The exit, his way back into the sunlight and back to his city, and everyone he left behind to find the seven keys that were hanging from the keychain on his right hip. Bringing the lantern up to his mouth, he bit down on the handle of the lantern and gently rested his hands on the walls of the shaft, breathing heavily as he tried to think of a way to bring himself up the about twenty foot shaft. “‘hink, ‘hink...” He muttered, his voice muffled and strained, from the lantern handle clenched between his teeth. Bahauddin’s body was not what it used to be, and now he knew he was going to have trouble climbing to freedom. Another crash, and more small chunks of debris falls, Bahauddin taking his hands off the walls to shield himself from the falling pebbles. ‘The battle is still going on. Maybe, if I can get out quickly and run, I will be able to avoid running into …show more content…
Suddenly, a voice rang out, muffled, but it sounded very close. Bahauddin scrambled up, leaving the lantern behind and started walking, pulling his ragged shirt over the keychain and the keys, making sure to look as casual as he possibly could. If anyone saw that he had these keys, he would surely be killed. The keys that were currently bumping gently against his right hip were the seven keys of Balabad. They were the keys that were, supposedly, supposed to bring peace to all of the land once the sacred door was opened, only when these seven keys were used. The keys were the most vital thing for the people of Balabad, but to the tribes in the north, it is trouble and they would do anything to take it away from the people of Balabad. Bahauddin, being the well known peaceful man he is, was waved to and smiled at as he walked, and he smiled softly and nodded once to everyone, that was his known greeting. No one would ever think that the kindest old man in all of Balabad would hold the keys to