I won't write the whole thing, it would take to long just now-but I'll give you a taster from Chapter 12
Kirom walked silently down the burnig corridor-the pungent smell of burning flesh abundant. As he turned the final corner, he signalled to Sirius and Firi to follow him. Sirius made a close sheve, almost brushing the painting of Lucy Fur, Satans daughter. But Firi was not so lucky-he did not hit the painting, but stopped to look at it. A bad mistake, considering where he was. He somehow seemed entranced, a difficult thing to be for him. But looking upon that beautiful fae, it was hard not to be. Kirom and Sirius were whispering harshly to him, but he was too busy looking at the portrait. At that moment, there was a soft clattering, like armour being equipped in a rush. Kirom and Sirius, who had been to Hell before, knew that this must be the regular sentry. This was both good and bad. It was good, as it put Firi back into his right mind. It was bad, because it put him into his right mind-which was to yelp. At this noise, the rustling stopped-a strained silence was there, and Kirom and Sirius knew that it was time to flee for the chamber that they were headed to.
"Firi, come-follow Sirius and I to the Thirike Chamber-we know where it is," Kirom said with an urgent tone in his voice. "But you must not make a sound, for we are in great danger as it is."
Firi stood there with his head tilted to one side. Whilst he considered the options open to him, a much louder and rucus clattering could be heard-the sentry had left and retrieved the whole of the Eastern Towers guards!
"Firi, quick!" Sirius yelled. They could see the great lumbering Biriths turning the corner, and just then, all of time froze-Kirom and Sirius, the Birith Squad, and even the water falling from the stone slab roof. But Firi hadn't.
Kirom walked silently down the burnig corridor-the pungent smell of burning flesh abundant. As he turned the final corner, he signalled to Sirius and Firi to follow him. Sirius made a close sheve, almost brushing the painting of Lucy Fur, Satans daughter. But Firi was not so lucky-he did not hit the painting, but stopped to look at it. A bad mistake, considering where he was. He somehow seemed entranced, a difficult thing to be for him. But looking upon that beautiful fae, it was hard not to be. Kirom and Sirius were whispering harshly to him, but he was too busy looking at the portrait. At that moment, there was a soft clattering, like armour being equipped in a rush. Kirom and Sirius, who had been to Hell before, knew that this must be the regular sentry. This was both good and bad. It was good, as it put Firi back into his right mind. It was bad, because it put him into his right mind-which was to yelp. At this noise, the rustling stopped-a strained silence was there, and Kirom and Sirius knew that it was time to flee for the chamber that they were headed to.
"Firi, come-follow Sirius and I to the Thirike Chamber-we know where it is," Kirom said with an urgent tone in his voice. "But you must not make a sound, for we are in great danger as it is."
Firi stood there with his head tilted to one side. Whilst he considered the options open to him, a much louder and rucus clattering could be heard-the sentry had left and retrieved the whole of the Eastern Towers guards!
"Firi, quick!" Sirius yelled. They could see the great lumbering Biriths turning the corner, and just then, all of time froze-Kirom and Sirius, the Birith Squad, and even the water falling from the stone slab roof. But Firi hadn't.