Tyron's Point of View
"Our king, come back!" Their voice echoed all over the place as they chase me around. They couldn't catch up to me because they are running gracefully with their hands holding their long skirts. That gave me more chances of increasing my distance from them and finding an escape.
"Stop calling me king!" I shouted back, looking around to search for passages. I am not really comfortable with the 'king' title. It's making me cringe.
I passed through a door and ran as fast as I could even though I do not know what awaits me ahead. As I go further, the scent of salt that lingers in the air gets stronger and stronger. I grinned when I saw a light from the end of the passage. I ran faster and faster until I finally reached the end, and what I saw stopped me in my tracks.
