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The lightning hit the cell and fried the lock. The door swung gently open. Tahra stared for a minute before becoming resolved. Her mother had given her life for hers, she could not sit here and wallow – for her mother and for her people, she had a duty to assume the throne. In order to do that she would have to live, being hanged in the morning was now off the table.

Tahra didn’t know who the silver haired man was but she suspected he was the notorious thief. Why he was attempting to rescue her, she had no idea, but she was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

[color=ccfc00]“The guards will have heard the noise. I’m sorry but I must go. Come with if you like or stay; but, if the guards catch you they will assume you helped me escape.”[/color]

Tahra didn’t wait for an answer to her offer for them to follow her, instead she took off at an all-out sprint, pushing her arms out in front of her to protect her as she jumped through the plate glass window, plummeting to the river below.