I was running down the dimly lit hallway of the cave. Although, it wasn’t an actual cave. This one wouldn’t ever lead me to the surface, to freedom. I remember how I got down here. I was dragged by the chain attached to the iron collar I wore around my neck. Then, when we were in far enough, the master used his power to seal the entrance. I remember clearly the route to get to the closed entrance. But what are the chances that I will make it past that meter-thick pile of rubble before Masters Six catches up to me? Word is among the lows that the Masters Six all have some cursed power. It makes them so strong, but they can never touch the rain. The ancient jailer told me that they used to be the Masters Seven, but one of them was turned to stone immediately after he left the cave while it was raining. If I somehow make it across the rubble, the only way I’ll be safe for sure is if it is raining on the other side. Even then, the master could still get me. But still, I ran. The iron necklace weighed me down and I grew cold because the range of the Fourth’s warmth was wearing out and my clothes were just baggy, thin, and had a lot of holes. The Fourth of the Masters Six had the power of fire. He could turn into it, could never be burned by it, and could expel any amount of it from any part of his body. He heated the entire base. But I knew where I was heading and I knew I was getting close. But suddenly, the air around me was getting increasingly warm. This could only mean the Master sent Fourth to get me. So, I started sprinting. It was my and my only friends goal to finally reach the surface. And even though she wasn’t here now, she said she would be waiting for me at the surface.