Akashiri and Charlotte stood in front of the giant steel gates of Dragic Castle which was locked. " How are we going to get in?" asked Charlotte. Akashiri already had an idea. He pulled out a grappling hook, tossing it on the top of a wooden ladder. Come on my back." said Akashiri. As Charlotte went on Akashiri's back, he began climbing. As they reached the top, they were now in Dragic Castle which was surrounded by many Zero Militia soldiers who were conserving upon each other. They had to be careful not to be spotted. If they were spotted, the soldiers who instantly start firing with their immense firepower. Both Akashiri and Charlotte jumped down and hid behind a huge stack of hay. As a Zero Militia soldier walked by, Akashiri knocked him out by using the hilt of his blade. He dragged the unconscious soldier into the hay and buried him. The real reason Charlotte wanted to sneak into Dragic Castle because she heard about the jewels and treasures kept in a vault that was camouflaged by an illusion in the dungeon room. The only people who knew about these treasures and jewels was Dragic, a talented man who practiced light and dark magic.
Inside the dungeon under Dragic Castle, Dragic's Cell...
Dragic sat in his cell reading a book called The Rise and Fall Of The Orc Civilization. Dragic began shaking his head as he rubbed his eyes and tossed the book to the side. He was tired, hungry, and thirsty. He looked to the side and saw a tray full of food. He didn't eat it earlier because he thought it was a trap or the food was laced with poison. The tray was filled with waffles, eggs, sausages, and French toast. To drink he found orange juice and coffee. He pulled the tray towards his chest, beginning to devour all the food like a savage. His mouth was covered in syrup and grease. He guzzler down the orange juice and coffee. He buried loudly as he ate everything. He wiped his mouth with the blue napkins given to him. He took a deep breath and coughed. He sat down on a stool and looked at his shackle tied around his left Achilles tendon. He grabbed ahold of the shackle, generating fire around his hands melting the shackle with ease. He walked up to the old steel gate and grabbed a hold of one of the bars, and sighed. It was no way he would escape."