Finding the grave yard? Easy.

Getting into the catacomps? Easy.

Setting off the traps? Easy.

Escaping man eating skeletons? Not so easy.

I gasp as I run besides Terry down the dark hallways. Tracey and Will were ahead and four elite mages a few steps behind. I hear the grunts off the skeletons behind us. When we entered the crypt we set off some sort of curse, bringing all the dead skeletons alive. Turns out they were pretty fast, strong and had nasty weapons.

We were out running them easily. Too easily. We find another room with three exits. Skeletons; around fifty of them, were there too.

"This way!" One of the elite mages yells, his voice echoing around the grand chamber.

We follow him down the hallway. Before we left Tracey had told them the route to the place where we saw the passages. I squint in the darkness.

"Wait, stop! Somethings up ahead!" I shout over the noise of clattering bones, and grunts of exhaustion. The others take notice as well. Ten skeletons charge down the passage way, weapons ready.

One comes at me with a rusty knife, I use earth magic to combust his bones, bones were part of earth after all. He falls to the ground turned to dust, I turn too the next and duck a sword swipe, I kick his legs expecting him too fall down. Instead; his leg breaks apart and then he falls. He hits the ground and most of his bones shatter.

"Use wind! The bones are rotten and break easily!" I shout to the others, I already feel the wind of someones magic.

Suddenly a strong blast of wind carries down the hall, it hits the skeletons and their flimsy structures fall over, they topple into each other, bones break all around. I turn and push my hand towards the skeletons chasing us. A breeze; much stronger than a normal one, funnels down the hallway. It picks up the light bones and carries the on coming skeletons backwards. They collide with skeletons behind them, then the next, and the next. The sound of shattering bones fills my ears as the skeletons are pushed back too the room where they hit a wall. All the skeletons in the hallway were now a pile of dust and broken bones.

I survey our group. Terry was leaning over Frederick, one of the mages that came with us.

"I'm telling you Frederick, getting stabbed is not healthy!" Terry advises, healing a small knife wound. Frederick laughs a small laugh and grunts in pain. He gets up and shrugs it off.

"We need to keep going, more will come, lets keep a steady jog. That way we will reach the gate in about ten minutes top." The head mage rumbles, his deep voice loud and mean. What was his name again? Alfredo was it? Ya, I think so.

Alfredo took silence as a yes and jogged down the hallway away from the on coming skeletons. We continue down in silence, as if one voice would bring wrath down upon them. Actually, it kind of could. They reached a pathway that split. Alfredo stopped.

"What way? I don't remember this being here." Alfredo grunts.

Tracey walks forward, "this isn't right... Somethings wrong. This wasn't here before. Either we've been going the wrong way the whole time, or the walls are moving. Changing."

That scared me to the bone. The thought of dying down here freaked me out, becoming one of the skeletons... I shudder at the thought.

"Well I'm going this way," Alfredo claims confidently. He strides forward to the left doorway.

"Wait!" Cried Tracey. "It's this way! I remember now! The walls must move, but in the dreams the hallway bent right!"

"No, I'm sure it's this way. I'm not listening to a little kid."

With that, Alfredo turned and walked down the left tunnel, another one of the mages quickly scurries up behind him too follow. I look too Frederick and the other mage, a girl I didn't know.

"You're staying with us?" I ask them.

"Yeah, Lira and I have no death wish. I remember the route. It did go right but Alfredo's just too proud to admit he was going the wrong way." Frederick answers, not looking our way. Keeping his eyes glued too the tunnel where the darkness had consumed the two mages.

I hear noise behind us. I turn too find skeletons, they followed us after all. But this time there were hundreds. Just as I see that I hear a high pitch scream. It's coming from the left tunnel. I see a flash of fire and hear another scream. Then it goes quiet. The skeletons have stopped. Then another shriek pierces the silence. The skeletons burst into action, but instead of attacking. They run.

The others notice the skeletons run too. They back away from the left tunnel. I see something come out of it, Alfredo, his face is white with fear and scratches cover his body. He scrambles away just as a something shoots out of the darkness. It pierces the back of his neck and he falls to the ground dead. I verify what hit him. It was like a feather made out of metal. Sharpened like a knife, just like a knife with no hilt. Tracey and Will quickly dash for the right tunnel. I follow likewise with the other two, Lira and Frederick. We run down the hallway in fear, sprinting for our lives. Terry, being terrified, sprinted too his hearts content quickly taking the lead.

I didn't want too know what it was, whatever it was. It scared the skeletons, so it scared me. Not too mention it killed two highly trained mages in less then a minute. I run down the darkness. I'm suddenly grabbed from behind and pulled into a room. I struggle with my captor just too find out it was Will. He puts his fingers to his lips. I see we're in a small room. Like a janitors closet for the crypt. The six of us crouch in the room. The door closed and we sit in silence.

I hear heavy footsteps walk by, the occasional bang of medal as well like a long sword in its hilt. Whatever it was, I didn't want to meet it. The footsteps stop, a few meters away. The thing had walked by a few meters. We couldn't hear it. We sit there in silence. The only noise is the light breathing of us and the silent shuffle of feet. I try to be as comfortable as possible. A few rocks jut into my back and I try too ignore.

Hours seem too pass. No sense of trying too beat the enemy if we die before we get there. Maybe two hours, later by my calculations. Terry whispers in my ear.

"Get up quietly and quickly, whatever was there it  might be gone now. We can't stay here forever out of fear." Terry whispers.

I slowly get up, careful not to make any noise. I get up and everyone follows like wise. Frederick quietly twists the door nob, it doesn't make a sound. He twists it fully, now he could easily open the door. I realize I'm holding my breath. The silence is heavy, everyone expecting a scream or anything.

The door suddenly splinters apart, a long sword shattering the wood like butter. The blade lashes out and cuts Tracey across the chest. A minor wound.

"Go Go Go! Hurry! Running is our only hope!" Frederick yells over the sound of splintering wood and Traceys cries of pain.

Despite her wound Tracey dashed out of the closet, catching whatever was out there by suprise. We all jump out too and make for escape. I finaly see what was chasing us. It was like a man. He wore a hooded cloak that covered his head and face. It went down his body all the way too his feet that wore heavy black boots. A scabbard lay at his hip, he was holding his sword. The scariest thing of all. Even though you couldn't see his face, his eyes glowed with purple fire.

It untangled the sword from the door, and raised his hand at us, out of his hand he shot what looked like a knife, but without a hilt. Earth magic, he's throwing metal shaped blades at us. It flies at me, I raise my sparkstone, I generate the strongest shield I can muster. I can't do what I did in training. I don't know how. The blade flies through the air and hits the shield. The breaks like glass and the blade continues, thudding into the wall less then a inch away.

I turn and run, following the others. We run at random. He was there for a reason and would probably be heading in the same direction. I keep running, so I don't notice when the others stop. I run into Will and stumble.

"Why did we stop?" I ask, out of curiosity and confusion.

"Two things," replied Frederick, "Tracey for one. She couldn't run another meter with that wound of hers."

"And?" I ask, increasingly worried now.

"We're lost."