As he runs through the forest heart racing, he sees the opening ahead. Breaking through the trees, halting at the edge of the cliff, his eyes wander from the left. There, the ledge where land meets the limitless ocean. Waves crash against the rocks with tremendous force, sending water splashing against the man standing alone. To the right stands the dangerous cliffs, and up high on those cliffs lies the castle. The castle in which he had been freed from only hours ago.. His great escape. He glances east into the vast ocean to see if he could find a way off this land. Just below him lay a dock of ships, but how on earth was he going to get down there without being seen?
With a deep breath he swallows his fear and starts to make his way down the jagged edge. Holding on tightly he focuses where his next move will be. Slowly scaling his way down being careful not to draw attention to himself, he finally makes it to the bottom after what felt like forever. His breath heavy and adrenaline running though his veins, hides behind Bushes at the edge of the docks. From his back he produces a small sharp knife, stolen from kitchen hands, just in case he runs into someone who would recognize his battered bloody body. Quickly he dips onto a large vessel and finds the closest open room below deck. So far so good, nobody seemed to pay him no mind.
From the cliff he came, four burley creatures came bursting into the clearing to the edge. In a clumsy manner, he watches as they scale down the edge. They came running to the docks looking. He could feel the water below him move the vessel as he moved out to the endless sea.
Miles out, and for what seemed like an eternity, he picks his head off the ground and takes in his surroundings. Hidden below deck without being seen, his luck was about to run out, and he knew it. He slowly made his way up to the deck, where the darkness would hide his shadow as he moved effortlessly to a small wooden boat on the side of the vessel. Working quickly and soundlessly he lowered the small boat into the water and climbed off without looking back, for he knew if he hesitated he would surely run into trouble
Three days in the blistering sun, he lifted his head off the hard wood and peered over the edge of the boat. He ate as little as possible knowing that what he had stolen from the vessel would not last more than a week. To his left was nothing but blue skies and the salty water that took him prisoner, but there, to his right was just what he needed. he hoped at least. The small dot far away. With all he had left in him, he picked up his paddles and started rowing as fast as his sunburnt body would allow.
As the dot grew bigger his hopes raised, there it was. Land. Sun low in the sky, soon to be setting, he finally saw the white sand of the beach. The tired man jumped into the water, and with his boat in tow he made his way onto the beach collapsing under the shade of a tall tree. The sand felt cool under his weary body and let sleep consume him.