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chapter six

     Getting into the building undetected was easy, navigating it made her want to pull her hair out. The walls created a labyrinth which made every corridor look exactly the same. [Y/N] opted for gritting her teeth instead of yelling out in frustration as she came to yet another dead end. Why a building needed to have dead ends was beyond her.

     She turned around, reapproaching the same three-way path that steered her wrong and opted for going straight this time. Thankfully, she wasn't met with any dead ends, but was met with several locked doors in which none of them held the Avatar.

     As she approached another corner, something flew past her vision and into the wall on her left, halting her from taking another step forward. A guard clad in burgundys and browns had slid down his back onto the ground, his helmet slid off his head revealing his closed eyes. She watched him a second more and was relieved to see the very faint rise and fall of his chest. He was alive.

     Even then, [Y/N] wished she had the option to go the way she came, but she knew it was too good to be true. She rounded the corner and in one fluid motion, she halted to the tip of a blade hovering only a few inches in front of her neck.

     With her breath caught in her throat, her eyes drifted from the sword to its holder. Loose black clothes hid their physique. A blue and white mask covered their face to top off their mysteriousness. It wasn't much of a fashion statement, but it was enough to tell [Y/N] they didn't want to be identifiable in any way.

     "I don't want to fight you," [Y/N] managed to say through a dry throat. A passed out soldier behind her moaned, but neither of them moved. She saw another sword occupied their opposite hand. "I think we're here for the same reason."

     She hoped she was right. She hoped this person was beating up guards to free the Avatar and not to slice every person that came their way for shits and giggles. Yet, they relented to offer any insight into their thought process. Their stance was too rigid—too soldier-like, she couldn't figure out how to read it.

     The silence was enough to let her know they were thinking—about what? She couldn't answer. She suddenly felt subconscious about her red clothes poking through the crack of her cloak or the fact that her hood had fallen ever since she entered this maze of a building. 

     Her eyes flickered from the blade then back up. "We'll work together, yeah?"

     She watched the mask trying to get a glimpse of the eyes behind it to no avail, trying to get something from this person—anything that wasn't them slicing her to pieces right then and there. A second passed and they lowered the sword, giving her a swift nod so small she almost missed it, and took off in the opposite direction before she could register any of that.

     She blinked and had to force herself to follow as quickly as possible with the fear of getting lost again. They seemed to have a better grasp on the building's layout since it didn't take long to arrive at a corridor wider than the rest. At the end of it was a large, dark door accompanied by two guards.

     [Y/N] wasn't too happy when she was instructed to stay back with a simple outstretched arm, but soon was rather grateful as she watched her wordless companion take out the guards with little to no problem (even when they started shooting fire from their hands).

     The door opened into a spacious room where mammoth red bricks cooled the area despite the two fires alight. In the middle was a figure chained up, their head shot up at the sound of the door opening.

     [Y/N] was able to see that the figure was a boy—a young boy at that. He wore orange and yellow clothing that was tattered and torn. Bright blue tattoos in the shape of arrows adorned his pale skin, each pointing in different directions.