The halls were polished, nothing rested within them. There was nowhere to hide but in the darkness. Cyra continued to run, her breathing becoming more labored. She stumbled over her own feet, falling to the ground. Her hands slowed her fall, but she scraped herself in the process. Pain mixing with her new fear, she pushed herself up. As she looked up though, instead of seeing the never-ending hallway, she saw a large beast in front of her. The Tyran roared, causing Cyra to scream and scuttle away. This Tyran was much larger, an held a large sward instead of an axe. A golden helmet covered his head, his large, curled, gnarled horns protruding from his forehead. They were coated in gold, showing that he was of a higher ranking. The Tyran snarled at Cyra, causing her to scream. Power radiated from him, and it bent down and stared into her green eyes, his nose scrunching up as he smelled her. She whimpered as the Tyran dropped his sword and lifted her into the air...
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