Escape From Cidhna Mine Novels & Stories

"Once the guards investigate, we slip inside." Nathanial agreed, and I carefully picked up a few stones, tossing them into the distance. The clatter of rocks striking together echoed through the night, drawing the guards' attention. They moved away from the entrance, their curiosity piqued. "Now," Nathanial whispered urgently, and we dashed toward the mine shaft, slipping inside just as the guards turned back. The interior of the mine was cold and damp, the air thick with the scent of earth and decay. We moved cautiously, the narrow passages twisting and turning in a labyrinthine maze. The faint sound of whimpers and chains guided us deeper, until we finally reached a large chamber.

I tried to tell him that it was nothing, that I could handle myself and that my daggers were sharp, but he silenced me with a sharp look. "We have a plan," Liam continued, his voice firm and leaving no room for argument. "We have created an escape route for you through the old servant tunnels that lead out toward the southern ridge. You'll end up in the village where we placed your friend, and the two of you will move from there into the deeper parts of the continent." He stepped even closer, his scent of pine and iron surrounding me. "You need to move as far away as possible. Get your things now, and Cade and some of the trusted guards will lead you away from the fortress's vicinity before

But as I brought the spoon to my lips and tasted the broth… I froze. I was there again—on that grassy hill, chasing fireflies, the sun warm on my back. “This flavor…” “How is it the same as hers?” Lucius just laughed softly and said, “It’s a secret.” I giggled, tears pricking my eyes as I buried my face in the bowl, eating every last bite. And just as I lifted my head, a crash echoed from outside. A car had rammed through the gate, smoke and dust curling from the broken fence.

“I think so.” Travis grabbed the backup drive from the panel. “I’ve got everything they stored—her memories, their experiments. We can end this.” Gunshots rang out in the hallway. He looked at me. “We’ve got two minutes. Tops.” I threw Kim’s arm over my shoulder. “Then we run.” The escape was chaos. Smoke. Sirens. Shouting. But Travis covered us like a shield, guiding us through back corridors and exits Elia had mapped in advance.

she asked, startling me by how quickly and silently she moved to the door. “Ayla,” I said, sighing when I saw recognition in her eyes as she reached out to gently touch my swollen eye. However, before she could say more, I stepped through the door and closed it softly behind me. After sneaking outside, which was just as easy as before, I pulled my hood off and started running towards the exit of the mine. Security was rather disappointing and I was almost afraid I would have to do something drastic for one of the guards to notice me, but thankfully someone finally did. Pretending to evade capture for a while, I eventually knelt down and put my hands up in surrender before getting shot or tac

Meanwhile, in Montreal, Sebastian was hovering above Frank’s rooftop when he answered Sonylla’s call and saw the CMMA war room floating above his hologram. “On this day, April 3rd, 2005, at 16:30, it shall be written and recorded that on their 10th night of captivity, Blue Thunder and Alejandro Salinz escaped prison before the human authorities in Sri Lanka could carry on their death sentence,” said High Elf Frizzo, pulling a pen out of his cloak and a holographic tablet. “It shall also be specified that their escape happened on April 4th, 2005, at 03:00 local time in Sri Lanka, on the day they were set to be executed by silver bullet and fire at the stake at noon.”

Part of the ceiling collapsed, missing them by inches. "We need to move now," Cassian said. "This whole section is unstable." They ran right. The passage twisted and turned. Water dripped from somewhere. Rats scattered as they passed. Finally, after what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, they emerged into the smuggler tunnels Jasmina recognized from her earlier escape. "This way," she said with more confidence now. They heard voices behind them. The guards had broken through. "They're in pursuit," Lyanna said. "How far to the exit?"

Nadia’s partial code had pinged them: micro-thaws from climate shifts releasing dormant nanos into groundwater. We landed on a private strip met by Katarina’s contact: a Yakut elder named Lena, fur-clad, eyes sharp as permafrost shards. “The mines are cursed,” she said leading us by snowcat to the site. “Volkov dug too deep. Disturbed the spirits.” The mission intensified: descent into Shaft 47 abandoned, iced-over. Ropes and harnesses down sheer drops, headlamps cutting blue gloom. Tension built with every creak of ice fissures widening, nanos potentially stirring in the meltwater dripping from ceilings.

Michelle stood in the center of the room. Her face calm. Emotionless. “I lost John.” Howard Johnson slammed his hand on the table. “You had him!” Michelle’s voice remained cold. “He escaped through a hidden tunnel.” James Heiden narrowed his eyes. “So he’s alive.” Chad Kirk spoke quietly. “Which means the Iron Gate Grid is still out there.” Dennis Rothchild turned toward Michelle. “Did he activate it?” “No.” “But he will.” The room fell silent. Dennis Rothchild leaned back in his chair.

The only obstacle was crossing a river. Eve stared at me, her eyes full of helplessness. "But I don’t know how to swim." I lowered my gaze and whispered, "I’ve hidden a small boat in the cornfield. When the lantern ceremony begins the day after tomorrow, we’ll sneak away and escape." The old fishing boat had been discarded by a fisherman in the village, left abandoned in the fields. I had secretly repaired it and stashed it in the cornfield when no one was watching. Eve’s eyes lit up.