Rando creative writeing thingy (PLEASE READ AND RATE, I BEG)

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ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS AND THE STORY ARE MINE. Hazelnut sat against the cold stone wall. Sighing, he brushed strands of black hair out of his face. He had been sitting in the dungeon for a little under a week according to the lines he scraped on the wall. It was dusk Hazel could see the sun setting outside his barred window. After a few more seconds of silence he stood up and dusted off his torn knights uniform. If he ever got out of this cell, who would take an ex knight turned criminal? He walked over to his window and stared at the sun setting in the west, when suddenly he heard a tapping on the cell door behind him. He turned quickly and through the barred window he saw a hooded figure picking up the cell's lock. “Who are you?" he called “Shhhh, not so loud,” the figure whispered. “I'm here to get you out," the figure continued. “but that still doesn't answer my question," Hazel muttered. The figure, whose name was still unknown, fiddled with the lock using a dagger until it must have come unlocked, because the figure opened the door and whispered. “Come on, you have to follow me.” “Where did the guards go?” Hazel inquired “they're knocked out.” The figure replied cooly as they ran through the dimly lit dungeon. “Did you do that?” he asked. “What? knock out the guards? no, of course not. My sister did." The figure stopped at the stairwell. “Now stop with all the questions and climb” the figure pointed to behind the stairs where a rope ladder dangled out of a very high window. Hazel started the climb with many questions circulating in his head. Who was the hooded figure? Why was the figure’s sister helping to free him? who did they work for? The figure brought up the rear, after about a minute of climbing a shout rang through the stairwell and Beyond “a prisoner is escaping!” a guard screamed “dang it she must have missed one” the figure grumbled. Hazel started the frantically climb up the ladder “you keep climbing I'm going to see if I can slow them down.” the figure climbed down a few more feet and then jumped. Hazel kept on climbing, why oh why did he just have to spread the conspiracy that the snow people were going to overthrow Santa and the elves? It had managed to get him into this huge mess somehow. He heard a few shouts from below, but didn't look down. When he somehow managed to reach the top, a pale hand appeared. Not thinking he grabbed it quickly and it hauled him up. Hazel blinked, a young woman with red hair obviously a gingerbread lineage was looking him up and down. “ Where's cinnamon?” she gasped “who?” Hazel asked with confusion, scrunching up his face. “My brother, the guy that rescued you?” Hazel nodded “oh yeah, that guy, he said he was going to slow down the rest of the guards.” “Of course he did, wait here,” the woman stuck her head into the window where the latter hung. “Cinnamon!” she shouted, Hazel was sure his ears would be ringing for days. An answering shout echoed up towards the top “Coming!” The gingerbread woman walked back a few steps and over her shoulders said "okay now we run, cinnamon will catch up later.” “Run to where?” Hazel questioned standing up. “To our Hideout” the gingerbread woman stated flatly. “That's cool and all, but you still haven't answered my question. Why did you save me?” “We saved you because we want to help you save the Christmas Kingdom.” To be continued…..