Don't come any closer. I have a gun!” I shouted. My lips were quivering. “I – I – I won't h-hurt you. Just give me the gun” he stammered (with a British accent). He was clearly scared. “No way. Why would I give some troll a gun that he could kill me with?” I shouted even louder.
To get out this morning, I need to climb up the ladder on the outside of the Round Tower and I hate heights, so I don't see this working. I went to breakfast as usual and I left, looking all around for the message in this place to get underground, but there was no hope. I had to find a new route to get home.
I go outside and look around. Burnt wood and broken buildings cover the roads. There is nothing left standing. Then I hear what I think is a branch snapping. “Who's there?” I say, with no response. “Who's there!” I shout. Suddenly a face pops out from behind the only building left standing, apart from my house.
I wake up to the smell of rot. I open my eyes. I forget where I am for a moment until I see Oisín with his head down, sobbing. “Oisín, what happened?” I croak. “Oh Fia,” Oisín jumps up and lays down next to me. “It was awful, they took dad and set the place on fire. Then they threw you and me into a crate and brought us here, the Round Tower.”