The Haunted Tower - Chapter 6

After a little peaceful time walking arround Ashlaam, Eyodar will finally get into the haunted tower, were Lord Worroc, the ghost, lives. Now, the real story will begin. I really hope you like it (I'm afraid this kind of style may not be your favorite).
And... please... comment! I won't be able to write a nice story if I have only one person telling me what have I done right or wrong (thank you, Fipa)! I really think posting a little comment isn't that difficult!

Chapter 6:
The Tower

The haunted tower was built in the center of Ashlaam. Getting there would be rather easy, but entering the tower itself would be much more complicated, due to the guards that were watching carefuly near the entrances.
Eyodar was walking arround the tower, trying to find a way to pass trought the guards. He was dressing the same clothes he used when he went to the dangerous part of the city, and so some parts of it were still drenched with the blood of the bandits he attacked. His sword had no blood by now, because he used a shirt of a bandit to clean it. The magical dagger, also used to attack the bandits, got strangely clean by itself, and the only thing red in it was its blade.
A group of guards was talkin near what it seemed to be the main entrance of the tower. Someone must have sayd a joke and everyone began to laught. They were so interesested int that chat that they weren't pratically paying attention to their mission. Eyodar understood that, and realised that if he wanted to get into the tower undercover, he had to pass throught the biggest group of guards!
Although it seemed an easy thing to do, passing through a huge group of guards was far more complicated than wat he was expecting. Sometimes, one of the guards looked with a smile on his face to other directions than his partners, and he had already seen Eyodar, although the guard didn't understand he was trying to get into the tower. However, if Eyodar could get near the entrance and would be seen there, he would be certainly caught.
Trying to look like an ordinary person walking on the streets of Ashlaam, Eyodar got closer and closer to the entrance. Then, he jumped over a little wall and got into the forbidden area of hte city. If he had luck, the guards wouldn't remember to look for intruders inside the area they were protecting. However, if one of them or even a citizen looked at Eyodar, he wouldn't stay alive much longer, even with the help of his new dagger.

Jeryah was locked in a strange room, with gothic decorations. Although she was in a haunted tower, where a ghost uses to kill foreighner children, the entire building was heavily decorated with precious itens.
She looked arround her. Other eighteen children were standing in the same room, trying to forget they could die at any moment. One of them used to study in the same school Jeryah studed. They were friends. His name was Goshen. However, now there was no study, no school, and no chances of getting with friends, because if He knew, both of them wouldn't stay alive next day.
In that strange ambiance lighted by the fire of the thousands of candles, she remebered that day:
Thronkster began suddently to burn, firstly just arround the northen part of the city, but after some moments the fire spread to the whole city. It was getting hard to breathe...
The house began to burn. There was dark smoke everywhere. It was even harder to breathe...
The three masked monks appeared form the window. The mask's expression scared her. They grabbed her and jumped out of the window. Outside, the smoke was even more dense, the houses were dropping burning pieces everywere and the masked monks were hurting her as they were running through the burning streets of Thronkster. She couldn't breathe!
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise. A laught. Lord Worroc was there! She looked arround. The other children were all far away form her, letting her alone. Their face reveled fear. Panic. Suddently, she understood. Looking back, she saw a white light with a human shape. It was Him, looking at her and laughting loud.

Eyodar finally reached the gate. Fortunatelly, no one noticed he was there. But now, how could he open such a big gate without getting noticed? As an answer to that, the dagger's blade got warmer. Eyodar drew it when the blade was almost burning him. He looked to it and, just as if he knew how to open the gate with it for a long time, he put it in a drawing in the gate. It fitted perfectly. Then, in a second, everything changed and Eyodar got into the tower.
How... I didn't even open the gate!
But that didn't matter anymore. He was finally inside the haunted tower. There, he would have to find Lord Worroc, defeat him with the magical sword and save his daughter.
He steped forward. Now, there was no turning back.