Into the catacombs.

A few moments later, Enna could hear the sound of axes slamming against the large church door. She ran towards the back of the church and made her way down a flight of stairs. Virtually no one aside from the priests was allowed in the lower parts of the church, but she was sure that the father would make an exception giving the circumstances.

As she made her way into the tombs, she could hear voices coming from deep inside the catacombs. She wasn't sure if they were friendly, but again, she didn't have any choice but to fallow the voices. She could already hear the sounds of splintering wood upstairs.

Enna ran down the dimly light tunnel, her feet splashing on the damp floor. The air was thick with the scent of mold and dust as she ventured deeper into the tunnels. Before long, she could hear voices behind her, along with the occasional splash of water. The Vikings must have found their way into the catacombs. With any luck, the Norsemen would be to hesitant to enter the tombs to fallow her. A few moments later, she could see a pair of shadows up ahead.

For a moment, she debated calling out to them, altering the Vikings to her presence. Eventually, she decided against her better judgment and called out. One of the shadows stopped and rapidly came towards her. A few moments later, an elderly monk appeared from behind a corner.

"How did you get in hear child?" he asked her with a great deal of concern on his face.

"The door to the catacombs was open," she told them while trying to catch her breath, "Please, Father, I have no place left to go."

Just then, Enna and the monk heard the sound of water splashing on the catacombs. The monk looked down the hall behind Enna to see just how close her pursuers were, then motioned to fallow him. "Come, there is a back way out."

He led her further down the catacombs until they met up with a young and handsome boy that was fairly close to Enna's age. Enna blushed brightly when she saw that it was the stable boy Charles, as did the boy. The dark-haired boy had been trying to court her for the past few years, giving how attractive he was, she wasn't about to turn down his advances. He was a head taller than her with a nice toned body and rosy skin. He had a few whiskers on his upper lip, where he was trying to grow a beard, and a small scar on his left jaw.

The moment he saw her, he took her hand and helped her down the hall, "Are you alright," he asked her in a worried tone.

"They are right behind us, Charles," she replied on the verge of tears, "They are killing everyone."

"This way, you two," the monk told them as he led them deeper into the catacombs. They continued onward until they reached what appeared to be a dead end. As the elderly monk approached the stone wall and felt around the surface, Enna clung tightly to Charles' strong arm. She wasn't sure why, but she felt incredibly safe in the young man's grasp. The boy wasn't much of a fighter. In fact, that scar on his chin was self-inflicted when he accidentally hit himself with a wooden sword. Yet she couldn't help but feel up his strong arm and toned chest. She found herself biting her lower lip as she started to undress him with her eyes, imagining what his firm chest looked like underneath all of that clothing, and just how big he was between his legs.

Enna was shaking from her fantasy when they heard the sound of a switch clicking and stone sliding. The elderly monk had pushed down a loose brick in the side of the wall, which opened a secret passageway, leading to a flight of stairs. "Charles, take Enna and follow the tunnel until you reach the other side. Once there, you must travel to Talde and warn them of the danger."

"What about you, Father?" Charles asked him.

"There is something I must secure," he replied, "If the Vikings find it, it will spell the doom of us all. Now you must flee, quickly." With that, he nudged the two into the passage and closed the door behind him.