The wooden ladder had served as the only way in and out of Fae'ander for the past thousand years. Its cedar rungs had been rubbed smooth by the gloves of hundreds of soldiers.
Lymerra made an effort to grip each plank with intention on her hastened descent. The idea of Callimar finding her broken body at the bottom of the ladder due to a careless slip made her blood run cold.
She shut the magnitude of the past few minutes out of her mind, she knew now the only thing that would keep her alive was speed.
The faint green glow at the bottom of the ladder grew ever closer, and a damp, earthen scent hung in the air.
Lymerra dropped to the ground when she was only a few hands above. What she intended to be a swift sweep of the area turned into another moment of surprise.
The hatch had deposited her into an enormous cave.
An entire lifetime was spent underground, and she had only read about caves in books. The caves Lymerra had pictured in her mind were silent and gloomy, but the one that surrounded her now was alive. All sorts of mysterious sounds echoed in the air, and the complexity of the environment stunned her.
Incandescent slime lit the entire cavern in a green glow. A motionless body of water divided the great chamber in half, and rock formations that looked like spikes pierced from above and below.
A trodden path of a thousand footsteps snaked away along the wall of the cave. Lymerra composed herself and set off swiftly to follow along its trajectory into the unknown.
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The Dark Elf
FantasyLymerra, a Drow stolen at birth, finds herself the only Elf to survive escape from the underground city of Fae-Ander in one thousand years. Burnded with an impossible purpose, she must navigate the surface world alone, hiding her true identity. She...
