A Recent Dream

Chapter Two, Why Do We Fall? (Impartially published)

Monsters... they are imprisoned by their bloodlust. Some are nocturnal, others do not rest. None are merciful. They bear no sympathy. Some lack sense. How they came to be, we know not. They come from the dungeons and the depths, they dwell in the dark. They hunt. We hunt. We create. They destroy. That's how it's been ever since we settled here... I was hiding in a cave I found. I hid from them. My plan worked but this was not what I was expecting for a forest near a settlement. They lurked everywhere. I took various routes through the forest. I stumbled upon some trails. I followed one for a bit, but I had to stay alongside the trail, I had to crouch and keep away from the lurkers. Every turn I made. They were there. My objective quickly changed from escaping to finding Andhrel. I hadn't thought this far into escaping. In one moment I was surrounded and injured. The stories of the night were true. I ran again. I grew weary of this nightmare. Through the forest I went. I lost track of my direction. I entered this rainy cavern. My footsteps echoed. I nearly slipped. I hid in a cave. I sat in a nook. I took comfort hiding. They were scarier than the depictions. All of them. I had seen them on few occasions, but when your up close and harmed. It's frightening. What idiot would run from his hunters into a den of wolves, or worse. I find myself in that very situation. Furthermore, I am also injured. I've survived being scathed before, but this is too close for my comfort. Despite the comfort of hiding, I had to stay alert. I listened for disturbances in the cave. I heard none. I laid myself down, facing the ground. I scurried myself forward, groveling through the course dirt, mossy stone and mud below me. Water dripped around and above me. I made way to the mouth of the cave. I momentarily prayed for the fervor of the gods. I bowed my head in fervent petition. I creeped an inch closer and raised my head, I furtively peeked out the cave. Seeing only dark, I began lowering my guard. I kept my gaze, seeking even the slightest inconsistency. I looked farther out. I could hear the chimes of the living plants. I could faintly see. It was night. The plants of light hugging the caverns were scarcely glimmering. The lightning bugs idled by the trees. That I could see. These glowing plants, or glimmers, as we call them, are a vine, like, plant, they glow at times, with varying brightness. Their light grows faint at this time. We call this night. Our ancestors told tales of moons and suns. They called this night and we caught on. I was in a small cave. I hid beside some drip stone. I had to remain alert of my surroundings, but I must keep quiet. A sound could mean my death. But I knew I had to keep going. I didn't know which direction would lead to town. To leave could be risky though, I have grown weak from my injuries. I could go deeper inside the cave, it might be safer and it might be worse. I sat inside a nook in the cave. I peaked out, I saw it was clear. Water dribbled from the drip stone ahead of me. I crawled to it, on the the moist rocks and dirt. I kept low. I was dirty and ragged. I wiped the blood from my wrists and off my tattered clothes with the water. Now, it would be harder for a bloodhound to hunt me. I looked to my side, deeper into the cave. It was dark, real dark. I had to go deeper. I couldn't stay here and I couldn't leave without risk. I certainly could not sleep for the night.

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Impartially Published... To be continued... soon bro...