Adventures in Avyrith

"Escape!"

     It was around dusk, and I was still mining. My back and arms were sore, and this whole process made me appreciate ancient artifacts made out of metal a lot more. All the natives were sleeping, all the campfires were doused, and there were still several streams of smoke trailing from piles of ashes. I slowly snuck out of the cave, partly to my lightheadedness, and partly because I didn't want to wake the natives.
     I tiptoed across the camp, stepping only on spots of dirt, because the grass was so crisp here that it would make crunching noises if I stepped on it, and for that reason, I also avoided clumps of leaves. No one was awake, and my boots crunched on an unforeseen clump of leaves that was in my path, but nobody heard. The natives must've thought it was an animal of some sort of animal.
     At last, I was away from the camp, or at least far enough so they wouldn't hear me.  I stopped playing hop-scotch in the leaves, and continued walking normally. Yet, something was hurting me that hadn't before. It was in my arm. I checked. There was a giant gash in my arm. Whatever cut it, had also gone through my shirt too. Near the edges of the material, it was frayed, stained bright red, and stuck to my skin. A sense of fatigue over took me, and my body needed sleep, but I told myself that I had to keep going. I had to escape. My feet trudged in the dry dirt, and my boots left trenches as I stumbled along. I can't fly this way. I thought. How am I going to get off this rock? Before the strains of the day finally caught up with me, and I collapsed from exhaustion.