The Valley of Revlere. Finally!
“Are you sure, are you absolutely positive that this is the Valley?” Caro checked.
Jon nodded.
“I’m positive. But look down there,” he pointed into the Valley where dead animals lay and dwarps hovered over the carcasses.
He looked at Caro and she bit her bottom lip.
“Those things will eat us alive,” he told her.
“But I thought they only attacked at night?”
He looked at the sky. Small patches of blue began to peak through the black sky.
“They aren’t attacking those animals… they’re just eating the remains. They wouldn’t be out here attacking with the sky looking like” –he pointed up to a blue patch- “that. Something else got to them before the dwarps did.”
Caro was scared.
“So they attack in the night and feed in the day? That’s hard to believe, Jon, and we can’t risk that theory. If I were a dwarp I would attack and eat right away…”
“We have to get through the Valley… and we aren’t going to be able to do that with those dwarps down there along with whatever else killed those animals.”
Jon scratched his head. What could they do?
“I guess our only option is to go around the Valley instead of through it.” Jon said.
“That could take all night though,”
“It’s either that or risking our lives against those creatures. If we go around the Valley we can just cut south when we get past the dwarps.”
“…Let’s just go around. I’d rather be alive and take extra time than risk it and be dead.” Caro told him.
They proceeded to go around the Valley, carefully keeping a watch on the swarm of dwarps in the Valley feeding on the dead animal, making sure they weren’t going to be followed. It took them at least two hours to go around the Valley far enough that they wouldn’t be seen before they turned and headed west. They figured that going an hour and a half in that direction before turning south would keep them at a safe enough distance from their enemy.
“I just hope they don’t decide to fly south where we’re headed; then all this time would be wasted.” Caro declared.
Jon hadn’t even thought about the possibility of the dwarps leaving their food and flying in the direction they needed to go.
“Well… let’s just hope Belbriv is on his way back for us, and that he got Noble to Dule safely.”
Caro pulled on Ad’s reigns. Jon looked back at her and stopped, wondering what was the problem.
“Jon… what if the food the dwarps were eating was Noble and Belbriv?”
“Caro!” he yelled in disbelief.
“I’m not saying it was, but… what if?”
“Stop. You’re being absolutely ridiculous.” Jon fumed. There was no way it was them.
He refused to accept that it was, but he knew it very well could be them. He didn’t believe it, even though he had no idea what the dwarps were actually eating.
