This is not how he had imagined adventure. Adventure was supposed to result in feasts, fame and fair maidens; not laying in monocles awaiting the inevitable doom.
Aurion’s thoughts drifted back to the days on the farm when life was certain: waking, eating, ploughing and sleeping. These memories were all that were left of his companions, though they did little to warm him. What frightened him more? The thought of death? Or the thought of laying imprisoned in this constant darkness for eternity?
An unearthly wail jolted him from his thoughts. One could not describe such a holler, for it was not meant for mortal ears that had heard it and had never lived to tell the tale. He could feel his soul shiver in himself, begging for the tormenting sound to cease as it approached.
As each dreaded moment passed, Aurion began to suffocate in his cell, until he remembered nothing but eternal darkness: not the daylight not the farm not even himself...
Who will save “Aurion” from the jaws of death? Find out on December 12 at your own risk...
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