“You will die today!” A voice echoed in Fenoam's mind. He was
sitting in a pitch dark cave, leaning against a rock, barely breathing. It had
begun as an ordinary day, and an ordinary hunting trip. He had hit a deer, but
his aim had been a bit off and the wounded game ran into a cave. A cave that
was regarded as cursed by many in Fenoam's village. There were rumours that
those who had gone in there returned insane,
or they hadn't returned at all. But Fenoam had considered the rumours as
nonsense, nothing more than fairy tales to scare
children from going into the cave, protecting them from cave-ins and such. So,
without a second thought he went inside.
