09-08-2018, 10:29 PM
The land warriors lead Dorian deeper into the tunnels. He'd been down here a time or two to hunt, but never had he gone as deep as Nox and Aria had. There were levels upon levels that Dorian was afraid to go, but he had to go deeper and he couldn't let Jens catch up nor could he lose him in the tunnels. Thankfully Dorian knew where he was going and could easily slow and lead Jens deeper into the depths just out of sight. The man was arrogant enough to chase him alone. Idiot!
The darkness was crushing. The air was thin and damp and the deeper they went the worse the crushing feeling got. How the fuck did those kids handle this feeling. And he was alone in the darkness, the only light was the one he held in his hand. The land warriors allowed him to see without it but the feeling of that and the gun in his other hand made it feel more like he was doing something normal.
One thing kept pushing Dorian through tunnels, the fact that Jens Abt and the rest of the Atharim were hunting his son. And that meant they had to die. Dorian was still a man of the law, he couldn't do it himself. But he didn't need to. Arrogance was a mighty drug and there were monsters in these tunnels. Scratches started to appear on the wall. Dorian didn't look but he felt them when he ran his fingers across them. He knew whatever was down here was dangerous. Even the Little Song hadn't know what these things were - and she was a walking encyclopedia of knowledge concerning monsters. Why Martin never used her was beyond him, but he hated all things different. Dorian tipped an imaginary hat to his friend. And he had been a friend right up till the end.
The darkness was crushing. The air was thin and damp and the deeper they went the worse the crushing feeling got. How the fuck did those kids handle this feeling. And he was alone in the darkness, the only light was the one he held in his hand. The land warriors allowed him to see without it but the feeling of that and the gun in his other hand made it feel more like he was doing something normal.
One thing kept pushing Dorian through tunnels, the fact that Jens Abt and the rest of the Atharim were hunting his son. And that meant they had to die. Dorian was still a man of the law, he couldn't do it himself. But he didn't need to. Arrogance was a mighty drug and there were monsters in these tunnels. Scratches started to appear on the wall. Dorian didn't look but he felt them when he ran his fingers across them. He knew whatever was down here was dangerous. Even the Little Song hadn't know what these things were - and she was a walking encyclopedia of knowledge concerning monsters. Why Martin never used her was beyond him, but he hated all things different. Dorian tipped an imaginary hat to his friend. And he had been a friend right up till the end.