Chapter Five: Tunnel

Hiag reached up. One hand over the other. Keep the rythem going. Three limbs on the rock face at any one time. His arms began to strain. Blood pounding, veins pumping. Arms on fire. Finally, when he thought he could go no further, he reached the top. After a desperate scrabble to get onto the ledge he fell to the floor panting heavily. When he had regained his breath he turned around to see where he was. Lady luck had smiled on him he thought. A cave, perfect. He summoned a small ball of fire in his hand to light the way and proceeded to explore. The cave just kept going, he had begun to call it a tunnel as that's what it seemed like now. Whining. Up ahead. He shrank back to the wall. The light in his hand flickered, casting erie shadows, but there was no wind. Hiag felt like he had just disturbed something, something not good to disturb. He turned and started down the tunnel only to find his way blocked. A wall had simply appeared, little did he know that the wall was fate's doing. The only way was forward. A natural light shone from further down the tunnel. Finding that he no longer needed the flame he extinguished it. Footsteps echoed round and round the tunnel driving Hiag crazy. The end of the tunnel was near, he could see it now. There it was again. That whining. Then it stopped. Hiag looked back, at the wall. He turned and moved onwards. The mouth of the tunnel approached, growing bigger and bigger with ever step he took. Three more steps. Two more steps. One more step. He was there. Where exactly was there? He looked around. He was standing in some sort of cavern. He looked up. There was some sort of entrance at the very top. It was huge. What sort of creature needed an exit like that? A bird? He took another step. Something brittle crunched deafeningly loud under his foot. He looked down. Emidiatly he regretted it. The brittle object, a skull. He felt sick. Never-the-less he kept going. Getting closer and closer to the center. Directly in front of him was a large nest. He couldn't see if it was inhabited. Cautiously he crept towards it. He silently summoned a fire ball. He might as well be prepared. Then the nest was upon him, he could put the moment off no longer. He lept, fire ready. The neat was empty. He looked around himself again. Still no signs of life. The nest looked comfy. It was large enough for him. He weighed up the odds. Then tiredness one. He clambered in and curled up into a ball. Almost instantly he was asleep.

Sorry if this one drags on a little. Again it is nesacsery.