Series: The Dark
- Into the Dark
- Sharing the Dark
- Traversing the Dark
- Piercing the Dark
- Comfort in the Dark
- Descending into the Dark
- Discernment in the Dark
- Wounded in the Dark
- Aid in the Dark
- Companions in the Dark
- Danger in the Dark
- Dance in the Dark
- Chase in the Dark
- Pathways in the Dark
- Wandering in the Dark
- Singing in the Dark
- Walking in the Dark
- Emerging from the Dark
We traveled like that for some time. Talking. Sharing. Laughing. It was always a joy to travel with you, and it was no less so this time.
And as we walked, we noticed the ground beneath our feet begin to slant ever so slightly downward.
The thing about the dark is that the path rarely ever stays the same. The tunnels are always changing, ever shifting. Honestly, it was a small wonder I was able to find you at all. These are the kinds of things the Watchers are ever on the lookout for, giving warning when such events occur. But even They can’t see everything, and so this shift slid beneath their attentive gazes.
We reached a cross passage, barely having time to note it when things, creatures of the dark, lunged at us. Neither of us missed a beat. We whirled as the things, barely seen yet lethally dangerous, attacked. We pulled weapons — you a stiletto, me a sword — and danced death with them, never leaving the other’s side, never dropping our packs. One always fights while bearing one’s own burdens.
