There was a strange attitude amongst the members of the company. None spoke, or at least not loudly. The darkness, the smell and the whispering of the wind; could there possibly live a creature in here? Rhând listened eagerly to the sound of several pairs of feet tripping and the sound of their heavy armours as he had nothing better to do. He wondered if anyone of them realised that they might walk into something just around the corner, which could end up being their last moments; their deaths. Grash had said it himself. The Monster would kill . . .
Rhând had already decided that he would not be the one who didn't come out at the other end of the tunnel, and the other side of the Gates. He would not be the one who was eaten by a female monster, even though she was gruseome and terrible. He would not be the one who would meet his death now. Surely, a man, very much like himself, would make it out of these tunnels, even if there was a monster. With these thoughts in mind, he started preparing mentally for the inevitable.
The darkness grew with every step they took. Only the torch Grash held firmly in his hand, lit up so that they could see their path. However, as the tunnel only bent one way, they knew where to put their feet. But this was not what Rhând concerned him the most; it was not the tunnel he wanted to see clearly or the cobwebs. He wanted to see Her when she showed up. Shaking, both by the anxiety, and the pain, from the bit on his neck, going through his body, he tried focusing on watching out for anything unusual. However, it pained him and he couldn't stop thinking about it. When touching it, he felt a huge lump. Not huge maybe, Rhând thought to himself going slower due to the pain. But it is something . . .
Not taking heed to anyone at the moment, as the pain grew within every second, he was unfortunate enough to bump into someone. The noise from the armours hitting each other made everyone turn towards Rhând and the person he had bumped into. Silent, they stood for a while listening to the echo which made its way to all of the corners of the tunnels. Rhând, alias Aldor, swallowed. He turned to meet the person he had bumped into. Looking upwards, he found himself staring into a couple of dark coloured eyes. He recognized them instantly as the two eyes which belonged to the male elf. You filthy traitor and disgraceful creature, Rhând thought. When looking at him more closely, seeing that the rest of the company turned their attention to the tunnel again, Rhând made out the ugly features of the Elven kind; the pale skin, the ears, the height and their pride. As the feeling of hate towards the elf arose inside of him, he hoped She would single the male elf out, take him and eat him. Rhând smiled a peculiar smile as he thought of the elf being eaten; the cries, eyes being filled with pain as She set her teeth in him and the horror in his eyes. It would be a terribly short journey for the male elf, Rhând would see to it.
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