Through the Dark

She tossed her head, fighting the reins. “Calm down Nendili,” her rider whispered in a soothing tone as he walked beside his mare. ”that's it, my brave one.”

No wonder the poor beast was frightened, he himself did not feel well either.

It smelled of death here, of living dead.
This was no place for the living, and he wanted to be away from here as soon as possible.

They passed through the tunnel, twohundredandfortytwo legs, walking silently through the dark.

He knew that he would not see the sunrise again, the dawnless day would be his last.

He only hoped Nendili would survive.