Shynthriir was walking the surface. The sky was slowly setting and the air was cool. He needed to find a place for shelter quickly. He found what appeared to be a cave and made camp quickly. He caught some fish and ate most of it, leaving the rest for breakfast the next day.

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The next morning, soon after the sun rose over the horizon, Shynthriir looked around trying to find the leftover food from the night before. It was gone. He looked around and then found that the cavern went back further than it had appeared last night.

Shynthriir was quick to gather his things once more and move into the back of the cave. He continued to follow it for as long as it would take him, he noticed that the cave was getting darker and more narrow; it was turning into a tunnel. He sensed that the path was leading down deeper into the earth and he was begining to feel more at home than at any time in his whole life.

His eyes strained in the dark, but he knew that soon he would get used to the dark. He wanted, he needed to learn of where they lead and why it felt so homely down here. Is this where his people lived? Was he close to finding his family? His questions were interupted by a noice a few yards in front of him, he slowly proceeded and saw...