Nap Time

He opened his mouth to speak but before he could a soft rumble began to emanate from the seemingly the core of the earth.

“Treamor!” He cried, and sprang to his feet, grabbing his knife blade and jumping over Twig to shield her from the falling rocks. Even though they were strangers his protective instincts kicked in immediately, and he found himself on top of her, crouching low to protect her as loose stones began to hail down around them.

“We need to run!” He barked, as a plume of shale and dust filled the narrow tunnel, rocks falling from all sides and threatening to entomb them.

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