taking steps is easy; standing still is hard

The little lady was lost. Completely and totally lost. She held no hope for getting out of the god-forsaken crypt, and despite the fact that she had only been submerged in the earth for a little over an hour, it felt like days had passed in her very short attention span. By the time she had realized she was too far in, it had been pitch black and her scent seemed to be everywhere, even in places she hadn't yet been. And so deep inside of the maze she was lost.



Defeated, Aegira plopped down against one of the stone walls, trying to seek comfort in the chill but finding only thoughts of pain and a concept she'd never bothered to think about before--death. Nobody had needed to tell her what it was or theorize with her what it would be like. It was as if she already knew. Not what it was called, but the concept. The idea of not existing. Because at this point, she didn't wish to exist. She hopelessly thought about her mother and her dad and Ananke and her beloved Twinkletoes. And uncle Mercury. And the usually strong-spirited adventurer found herself sobbing. I shouldn't have even left Ludi, she thought, curling up into a small ball with a quiet whimper that echoed through the caverns. Shouldn't mommy be looking for me soon...?