Obsidian eyes glinted from the dim light as he stood at a crack in their cave system's walls, his oversized paws firmly planted on the cool, rocky ground of the Col's warrens that he trusted. The narrow opening before him seemed almost foreboding, like a secret kept from him for far too long. For as long as he could remember in his young life, this crack had existed but it had been entirely dark, an ominous presence in the halls that he would rush past. But today, something was different about the entrance. Today, there was a soft, ethereal glow inside of this crack that called to him, beckoning him closer.
The light was strange, almost magical in its brilliance. It wasn't like the sun or the moon, both of which Balrog had become familiar with in his short life. No, this was something entirely new, something that seemed to come from within the rocks themselves. He didn't understand what the light was that turned the dark into a realm of wonders, but he wanted to.
His heart pounded with the thrill of the unknown. What could be inside the this hole in the wall? With each beat of his heart, a question nagged at him: Should he go in? He was alone, no one seemed to be near. Perhaps no one would know - though.. what if he were to get lost?
Balrog hesitated, his body half-turned towards the entrance, his gaze locked on the flickering lights. A shiver ran down his spine, not from fear, but from the sheer excitement of what he might discover. He could hear the distant drip of water echoing from deep within the cave, each drop punctuating the silence with an almost rhythmic certainty. It was as if the cave was alive, whispering to him, urging him to discover what the light was leading to. But the unknown was a double-edged sword. For every thrill of adventure, there was a shadow of danger lurking just out of sight.
Balrog took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his decision. Should he take the first step into the unknown? The glow seemed to pulse in response as if waiting for his answer. The cave beckoned and the pull to venture forward as almost irresistible to the young Fatalis.
"Balrog"
