• Ameila was shrouded in darkness, through the thick door she heard muffled voices and sounds, not clear enough to make out any cllear words. It was dark in this small tunnel, and she couldnt help but to weep. Was her mother really dead? What would this potion do to her? What was to become of her father? The thought of him meeting the same fate as her mother drove her over the edge. She wept until her head hurt. How long had she been huddled in this little place? It seemed like hours! There were no longer any sounds on the other side of the wall. Silence would be her new enemy. DerSoth was full of many strong people, maybe they could help her? It was too late, she already knew, but she held strongly to hope. Tired of being cramped in the small space Amelia began feeling around. It was dark and cold, the surfaces felt like mud. A small tunnel dug out however long ago by her father. Had he alway expected this? Was the tunnel for him originally and he'd sacraficed himself for ehr sake? the sence of guilt was too much for her to handle. Chocking back tears she placed the vile around her neck and began crawling though the tunnel. It was smooth, seemingly perfect. There were occasional turns and winds she didnt mind taking, for they provided her with some sence of direction. It wasnt long before she saw a bit of light at the end of the tunnel. She must have been in there all night. As she approached the light she became increasingly wary, what if those monsters were outside the tunnel waiting for her? As she made her approach she slowed, not wanting to be taken off gaurd. She had no weapons and she knew she couldnt overpower that blue creature. She decided to risk it. Slowly she poked her head out of the tunnel. She saw a sleeping man sitting in front of it, holding a staff connected to a small latern between his legs. the man was about her father's age, had black hair long to his collar, and sleeping eyes. the man was a little pudgy, and wore dark robes. Why was he here? As she stood from her crawling position she debated wheather or not to walk past this man unnoticed. Would he be helpful? Wiping at her once white dress, she decided to sneak past him. better safe than sorry. Besides, she didnt have time to waste, she needed to make it to HerTuth as soon as possible. But, as if sencing her presence, the man awoke. Making a graoning sound and sittting up straight the man yawned, then adressed her, "Oh, finally you've come out." he said nonchalantly, rubbing the sleep out of his grey eyes. Who was he? "Now Amelia, before you ask questions, which im sure you have many, we must go to my dwelling. It is protected by spells which will keep prying ears and eyes out. You are in grave danger and your father has chosen me to prepare you for you travel. Now, let us make haste, we havent much time." the man said, finally standing. Could she trust him, or was this a trap?