The Cavern of Secrets holds much more than you can imagine. Once a forbidden place, the ban on entrance has been released...yet, is it a good idea to enter?

Once a great battle had been fought in this cavern, against a dark beast that had once - and still might - dwell here. No one knows where he disappeared to, but there are rumours...

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By the time the trio had reached the caverns Filius' legs were shaking and he'd sunk into an abysmal pit of bitterness. The moment they'd crossed the threshold into the caves he'd collapased and refused to move, eyes darker than the clouds. Damn the rain. Damn the sickness. Damn his weakness. Sometimes it seemed sweeter, the prospect of giving up, than to sit and lay down and stand still and chase his tail to pass the time when there were wars to be fought; if he was to waste his life doing nothing, why not commit death to nothingness too? The longer he wasn't doing the bigger the oppourtunity for the past to catch up with him, not that that was neccesarily a bad thing. At the very least memories would fill the chasm of idleness in his chest. Thunder rumbled passively outside while wind battered trees and lightning chased rabbits from their bushes. How lucky, he thought dismanlly to himself, storms were. Deum revisited these pools of despair often, steadily fueling their existance by mainting a constant air of misery. Feeling sorry for himself was a talent he was very, very good at. Being angry at everyone was a talent he was even better at. And It wasn't that he was genuinly upset by death or handicap or the rain- most of the time he was just bored and dramatic. He wasn't at war anymore. Being serious wasn't necessarily helpful, especially when there was actually something to be grave about. So he groaned and moaned and snarled and bit and pretended and played at, and howled and cried and grumped and moped and sighed, because if he wasn't making a game of it then it would stop being fake.



BECAUSE I AM THE SUN,
AND I AM THE MOON.
I WILL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE,
I WILL SPIT YOU OUT,
I WILL BURN YOUR EYES,
AND I WILL CAST AN EVERLASTING DARKNESS,
OVER THIS BARREN FUTURE,
THAT YOU CALL HOPE.




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