The two men travelled far away from the village as the sun sank lower and lower on the horizon. After a bit of conversation, Drevon learned that Jason was an immortal from a flying land that was far away. He of course, though this was ridiculous, but he still wondered about Jason’s strange attire and weaponry. As they walked, Drevon also noticed that peeking out from under the Immortal’s cape was the head of a small lute. “You play?” Drevon asked, gesturing to it. “Not much, mainly when I have nothing better to do. I’m mainly a writer and a poet myself, and not much of a musician,” Jason explained. Drevon nodded. “I can play, my father taught me all sorts of folk songs and ballads. Unfortunatly, when my home was burned, I lost my instrument, and haven’t been able to aquire another,” He said. “What a shame friend, I belive that the pursuit of one’s talent is the best way to live,” Jason said. Drevon simply shrugged. They walked on all that day, and stopped at night, having a small meal of cake-like bread and dried meat that jason had brought. Drevon thought the man’s food tasted like leaves and grass, but didn’t complain about it. They soon fell asleep, after not much conversation, and headed onward early the next morning. After passing many a farmhouse or field, the two eventually found themself staring at the cracked mouth of a ravine. It was covered in vines and branches, and a crumbling yet proud tower stood near the entrance. Drevon thought that the tower looked like a giant tree, as there were many tattered flags that hung from it’s top. It clearly belonged to someone of nobility, as grand looking estate grounds and a mansion stood beyond, just a few hundred feet away. They too were old and crumbling, and the poles of the flags that hed once been shiny and proud, were not covered with rust, and the flags were tattered. “Shall we?” Jason said, gesturing to the opening of the ravine. Drevon looked around, trying to see if there was another way, but there was a solid cliff face on either side, blocking the way around. He sighed, and entered the ravine, stepping over many branches and coiling ivy bushes, which reached out like nets to ensnare thier feet, if they were not careful. A great many runes had been carved into the walls, which looked very old. “What do these mean Jason? Are they powerful?” Drevon asked. “Not that I can tell. Anyway, they are unlike any runes that I’ve ever seen,” Jason replied, staring up at them. The two pressed on through the ravine, slowly but surely making thier way through the forest of vines. Suddenly, as if it had appeared from nowhere, they found themselves looking at the moth of a cave. “Well, this is, unfortunate,” Drevon said, sighing heavily. “We must go through, perhaps it is only a tunnel,” Jason said, sounding rather undettered by thier situation. “Fine then, light a torch,” Drevon said in annoyance. They did, and the two began to enter the cave. They noticed that the carved runes were clustered particularly numerous around the mouth, but, as nothing happened, they pressed forward. The cave felt damp, but not musty as they had expected. It seemed to snake its way through the rock, and the two both hoped that Jason was right and it was indeed a tunnel. As they went on, they found the rock to be widening, and soon they were in a large room. Just how large, they could not tell, but they could see that the runes had stopped thier path through the tunnel. Suddenly, from out of the dark, a low, gutteral growl came. It was loud, and seemed to come from behind them. The two whipped around, drawing thier swords. Another growl, and a shuffling from the direction they were facing. Jason and Drevon stood shakily in the flicering torchlight. Suddenly, as if it came from the darkness itself, Drevon found himself looking into a blue, scaly face, and a pair of golden eyes.
Fairy Tales
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