The darkness is thick, and overwhelming every fibre of my being with fear as I struggle to remember where I am. I can hear a multitude of disturbing sounds as I am trying to build up the courage to sit up and take in my surroundings. Where are you Amica? Surely you wouldn’t desert me at a moment like this. The forest growls a symphony of guttural sounds; there are weird, thin screams, scrabbling, scratching and howling noises; some close by and others distant, but all instilling me with terror. I have managed to sit up despite my body’s persistence in telling me to lie back down. I know who and what live in this place, and my only choice is to keep moving before they find me. At least I think that’s the best thing to do. Despite the inky black of the night, I think I have a rough idea which direction Fire mountain is. If I can manage to get closer to it, maybe I can enter disembodied voice’s mind, and tell him where I think that I am. I know it’s a long shot; he might not be conscious yet, and I might be wrong about where I am, but I have to try.
