I stood outside the cavern again today. The whispering was more distinct. It had a sibilance that felt alien to my ears. Not Narn. I would like to say that I leaped into action and explored the cavern.
But I do not lie to you, Dear Reader.
I left. I went back to the village as if willing people to be there would make Narn sprout from the ground. I explored the village thoroughly. The people moved on as a choice, not hurried in any way. You can tell because the remnants of the village are neatly placed in the town square. Looters would not have been so polite. What is left is not worth keeping. I looked through the trash to excuse my resistance to the path I needed to take. As if long forgotten, broken crockery is the reason I am here.
Now I look down on the ruined base. From here it seems so innocent. Yet the people left. Was it a feeling of oppression? Dread? Malice?
I can remember running for my life as the base exploded around me. Could there be something there? Is it like the other base with the underground caverns as well as the city above Dare I leave it for someone else to finish?
Was my dream correct? Have I become an old man?
My name is G’Quan and I am a fool. I am a doddering idiot.
Yes, there are creatures in this ruined base. They are creatures of Darkness. And they have captured me. I thought I was going to surprise them. I was the one surprised. It is as if they knew I was here. They were waiting for me to come into the structure. They are so alien from us. They captured me and tossed me in here with much regard at all. I do not see any others here. I have not seen them either.
I do not even know how long I have been here. I know it cannot have been weeks because I still live though I am starting to weaken. I have liquid from the walls, but I have not eaten in a while and my stomach is cramping from the emptiness. They have not brought any food or drink to me. I am not a prisoner in their eyes. I am a pest that was trapped. Like a pest, there is no plan to keep me alive. I can find no escape. The walls are solid bedrock. The opening is shut with some force that will not allow me to pass through. Not just painful Pain I would endure to escape. Somehow the empty air just refuses my exit.
I spent hours trying to get out. I screamed to get their attention, but they ignore me. Why would anyone care about the complaints of vermin?
No one will ever find me. My bones will mold in this cage, unsung. Ironic ending to my story, is ti not? To go from a simple farmer to the Leader of the Narn people, only to die unremembered in the prison of my enemies. Lost forever.
I laugh at the idea despite myself. Why not? When the options are to laugh or cry, I always choose the former. This time I may be laughing myself to death.