I take a deep breath in the darkness.
The stuffy, damp darkness that seems to last forever.
It shouldn't be like this.
This shouldn't be happening.
"What is is now?" I hear somebody whisper. My sister.
"I don't know. There is a change in the wind. Something is coming."
"What? What is coming?"
I turn towards the voice of my sister, to the right. As usual.
"Something… dark."
"Something dark? But isn't darkness why we are here?"
"No. I smell something foul, something hiding in the shadows."
"... ahh. I think I smell it, too."
I turn back to the direction that I was facing before.
"Do you know what it is?"
My sister knows even before she asks.
I know too.
So we both whisper in unison when we hear the drums of war beat above us.
The drums of ogres and goblins, elves and humans, gnomes and dwarves.
"Death."
