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We traveled for what seemed like hours. At first I knew where we were, in the southern part of the city, but soon we passed out of even my vast knowledge of the tunnels. My arm was hanging limply by my side so I slowed my pace to wrap it in a sling so it would not jerk painfully causing a band of red to pass through my sight every time I stepped. I had no extra material so I used my cloak putting a corner of it in my mouth and positioning my arm the sling was soon finished. I hope we get wherever we are going soon this pain is excruciating!
I looked up to find that Somnus had not stopped and was no where to be heard. I panicked; there was no light for we had been traveling in darkness. Suddenly, there was a hand on my shoulder. I whipped around quickly only to stumble oafishly over my own feet. I landed in my hip with a thud and uttered an agonizing grunt. Pain had shot through my side and I slumped on the floor. So this is the plan, make me suffer, die slowly how- my thoughts were interrupted by a chuckle from the darkness. A slim long-fingered gloved hand grasped the upper portion of my uninjured arm and pulled me effortlessly to me feet. Soundlessly, he put his arm around me and released most of the pressure that would have been applied to my hip. Why is he helping me? Why is he being so…compassionate? This is definitely not the same man I saw in my lair…Or is it? Thirty minutes later Somnus stopped and said simply, "We are here."
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness Somnus laid me on a feather mattress covered with black silk sheets. In the darkness I had gotten to know this man well. He was strong, definitely able to support me at the snails-pace we had been moving, He was agile and stealthy, he had maneuvered silently to surprise me. He was smart, he could navigate the labyrinthine tunnels. He was illusory, he had conjured fire with his hands, a trick I have to learn. He was-slowly untying my makeshift sling! I wrenched my flaccid appendage from him only to cry out in pain. "Give me your arm or it will not heal and you may lose proper control over it." he plainly with only and undercurrent of a growl. I begrudgingly let him take my useless limb. "This is going to hurt," he said, his growl gone, "like hell." And for the first time in my life, I screamed.