When the Loress called them all forth at the wall and explained there was to be a test, Motto felt hot.  His heart was beating and his palms felt itchy.  Concentrating on her instructions to eat and drink, he didn’t have time to think of a question until everyone was already hurrying back to their wagons.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;">Would he get stuck in the wall?</span></span><br/><br/>With shaking hands he took up his reigns and remembered his Master’s words.  EAT AND DRINK.  The hunter turned to survey his wagon and heard the Loress call out for them to get moving.  Groaning, Motto grabbed a handful of what looked like granola and poured it into his mouth before gulping down the reminder of his hot cocoa.  It was now cold cocoa.  And the granola turned out to be a mixture of sawdust and dirt.  Determined to not disappoint the Dragon Princess again, Motto chewed with all his might as the horses pulled him around a corner.<br/><br/>Darkness overtook him.  Something more than darkness.  It was a deep and terrible black that seemed to touch him.  Motto’s vision was abnormally sharp (although he was unaware of it) as well as his hearing.  The hunter’s ability to detect sounds as well as distinguish them in the midst of other noises was another talent he possessed without realizing it.  As his wagon continued further into the tunnel, Motto became painfully aware of the change.  He shook his head and smacked it, blinking and panicking in the muted void.  Motto’s breathing became erratic and he clutched at his chest in order to assure himself that he was in fact, there.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/rAStiI4.jpg">[ img ]</a>