<table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;">Throughout most of the ride, Yeeru wasn't haunted by any eerie hands nor shadowing figures. He noticed that others had acted as if they had seen ghosts, but it wasn't that way for Yeeru. Maybe that was because what he saw wasn't a part of the cave? Or perhaps he just didn't have too many bad memories to recall and be scared of. He didn't really know, but while everyone had their visions of their parents or hearing voices, Yeeru hear a single voice. Saw a single thing. <br/><br/>As the gave grew darker, the visions and the sounds became clearer, however, they still were misty and jambled. Even as they moved forward and he started to smell a very distant but distinct smell. He couldn't recall what it was for it seemed as if it were far away. Yeeru sniffed the air with the purpose to get a big whiff of it, but he couldn't. Smelling the odd aroma didn't leave a very good taste in his mouth, for it was very strong in iron, leaving his mouth to feel metallic because of the taste. He spat onto the ground a few times along the way, but nothing too significant came of that. At least not in the cave. During the last part of the trek, he didn't actually feel a whole lot. Yes, he could feel his feet crunching stone better than before, but nothing out of the ordinary. He simply felt... weak. As if he didn't get enough rest and he had to run miles for some unknown reason. This was out of the ordinary for Yeeru, because of his insomnia. Despite not getting any sleep, he never really felt tired. Not in that way anyway. <br/><br/>Yeeru slowed down his pace to examine this feeling, but they were reaching the exit. At least he presumed by the shining light at the end of the tunnel. He reached for the exit and the closer he got, the clearer things became. The smell, the voice, the vision. It was just enough out of focus however it still didn't make sense. None of it really made sense. The voice echoed, but not as if it echoed off of walls. It was as if the voice itself simply echoed without a cause. The vision was dark and it darkened his view in front of him. The smell and taste was starting to make his mouth dry. The light came closer, everything growing louder. And then, he exited the cave. <br/><br/>The first thing Yeeru noticed was that the voice had vanished. It trailed off into soft echoes, but it didn't speak further. Next, he noticed the taste and smell had dissipated as well, which cause him to subconsciously spit again. His sense of touch had returned to normal capacity, and he no longer felt weary, which was good. But the last thing he noticed was that the vision didn't go away. It was now as vivid as a painting before him. It was a dark corridor- no- a cave. It was dark, but the rocks were illuminated by orange torch light which were somewhere off in the distance. There was a wall, and in front of that wall was some rubble. A large rock in particular that was probably the size of a skull. Around this large rock was smaller pebbles. Yeeru looked over his shoulder at the cave behind them. As he did so, he heard a minuscule voice say with utter innocence. Yeeru had to listen exclusively to the voice in order to hear it. <br/><br/>"Do you ever feel like you're being watched?"<br/><br/>Yeeru's eyes widened again and he came to a halt. Yeeru looked around him quickly, looking off in the distance and at the trees. He couldn't see anything. Not a simple thing. The voice continued to echo ever so softly.</td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;">"You should."<br/><br/>Yeeru couldn't help but check his surroundings again. He couldn't see anything worth noting, everything was completely normal. Everyone was acting normal and resting, there was nothing creepy around. Nothing but this voice. Yeeru then stood still, look at the group in front of him. <br/><br/>"We are."<br/><br/>A severe chill ran down Yeeru's spine, one that shook his body as a whole. He let out an audible gag, the iconic taste and smell of blood filling his senses. He could taste it, he could smell the liquid and iron. It was in his mouth and Yeeru gagged again. His hand covered his stomach which heaved with each excessive gag. He eventually let go of his horse's reins and feel to his knees. The smell was stronger than most anything he had sense before and he could feel as if the thick red liquid was running down his throat. Nothing of course was there, he knew it, but it tasted so real. It felt so real. Yeeru eventually threw up, heaving what he had for breakfast in a pile of yellow sludge onto the path. And then he threw up again. <br/><br/>Jiao heard this commotion and turned to Yeeru with a raised eyebrw at first. But upon viewing the scene, she gasped and rushed over,"Yeeru! Yeeru, are you okay?!" She knelt besides him and his pile of puke, trying not to cringe her nose at the smell. "What happened?" <br/><br/>Yeeru shook his head and panted slightly, using his hand to gently push her away. "I'm fine." Jiao tried to help him up. Yeeru just shoved her hands away,"I said I'm fine." <br/><br/>"Yeeru-"<br/><br/>"I'm okay. I'm just sensitive to smells is all." Yeeru pushed himself up one leg at a time, using his sleeve to wipe what was around his mouth. "We must have passed a skunk or a pile of shit or something." <br/><br/>Jiao wasn't entirely convinced,"You didn't smell anything in the cave before?" <br/><br/>"I did, but it wasn't a bad smell." Yeeru only glanced at her, more concerned about whether the others were staring or not. "Seriously, I'm fine." At least for not. The smell and taste were gone, but Yeeru couldn't help but feel sick still. Things like that don't just go away because the taste is gone. Jiao blinked at Yeeru who immediately grabbed his reins again so his horse didn't run off with his cart. Yeeru simply asked,"Are he staying here or are we going further?"<br/><br/>Jiao watched as some of the group had already started to go towards the pasture. "Apparently going..." She mumbled. She gave a concerned look at the young man, but simply left him be, returning to her cart to follow the others.</td></tr></table>