It was not wise to try and pierce a magical barrier, for when Katul stepped forward the darkness became deeper. The only things lit by the light was the hand holding it, the sand beneath his feet sloping steeper down. As he took  three steps the ground below rushed from beneath him, causing him to start sliding.<br/><br/>Rose yelled as he started forward, "Wait!" reaching out a hand and grabbing his arm just as he started sliding. He was heavy and she was not that strong. Her feet slid as well and they both plunged into darkness and a long dark hole yawned beneath them.<br/><br/>She screamed as they fell. The sound echoed in the small space and then they hit water. Icy cold water deep enough to slow their fall. And it was moving, a torrent that barreled them along until the curve of the current threw them on a sandbar. It continued to wash over them, but they had room to stand now and get out of the water on a muddy bank.<br/><br/>Rose coughed and sputtered, choking on the water that had gone into her lungs. Soaked clear through and cold she got up and felt around for Katul. "Katul!? Are you here?" It was pitch dark, and she reached for her magic, bringing up a small flickering witchlight that glowed blue in the darkness. She lifted the light to hang in the air like a hovering bug. There on the ground lay Katul. She felt for a pulse and a breath of air as she pulled his head clear of the water.<br/><br/>If Katul regains his breath and stands he will be lucky if he retained the sword, though it may have come with them and he might find it close by if he did lose hold of it.