CHAPTER II
Deeper into the cold wastes of the mountains they descended. Into the maws of the mountain they went.
Falorgeant bared his teeth at the biting wind that picked up not moments ago. Looking up, Clarielle was only a few feet above him and she too, disliked the weather as the clouds began to weep thick snow once more. As the two elezen continued to climb down, small chunks of rock continued to break away from the flesh of the mountain and drop into the unknown descent. Clarielle looked down and sighed. If she had to choose whether she hated heights or the freezing wind, it would have to be heights.
"I don't know how they managed to survive the fall!"
"That is why we're climbing down! If anything, we'll be looking for signs of their last known struggle!" Falorgeant shouted.
"Perhaps there are corpses? Even so, the dragons would have mo- AH!"
The rock beneath Clarielle crumbled and the ground gave way. Her desperate attempt to reach for a grip in the mountain only proved futile as she fell.
She closed her eyes and screamed, knowing that she would drop into her own frozen grave. Before she could realize the reality of what happened next, Falorgeant had already grabbed her arm and postponed her death. Clarielle blinked, staring surprisingly at Falorgeant with a hint of relief.
"Careful now!" said Falorgeant as he heaved Clarielle to his position. "Today is not yours."
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Clarielle's scream echoed through the mountain.
Even in the agile wind, the outcry brought itself into the acute hearing of a slumbering spawn of the Dravanian Horde. Golden eyes slowly opened... golden and heartless eyes.
