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// The Otter Side 
// Story: Book 1 - The Behemoth came to Canterlot 
// by Equimorto 
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The first thing he saw was darkness. The second was also darkness. For a while, in fact, he only saw that. After about a minute of it or so, he finally realise the room was simply devoid of any illumination, but very much still there. So, he took a few steps forward. Then a few more. Then more and more, more confidently, until the cold surface of the wall greeted his muzzle rather unpleasantly. He stepped back, shook his head, placed a hoof on the wall and began to pace around the edge of the room.
There was nothing inside the walls anymore. That was... Was that curious? Maybe not. He wasn't sure. Was it even the same room? He wanted to say it looked like the same room, but he couldn't really say that when he couldn't see it. But it was supposed to be the same room, probably. Definitely. Which didn't mean it was actually, but he had no reason to think otherwise.
His thoughts were interrupted as his hoof fell through the air into a gap in the wall. Stopping and turning to face it, to the best of his sightless abilities at least, he stepped forward again. Then he adjusted his direction slightly, having introduced his muzzle to yet another wall.
The first few steps of the staircase that he'd forgotten was there were crossed more through some odd kind of upwards stumbling than any more conventional means, but after he managed to still remain on his hooves the rest went smoothly. He stomped down his hoof a little too hard at the top and lost his balance slightly when a step he'd expected to find didn't happen to be there, but aside from that be did not run into any more walls.
Mostly because he could actually see the one in front of him at the top of the stairs. The stuff inside it, at least. He'd just gotten done with one, but he wasn't going to turn down another puzzle.