//------------------------------// // Deep // Story: Dragon Story // by Karibela //------------------------------// The voices stopped. The smells drifted away too, leaving Crescent alone in the now-dark cave. Shortly before the end of the singing, she didn't care if they stopped. They weren't real to begin with. It was still hot, though, more hot than anywhere she knew above ground. Through the darkness, there were still a few lit rocks. They illuminated the smoke, wafting from deeper below. She moved on in frustration. As she did, a voice followed her, talking a few moments apart. It was a low purr of a voice. “You've entered, traveller, for reasons I pertain to, and you shall find me soon. I have been told you are beautiful, and I would love to see you, as you will me. Your only way is down, and you shall find your friends. Here you can meet. Here you can stay forever. My children do not venture outside. If you bring steel, I would recommend you leave it where you walk. The path will only get warmer. I hope you liked the music. You will hear it for as long as you remember. ” ~~ Luna's light guide me... The room was in front of her. She was not afraid of the spikes around the doorway. She was afraid of the glowing eyes, and the things she could not see. She was more angrier than scared. Crescent walked in, her eyes fixed on those in the darkness.