Ghost of Dalmos

on the floor. Then I held myself to check for fractures, for my body seemed to hurt everywhere. Catching a breath, I lifted my head and looked around to see where I was. It was a

light from the little open

ed to have been there for ages. After going through the passage that led to nowhere, I began to hear

an into some wolves feasting noisily on a meal. I withdrew before they

d disappeared. Instead there were six paths before me. None was befitting for a

the wild creatures had also disappeared. The place was now a river littered with deadly crocodiles

he swampy old paths. Only on

as l

ation as my mea

elty. The earth wore a frown, because she could

scorching sun, the path seemed to lead to nowhere. I was frust

nd forth was

trees and bush paths when I discovered that something was not righ

rowning very fast. My shoulders sagged and my pair of legs betrayed me. I could not count the number of times that I stagg

pondered the idea of feasting on some mango fruits on one of the trees around. I reache

range movement in my stomach interrupted

tree. Victim of circumstance, life is no bed of roses. When I tried to regain my footing and move on to so

y hand and rolled to a corner. I growled, glanced about f

til they got to an abandoned building that had no roof. The big bird landed on the floor inside of the building while he was still under the spell of sleep. As it place