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The scrab I heard through my short time spent in this chamber was walking inside a circle surrounded by rock, and one bit of the ledge I was on. In the middle of the circle was a lever, which I assumed opened the door on the other side of the ring. If I leaned over the ledge just enough I could see another door, closed. I thought that it was the other mouth of the cave I entered earlier. So I went back.
When I reached the mouth again, I looked inside into the darkness. If I looked closer though, I would see… just there… left a bit… there! See that? Do you know what that is? It’s called more darkness.
I left a web at the mouth of the cave in case I needed to go back. Then I headed in.
It was, believe it or not, dark. My slig mask was not fitted with night vision capabilities, so that was no help. But, if I screeched at just the right pitch, I could “hear” the cave, like a sketch.
I tried it. Then regretted it.
One thing I had heard all through my stay here was the fleech snores. They were so continuous that my ears had blocked them out.
But when you stop hearing them, you notice.
I could see them in my mind. They would have just dropped from their tongues, wondering what had made that noise- no, they didn’t wonder, they heard the sound, and started heading towards where it came from, looking for their new prey.
They screeched. All a slig would hear was a croak, but I heard not only the croak, but the ultrasonic that came with the croak. They were looking for me with their ears.
I could hear what they heard now. It wasn’t nearly as clear as it would be if I had sent them, but it signified that they came closer.
I backed away, following my web. It wasn’t long before I found light, and I was faster that the fleeches.
But fleeches are persistent. They won’t stop chasing until they have me caught on their tongues, pulling me in, my struggling only slowing what was inevitable…
I shook myself mentally. I couldn’t start thinking like that now. I had to work.
Thinking quickly, I laid a strand of sticky web in front of the cave and backed away.
The fleeches came, crawling towards me, getting ready to shoot their tongues at me, when they got caught in my web.
They struggled, but it was no use. Paramite web is one of the strongest substances in Mudos.
When I looked at them struggling there, I felt no pity. They were like me, in the fact that they were also created by Vykkers, but unlike me in the fact that they shouldn’t be in existence.
I thought about that. And realized that maybe I shouldn’t be in existence. I was meant to, wasn’t I?
I decided to think about that later. I wasn’t sure whether or not I should exist. I was sure about the fleeches.
I jumped on them suddenly, skewering them with my pointed legs. Like I said before, they weren’t meant to exist.
But was I?

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