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The Pit of Shadow

          To long. She'd been waiting too long. He'd made her wait. She hated him. That's all she knew. Alone in the dark. Alone with the whispers of the shadow leaches. No light wove it's way past the pit guardians. No light. No people. No him. Him. He'd promised he'd come. She'd been waiting for years. Years. Years. He hand't come. He wouldn't come.

          She pushed herself to her feet. Rage boiling in every vain in her body. A hate so deep it carved it's existence into her bones and seemed to wright itself in her every jerky movement.

          He would pay. He would die. No. He'd suffer a fate worse than death. Confinement. In the pit. For longer than she'd been here. But with no hope. He'd die here.

          A laugh, gurgling and sick, seared out of her parched throat, and blood trickled down her face from a gash above what would have been her eye. If it'd been there. In it's place was a long, jagged, puckered scar. 

          Die. Die. Die. Die. 

          It became a chant in her head, a spell of gruesome vengeance. And the only thing keeping her alive. Keeping her moving. 

          She must find him. She must escape. She'd live so he'd die.

          At the top of the dark pit stood a man. He was draped in dark black ragged cloths, and a robe that was falling off and fraying at the ends. He peered down into the blackness. Listening to the mad howl of laughter billowing up from it's depths like a smokey cloud. And he smiled. He'd given her a reason to live. A reason to escape and continue living. It might have been in the wrong way. But it had been the ONLY way. It didn't matter that in the end he would indeed die. In the end he would be the one howling in agony and pain at the bottom of the pit he looked at now. It didn't matter at all. Because after she found him, imprisoned him, and killed him, she would be free. She would be free.

          He walked away from the pit and from her. Sad and content in his heart. Resigned to his deed.