Creative Story

“The pain will pass my friend. Just hold on a little longer and we will be free from these cursed catacombs.” Loch’nar spoke to his friend as he half carried him through a winding passageway. “Lochy, I fear my time draws near, I can feel the Void calling me. Leave me here, you may yet escape my fate.” Said the wounded man leaning on Loch’nar.
“Nah Maranoc, I shall not leave you while you live. We will both be free of this Hell or we shall both die here, beneath the earth.”
Maranoc smiled, his handsome features pinched and paled, even in the meager light that seemed to come from the very earth around them.
Suddenly Maranoc stumbled and would have collapsed had Loch’nar not slung his wounded friend across his shoulder. The stocky, powerful Loch’nar would have easily been able to carry his friend for miles at a slow run above ground but being so far below ground, without food for days and carrying his own share of wounds the effort of carrying his companion was almo...