Amongst the hustle and bustle of the busy station I take note of all the faces. One man is on the phone speaking in angry hushed tones, in an expensive suit and a rather bland tie.

He was obviously on his way to work.

Then there was the girl. A young woman in tracksuit and headphones, her head is jumping up and down to the tune in her ears. She’s sitting on a silver suitcase and texting on her ...

It was always going to happen this way. Joe knew his fate the moment the deed was done. He knew what he was getting himself into going on this trip. Numerous travellers had warned him of his foolish attempts at redemption. Naia had told him only yesterday of the curse that would befall anyone who dares to try and enter the caverns. But Joe was foolish, young, naive and felt that it was the what he...