(sorry i literally hate titling bro)

With a grunt, Arthur staggered inside the door, leaning heavily against the wall. Thankfully, the dusty walls cast some shade, a blessed relief from the beating rays outside.

“Arthur, we can’t stop. We need to keep going, or he’ll find us-“

“No,” Arthur’s voice was more of a whine than he intended it to be. He blamed the heat. “We’ll be fine for a while. No...

The girl stood at the start of the bridge, staring down at the rushing river below her with apprehensive eyes. Her companion clapped her shoulder with a reassuring squeeze.

“Come now, Kara! Just a quick jaunt over the bridge and we’ll be in Stoneytown! We’ll be able to get some food, perhaps a nice drink …and maybe even enjoy some entertainment! Some travelling musicians, or a theater troupe, or ...

Mc came to a halt in front of the strange hole in the wall. It was small, shorter than him in height, enough so that he had to bend down to get a better view. He peered inside, trying to make out any light or movement inside.

Nothing. Not a sound.

Before his eyes, the shape of the entrance started to waver and shake. Looking at it hurt his eyes, so he rubbed at them, hoping that would help.

Whe...