Night 55: Quarry
[From here.]
After what seemed like an entire night's worth of walking, the pair arrived somewhere: it wasn't the town, but it certainly wasn't nothing, either. The ground gave way to a deep hole, the layers of the earth visible with every ridge that led into the center. The snow that covered the land and smoothed the surface was lumpier here, partially obscuring whatever was just beneath it- they could have been items, or they could have been somethings looking to nibble on their feet. Even more intimidating were some of the shapes the Scarecrow could see on the horizon, their shadows looming against the dim light from the night sky. For a brief moment, he was sure one shape was a brontosaurus, but its complete stillness said otherwise. Maybe it was just as scared of them as he was of witches, and stayed motionless in order to not draw attention to itself.
The Scarecrow took a step toward the edge of the hole, shining the light into it. The beam barely touched the bottom, and he could see ladders leading into the depths. He did his best to keep the light still- much like with his map earlier, his hands were shaking, though the pain in his arm was far less than it had been then. It had to be something else this time; he resolved to take another look at his arm when he had a free moment.
"What do you suppose this is?" the Scarecrow asked, feeling his knees shaking again. He took a step away from the ledge in the event his legs gave out unexpectedly.
After what seemed like an entire night's worth of walking, the pair arrived somewhere: it wasn't the town, but it certainly wasn't nothing, either. The ground gave way to a deep hole, the layers of the earth visible with every ridge that led into the center. The snow that covered the land and smoothed the surface was lumpier here, partially obscuring whatever was just beneath it- they could have been items, or they could have been somethings looking to nibble on their feet. Even more intimidating were some of the shapes the Scarecrow could see on the horizon, their shadows looming against the dim light from the night sky. For a brief moment, he was sure one shape was a brontosaurus, but its complete stillness said otherwise. Maybe it was just as scared of them as he was of witches, and stayed motionless in order to not draw attention to itself.
The Scarecrow took a step toward the edge of the hole, shining the light into it. The beam barely touched the bottom, and he could see ladders leading into the depths. He did his best to keep the light still- much like with his map earlier, his hands were shaking, though the pain in his arm was far less than it had been then. It had to be something else this time; he resolved to take another look at his arm when he had a free moment.
"What do you suppose this is?" the Scarecrow asked, feeling his knees shaking again. He took a step away from the ledge in the event his legs gave out unexpectedly.