The Horror of the Jungle
The Horror of the jungle
The screech of the jungle creatures wrap around me. Vast threes tower above the muddy trail, and I hurry along. It’s getting dark and those drums that I have been hearing almost the entire time are starting up again in the distance. Shadowy shapes move silently between the trees, keeping pace with me. I must make it back to the others, and can only pray that they are still waiting. I am coming nearer to that waterfall. Why is it always a waterfall? My thoughts don’t have time to answer, I must hurry. I stop by some large rocks that are leaning against the dark ominous cliff walls. I need to be sure I have enough strength for what is ahead.
Some gravel and a few pebbles fall from the rocky precipice on me, telling me that they’re getting nearer. I must move on. It is now entirely dark and the clouds have blotted out what little light there was. The vegetation moves violently next to me and a large shadow darted out. The sound of death reached my ears moments later, and I shudder thinking I could be next. I must not think such morbid thoughts. The steady throbbing of drums just got louder. Now, there are almost too nice to listen to, I want to stop, I’m getting very sleepy, it must be those drums. I am almost tempted to sit on a large stump and fall asleep, but something keeps my legs moving in one direction. A shiver runs down my spine as a large shadow passes over me, whatever is concealing itself in the bushes nearby are gaining courage as they are moving closer. The entire place seems alive, I feel like there are countless of eyes watching my every move. In this treacherous and bizarre place, strangers are seldom liked. I can hear the thunderous roar of water getting louder, although I can’t see any signs of the violent falls. Why did I leave, I questioned myself. I guess the old man was right after all, but now it’s too late to turn back. I made my own choices and now I must live or die with the consequences. Somehow they knew things that were withheld from me, and when I found out, what I had done was irreversible. The vision we saw in the Sands of Dune was actually a foreshadow of what was to come. But we were young then, or so it seemed. I feel like I’ve aged a great deal in such a short amount of time since we left the cit of Nazgahotie. It must be this eerie place, I wish I could leave, but I can’t escape. My thoughts were broken as something grabbed a hold of my leg. I plunged into the depths of darkness. The next I knew I was cold and wet. I felt myself being propelled at a rapid speed. I coughed and choked as I swallowed a mouthful of water. It was bitterly cold. Something sucked me under and I struggled for air. I shot back to the surface not a moment to soon. The water calmed down somewhat but I was still traveling at an alarming rate. I could see the flickering of thousands of lights along the sides of the shore, and small abstract silhouettes darting to and fro. The drums reached my ear…the drums sealed my fate!
The screech of the jungle creatures wrap around me. Vast threes tower above the muddy trail, and I hurry along. It’s getting dark and those drums that I have been hearing almost the entire time are starting up again in the distance. Shadowy shapes move silently between the trees, keeping pace with me. I must make it back to the others, and can only pray that they are still waiting. I am coming nearer to that waterfall. Why is it always a waterfall? My thoughts don’t have time to answer, I must hurry. I stop by some large rocks that are leaning against the dark ominous cliff walls. I need to be sure I have enough strength for what is ahead.
Some gravel and a few pebbles fall from the rocky precipice on me, telling me that they’re getting nearer. I must move on. It is now entirely dark and the clouds have blotted out what little light there was. The vegetation moves violently next to me and a large shadow darted out. The sound of death reached my ears moments later, and I shudder thinking I could be next. I must not think such morbid thoughts. The steady throbbing of drums just got louder. Now, there are almost too nice to listen to, I want to stop, I’m getting very sleepy, it must be those drums. I am almost tempted to sit on a large stump and fall asleep, but something keeps my legs moving in one direction. A shiver runs down my spine as a large shadow passes over me, whatever is concealing itself in the bushes nearby are gaining courage as they are moving closer. The entire place seems alive, I feel like there are countless of eyes watching my every move. In this treacherous and bizarre place, strangers are seldom liked. I can hear the thunderous roar of water getting louder, although I can’t see any signs of the violent falls. Why did I leave, I questioned myself. I guess the old man was right after all, but now it’s too late to turn back. I made my own choices and now I must live or die with the consequences. Somehow they knew things that were withheld from me, and when I found out, what I had done was irreversible. The vision we saw in the Sands of Dune was actually a foreshadow of what was to come. But we were young then, or so it seemed. I feel like I’ve aged a great deal in such a short amount of time since we left the cit of Nazgahotie. It must be this eerie place, I wish I could leave, but I can’t escape. My thoughts were broken as something grabbed a hold of my leg. I plunged into the depths of darkness. The next I knew I was cold and wet. I felt myself being propelled at a rapid speed. I coughed and choked as I swallowed a mouthful of water. It was bitterly cold. Something sucked me under and I struggled for air. I shot back to the surface not a moment to soon. The water calmed down somewhat but I was still traveling at an alarming rate. I could see the flickering of thousands of lights along the sides of the shore, and small abstract silhouettes darting to and fro. The drums reached my ear…the drums sealed my fate!
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