[i]The clattering of swords clashing together would ring throughout the air as Mion ran from the scene, as she would have to maneuver throughout the worsening combat. Wings of something massive would traverse through the skies above, as Trayvens and the warriors of sand alike would continue fighting.[/i] [i]Then, Mion felt a cracking.[/i] [i]The ground beneath her had begun to literally split open, sand retreating into it's gaping maw: the drop didn't seem too far down, though, and she would see the faint glimpse of a tunnel - the group that she was heading to was nowhere in sight, either they had no horn blower or.. worse.[/i]

[i]As Mion looked around, trying to desperately find the group she was looking for, she was startled by the ground splitting open, landing on her bottom as she shuffled back a bit. She stared at it for a while, before picking herself up and taking s few steps back from it. No way she was going to look down there. She would start to look around again, considering calling out for them but putting it off, since it was useless to yell over the sounds of war. She had to make due, wandering around the camp to search for her group, while watching for cracks on the ground.[/i]

[i]As the fighting would begin to grow more hectic, with warriors of the sand rushing past Mion and seemingly ignoring her, and Trayven soldiers beginning to call out for a retreat in the onslaught, Mion soon found that she needed to run: the cracks in the earth had begun to split the very encampment in two, the high-pitched, monstrous screaming of something to her far left suddenly calling out - the ringing made her ears throb, yet she would sustain yet.[/i] [i]She found some hope, though: a small party of Trayvens, with a few servants that she recognized, had begun to retreat from the onslaught. They blew the retreating horn, as a few others would join their pack. Cowards, to some, but survivors and saviors to others.[/i] [i]Yet.. Mion heard another calling.[/i] [i]As the ground would split open once more, it was as if Mion's hearing was muffled: the cries of battle drowned out, the clashing of blades cancelled. Now she heard a song, from.. the deep, perhaps. Something that Niki had sung, or at least mentioned.[/i] [u]"Deep in the sands of golden wastes,[/u] [u]Reviving of kings in certain haste,[/u] [u]Armageddon's split, like the ground beneath,[/u] [u]Graves only serve as a temporal sheath..[/u] [u]To the kings of sand.[/u]" [i]When the random, ironically peaceful song had ended, the ground stretches apart once more, revealing a clear tunnel throughout the cracks underneath. Mion had a choice: to retreat with the other soldiers, or to follow this unknown.. singing, which had seemingly chosen her.[/i]

[i]When she heard the peaceful song Niki had once sung to her echo in her ears, she paused for a moment, as she looked down at the crack on the ground once again. She felt surprised, and curious. It couldn't be a coincidence... Could it? She started to feel conflicted. For all she knew, she could be trapped down there, but... She may be able to find something to stop this fighting. She looked around to see if anyone was watching, before walking up to the crack and peering down it. Then back to the group of servants and defenders. Her mind would be made up, looking down at the crack. Crouching down low as her legs swung over the edge of the crack, she slowly eased herself down as she scooted over, then placed both her hands on the edge as she lowered herself. She would then let go, trying to land on her feet as she went in.[/i]

[i]When Mion went into the crack of earth, the ground would slide together once she descended down, piecing itself back together.[/i] [i]Mion would land on her feet, indeed, and upon sand and stone as well. Ruined, torn fabrics and remainders of the camps surrounded her. There was also a small dagger down there, with a slightly torn, yet functional sheath. Mion wouldn't find anything to eat, only a small bottle of water.[/i] [i]Then, there was the pitch black tunnel.[/i] [spoiler]One of Mion's bands can illuminate the dark, I think? Can't remember.[/spoiler]

[i]She would peer up as the crack began to close in on itself, covering her eyes with her arm as dust and sand fell. She would then take to look around her own surroundings, seeing the small dagger and the water bottle. First, she would pick up the dagger, looking it over. She knew that it would be a useful tool, depending on the situation. Though she wouldn't be using it to hurt anyone, unless if it was an emergency. Pocketing the dagger, she would also pick up the water bottle. No time to check if it was clean, though. Her attention would then be turned to the dark tunnel, as she walked over to it. Seeing that there was no apparent light source, she started to will her bow into existence, its glow illuminating the area around her. It would do for now. Taking a deep breath, she would walk into the tunnel, glowing bow in hand.[/i]

[i]And thus, Mion would descend onwards, deep into the catacombs of the kings. And somewhere in the distance, she could hear Niki's peaceful song, repeating over and over..[/i] [spoiler]We can call it fin, I'll get a post for you and Roy.[/spoiler]