*Xander*
I was in Hell. That was the only way to describe this place. Henry walked in front of me as we made our way down a narrow path etched into the side of the violently spiked mountain toward the darkened cave that I had seen from the mountain's peak. It was dry here and absolutely freezing. Henry was dressed in what looked like a cape he'd stitched together with a variety of garments, rags, and dried leaves.
“The second the sun rises, you're gone. Do you understand?" he said beneath his breath. He hadn't even turned to look at me; he kept his eyes forward as we both clung to the fragile shale mountain face and crept closer to the cave's opening. I was bursting with questions for him, but also with fear. The screeching sound… Goddess, the wail of it ate away at my bones.
“What's
