Cynthia was crying, but she knew her tears were priceless, and that she must save them if she was ever to get out of this. Rummaging around in her satchel for something to collect them with, finding only a milk bottle. And at the very least it was empty; she didn’t want to go wasting the food she had to eat.

After she stopped crying, she thought about her predicament. Cynthia was stuck in a cave, surrounded by humans whose intentions were to kill her because she was the last one left of her kind; who had all been killed off by the humans.

Now let me set this straight, not all humans were bad, just those who were infected by dark magic. Truth be told there was many who would have helped. But they couldn't. Not where she was now, in the land of Merana; where dark magic lived and thrived.

Before she had been in this mess, her mission had been to get her tears to the center of the Dark World, but now she could possibly fail. No one knows, really,  but she might- just might get out of this-this wretched, cursed land, and see her own kind again.

However, that might also be too much to hope for her. How could she even get out of this? She must first escape from the cave. Even then, there were fifty or more humans lying in wait for her. She had not the bravery to go and look for herself, but that was a risk Cynthia might have to take.

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To be continued...