I was alone.

Trapped in what may as well have been my tomb. Unsure of which direction I had came from, I began to panic. I had a 50/50 guess on which way the mine was. My pick, almost worn out itself, would only give me the opportunity to dig in one direction. Was it even worth trying? I thought. I mean the whole mine could've collapsed as well.

"Should I wait for Dobby?"

"Would Dobby even know where I was?"

"Did he get caught in the mine collapse too?"

"What was that creature I heard?"

"Did Dobby just leave me here to die?"

These thoughts raced through my head. One seeming to always be yelling over another. I slouched down and began to cry. It felt like I'd been trapped for hours. I didn't hear anything, no yells, no picks, no scratching, nothing. Absolute silence. I can't die down here, I thought to myself, I won't die down here!

I stood up, grabbed my pick, and began mining down the tunnel. I knew whatever the outcome, I wouldn't die without a fight. Adrenaline took over, I hadn't mine this hard or this fast my entire life, now my life depended on it. The air was getting thin, getting harder to breath when suddenly I swung my pick and felt a breeze of lukewarm arm blow into the mine.

A Cave...

The cave was large, the only light coming from some lava flowing out of the cave wall into a small pool. The wall was dotted with a variety of ores, I used the Last of my pickaxe to gather some coal and make some torches. I held up a torch to get a better view of the cavern. I had tunneled what looked like to be the dead end of the cave, and I also noticed a slight wind blowing the flames of the torch. There was a way to surface, I just had to find it.

Standing at the edge of the room, peering in the darkness, I heard it again. The scratching I heard before the mine collapse. I drew my sword. The scratching got louder and louder, the cavern echoed and made it hard to pin point the scratching's source.

I spun around swinging my torch at the darkness, sword ready to strike, making sure whatever was down here wouldn't sneak up behind me. The scratching stopped, from right above my head. I looked up to see a set of glowing red eyes peering down at me. Our eyes met and it let a horrible shriek and dropped down on top of me.

The shriek turned into a whimper as the creature impaled itself on my sword. It laid on top of me on the cold cave floor, bleeding and letting out a last breath of life. I shoved it off of me and stood up.

The creature looked similar to that of a human, it was about 5 feet tall and it's skin was white,(apart from the dirt and blood). Its fingers had been sharpened down to claws. Frail and tiny, whatever the hell this thing was it hadn't eaten in a very long time. Even though it had stopped breathing, I decided the best bet was to throw it into the lava pool for good measure.

The carcass stunk as it slowly burnt and sunk into the molten rock. Multiple shrieks echoed through the cavern. Whatever I had killed had friends and if I wanted to get home, they'd have to die as well. I gathered my supplies and headed into the darkness.

Torch in one hand, sword in the other...

END OF PART 2

Author's Note: Hey thanks for reading, if you want me to continue let me know. Also, should I post this on the main sub? I need some juicy karma.