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"Hurry!" she whisper-shouted. She halted abruptly, stared down, and turned swiftly. She took off at a dead gallop from a standstill, dodging boulders as well as she did with the trees. She could only hope that the stallion could watch her and do the same. She paused at the dark mouth of a cave and waited for him to catch up.
He skidded to a halt besid her.
She turned and melted into the dark mouth of the cave. There was no light, and no path to follow. Those who were lucky made it through. Those who weren't fell to their death into the hidden canyons and crevices, lost forever. Some survived, but how could any survive in a world of darkness? Some stumbled, near dead, into the Tribes weeks later, following a tunnel to the outside. Some weren't that lucky. Some lay injured at the bottom of a cliff. If they were lucky, they would die instantly, if they weren't then they would suffer until starvation, dehydration, or intolerable pain took them. Even the mare feared, she who had walked these caves time and time again. She waited just inside for the stallion.
