K♠ As I began walking again my legs hurt. My situation overwhelmed me. All around I heard faint whispers taunting me, calling for my blood. I could feel that entity, yearning to set its foul claws in me. The worst part was that I couldn’t say if what I heard was real. Maybe those voices were only in my head, could I had turned on myself and a part of me just wanted it to end?

Day 188

9♣ Dreams of Belgrima didn’t come, neither did those of home or of my companions. At least there were no dark dreams. As usual I planned to walk for two or three hours before I broke fast. As I broke my camp the daydreaming began. With this new sense of direction it felt like I was getting close. Could it be that my breakfast would be my last meal within the mountain?

A♦ The helmet gave me a slight headache. It felt tight, too small. Was it small on the king as well? Would a king complain about such a trivial matter? Is my head larger than the king’s? Is it a change that has happened in the five generations since my ancestors left the kingdom? Or is it just me? Is my head too big?

5♣ I felt like a king for three, maybe four hours. Though I could be wrong, time seems to have a mind of its own in these caverns. I don’t pretend that it’s a serious theory it’s merely based on how I experience this underground world.

8♣ Since we arrived at the Kingdom under the Mother Mountain, 187 days have come and past. Now I, Tordhir, am the last survivor of our band. My companions have all fallen victim to the machinations of that ancient evil we unwittingly awakened in our foolish search for the treasure left by our ancestors. Now the evil in the shadows and its minions are behind me, ever near. I must find the stairs that will lead me out, but I have no idea where they might be. I still have water and rations for a few days. I hope I can make it.