I didn"t often get the urge to leave my lair and go to the surface, but when I did, I knew better than to ignore it. If I didn"t go, I"d come to regret it and end up feeling caged in, which almost always ended up in me shifting and destroying some of my property. It wasn"t the destruction itself that I had a problem with, but I was the one who had to clean it up, and that was almost never fun.
It felt alien to step into the tunnel that led to the surface. I rarely came this way, only when I got the itch to visit the surface. I wasn"t sure what I wanted to do once I was there. Probably just stand and remind myself that there was more to life than my cave and the depths of the Nile. It would be nice to bask in the remaining power the belief in me had brought.
I reached the exit within a fe
