Leviathan-03

___ Mace had reached the Keepers, haedians with knowledge upon knowledge. Their living space was a vast corridor inside this cavern. Littered with shelving carved into the rocks, scrolls, artifacts, and books filled these shelves; showing off the amount of wisdom this clan held at their fingertips. They had tents within the cavern for resting, as well as rooms built off of the main area. The intricate brickwork was astonishing for Mace. He wondered how he had impressed this clan leader with the smallest of things.. the water cycle. Something that he thought everyone knew about, but he had to remind himself that the haedian down here didn’t experience the changes in weather like the topsiders did. As Mace wandered through their home, he gazed around the area. There was the heart of their living space, The Chronicle Hall, with glowing crystals that cast beautiful and ethereal shadows along the walls. And quieter, more peaceful corridors where they shared knowledge and stories

The vayron swam up to Ornaax, a twinkle within his eyes, and Ornaax knew Mace loved it. “We’re going to have a race, if you’d like to join today?” Ornaax asked, excitement in his voice as he swam around in a couple of circles. The movement swayed Mace’s body, making him shake his head and give a small laugh. He was tiny compared to most of the haedian, and yet, even smaller compared to most tyrians. “I doubt I’d even come close to winning!” Mace said, paddling his paws through the water to stay afloat within the liquid. “It isn’t about winning! It’s about the experience and the love for our games. We do them with pride, not only to showcase our skills to one another but also to enjoy our time together.” Ornaax explained, a bright grin spreading across his face. “Follow me.” He said, taking off to one of the air bubbles so the vayron wouldn’t have to tire himself out. Mace eagerly followed, a slower pace for sure, but he attempted to keep up. Once the two emerged into the air

___ Mace, after leaving the cavernous forest, came across his next stop. Pockets of water that opened up to the deepest depths. The water was crystal clear and the sound of it lapping against the rocks created a soft lullaby in this tunnel as it bounced off the walls and echoed. However, as Mace neared and gazed into the water below, the hairs along his spine began to prickle with anxiety. He knew he didn’t get along with the liquid, only having his paws to push him through it made it harder for him to travel this way. Which, in the end, made him worry.. he would go from predator to prey within this realm and something about that thought caused him an intense sense of fear. The flora from within the water began to swish back and forth, a dark shadow swimming amongst them. The lights that beamed in the depths flashed as the creature swam over them and around them, nearing the surface. The creature crashed through the top, water spraying everywhere, causing Mace’s coat to get soaked.