Fynrael and Vraegar were exploring the caves, Vraegar looking for some good treasure and Fynrael hoping to find something interesting and new, perhaps even fun, if things went well. When they stepped into the cave with a gaping hole through the middle, Fynrael was initially sad, sighing softly and nudging the little slime that had been his new friend recently. "Let’s just go -”

“Why? There’s a bridge here. Hurry up Fynrael,” Vraegar said, with a roll of his eyes. Vraegar only paused a moment, giving Fynrael the time to get the slime on his back and follow after him.

They stepped onto the bridge, Vraegar unfazed and confident and Fynrael hurried and unsure. He looked around with a frown, suspicious of the convenience of the bridge. “Hey Vrae, does this bridge look a little odd to you?”

Before Vraegar could even reply the ‘bridge’ shifted underneath them and thousands of long, terrifying legs became visible. They had no choice but to run as fast as they could to the other side. Vraegar made it first but Fynrael wasn’t as fast, his front hooves making it over, but his back legs dangled over the edge of the cliff. Below him was certain death. 

“Fyn,” Vaegar said, pulling him up to safety before he could slip further off the ledge. The slime had slowly slid down Fynrael’s back but managed to cling to him for long enough to survive. The three of them sat there for a good moment, panting as the millipede scuttled away.