The imps' callings had slowly subsided. Röl could breathe out. He knew the lava filled dungeons would be harder but it was annoying how many times he had to run from something. He thought it would be hard in a puzzle way. How naive he realised he was then. Now he felt prepared. He had seen the dungeon now. A lot of it at least. He was prepared for the dangers. He was really thankful for the map now. He almost hadn’t taken it. He almost had gone in without one. He got a cold feeling along his back when he thought back to it and he would never again hesitate when it came to borrowing a map again.
He soon came to a bridge. It wasn’t just any bridge. It was the bridge many had spoken about but fewer had ever dared to cross. Even now as he was standing at the edge of the bridge he could see it sway slowly far above the hot lava underneath it. He couldn’t see the end of the bridge. The heat was distorting it. He knew there must be an end to it but it was hard to believe as he watched it. He knew he needed to cross it. He needed to make it across the bridge and he needed to make it across in one go. If he stopped at any point he was sure he would freeze.
Charlie the Inconvenience was holding onto his mane like usual. But he was awake now. Normally the pygmy drake would lazily bob around. But Röl could feel the way he dug his claws into his back that the drake knew what he was planning on doing. He wasn’t entirely sure why the drake was worried. He could fly. If it came to it that the bridge fell the drake would be fine. But it was on its toes. Röl took a deep, hot breath as he stood by the bridge. He needed to do this. For himself. This would prove something to him that he needed proving. He took the first steps on the ragged bridge. It squeaked but held on well. Röl breathed out. He kept his breaths long and slow to help calm himself. Charlie didn’t bother bobbing around in the air. He sat still on Röls' back as they slowly and steadily made their way across the bridge. Occasionally there would be planks gone, but Röl made sure to keep his head up and looking forward. His gaze never fell down towards the lava. That was crucial. He didn’t look at the frayed cables he passed. If he didn’t pay them any attention he felt as if they would randomly snap when he walked past them. He just kept his eyes forward and took one step at a time, trying to put as little weight on each plank as he possibly could.

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