Stepping through the portal Aaralon found himself in total darkness, unable to see even an inch in front of his face, the sound of water echoeing in the distance. "Hello...?" He whispered nervously, and flinched when his voice echoed back again and again, fading into the distance. By the sound of it he realised he was in a cavern, probably underground. Far, far underground, with no clothes, no light, no water and no food.
Panic threatened to overwhelm the young mage for a second, until he remember that all he had to do was step back through the portal and into the accademy. Smiling he stepped back. And felt his back hit a cold wet wall. "Oh God's!" He sobbed, kneeling in the darkness, crying, with the realisation that he was trapped wherever Memp had sent him. He felt a brief surge of hope as he cast a spell for light, but nothing happened at all. No surge of magic ansewered his summons. Clearly either this area was Magic Dead, or Memp had somehow restricted his use of magic for some reason. Why would he do this to him? Hadn't he been a willing sex slave for the older man? Had he displeased the master? Or perhaps Memp always did away with his lovers, it would explain the lack of stories of his urges!
Just as he began to cry louder he heard something in the distance. A sound of something scraping on rock. Moving this way! He tried to stop his whimpering and listen, hearing whatever it was moving closer and closer in the darkness.
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