It’s been two days.
The Pi’s wait anxiously, their backs leaning on the hard raggedy surface of the cave’s outlines. Beams of light stretched across the caves almost revealing One’s spot.
“I told you, there’s nothing here you nincompoop, ” an Even’s voice exclaimed, the voice resonating through the volumes of the cave.
“I..I… swear Y-y-y-our Ma-ma-jes-t-ty. I saw the Pi’s come through here, ” another Even responded, obviously with lower authority than the first one.
“The scent of Three is powerful here Your Majesty. Eighteen speaks the truth, ” a female Even said, defending Eighteen.
Partially hidden by a fat stalagmite but fully concealed thanks to the pitch darkness brought about by the cave, Three gripped his dagger, both a blush and frown stitching his face.
Then everyone died in an instant for no reason at all ( I have nothing more to add.)
RedefiningRandom 