As she looked around the oddly shaped chamber she involuntarily shivered. The cause was not the dampness of the shift under her clothes, but the feeling of unseen danger that clung to the cold and smooth walls of the irregular chamber.
She watched with trepidation as Paul dashed into the steeply sloping way. Only half way to the first place of safety he had pointed out, an ominous noise drew her attention to the upper part of the chamber, where a huge log, that filled the entire width of the room, thundered towards the unprotected man. The scream that formed on her lips never was voiced, for fear of distracting the endangered figure, and she breathed a sigh of relief, when he made it into the recess barely inches before the beam rolled by.
Yet Paul did not rest there, and Ainea soon saw the reason, as the bottom of the shelter rose up to make it unsuitable for further protection. Paul was already wildly dashing for the next point of safety, as another log bore down on him. He threw himself headlong into the shelter barely ahead of the murderous missile.
Ainea audibly let out the breath she had held.
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