Dersonan -vicious and highly venomous creatures. Although incredible in size, they stalk thier prey with a silent vigulence. When and if a Dersonsan decides to attack there is almsot no chance of suvival. Not only do they have massive claws that can bore through stone itself, the tips of thier claws and fangs have a deadly poison.
Pleasantfield Mountains, many believe, are beautiful pastures and scenic mountains, but the name is entirely counterintuitive to anyone who has been there. The mountains are sharp and jagged cliffs with few if any perches for animals. Not that animals would choose to live there if perches existed. The valleys are deep chasms from which almost none have returned. Some say they aren't as much mountains as large chunks of rock the earth despised and spit out between sulfurous underground catacombs of death.
Penelope inched by the front of the cave slowly, there was movement inside. She suspected there was always movement inside. Her mind reeled with thoughts that went by so fast she couldn't even be sure what they were. Flashes of emotion so powerful that she could barely bring herself to put one foot in front of the other. She had been here. She knew she had been inside that very cave, but she couldn't bring anymore than snipits of it to her conscious mind. Perhaps it had been too painful, perhaps it had been too pleasant, perhaps she feared that if she got any nearer it would all happen again. Just the way it had then, only without the back up of armed soldiers. Penelope's curiosity ate away at her. She wanted to step inside. To look at the place where she had lain, died, and been revived. She wanted to see if the stone walls looked the same as they had that night, if the visions in her mind that haunted her thoughts now were perhaps nothing more than a painting on the wall. Not being able to step any closer, she turned and walked away. . . There would be other chances, she told herself. As a fear she had never recognized before seized on conscious thought. An idle pondering, perhaps an explanation to take away the lasting pain. Maybe she didn't want to look because she was afraid she'd see herself still laying peacefully in a calm relaxed state of near death. Perhaps she, as she had come to know herself, wasn't real. Although it would take away some pain it made others worse. What if she had to live through it all again? It was hard enough once. Twice would be unbearable.
