Hey, sorry for leaving you hanging! No, I didn't do it to build suspense. :D
I actually took a trip to my grandparents house, which is remarkably computerless. So, sorry again.
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The Dark King
After breakfast the next day, Jarz, Szifa, and Haas set off in search of the cave where Jarz and Szifa had woken up.
Using the markers they had left before, they managed to find the cave after several hours of searching.
Haas began walking faster as soon as the cave came into sight, but stopped just before entrance.
Haas touched the walls wistfully, as if remembering a long lost memory, then turned to Jarz and Szifa. “Come, let us go farther in.”
They went to the end of the tunnel, and stopped before the strange, fluctuating wall at the back of the cave. “Well, now what do we do?” asked Szifa.
There was a short, eerie silence after Szifa spoke, and then Haas spoke three words in a strange, lilting language.
A slight tremor went through the rock, and a miniature picture of a mountain materialized on the wall, surrounded by mist and swirling colors.
“What...?” Jarz said, startled. It was the mountain crater they had fallen into, back in their own country.
Haas smiled sadly. “Here, my friends, is your way home. Do not ask me how I did it. I am not sure myself.” He pointed at the picture. “Walk through it, and you will find yourself home again.”
Szifa walked hesitatingly towards the picture, and stuck his hand into it. Shock registered on Szifa's face as his hand disappeared right into the wall.
Slowly, his body followed his hand, and Szifa appeared in the picture.
Jarz followed him slowly, forcing himself to go through the wall. A tingling sensation spread throughout his body, and he saw every color at once in a burst of light.
Then he was through, and baking in the hot summer sun.
Jarz turned back to the crater and saw a glowing, mysterious image of Haas's lonely figure, his hand raised in farewell.
The image slowly faded, giving a short glow to the darkness of the pit, and then blackness engulfed it.
“Farewell, my friend.” Jarz whispered. "Farewell."
He and Szifa turned and started back down the mountain, leaving the darkness of the pit to the brighness of the day.