The Abyss:

Be submerged into nothing. (Conceptual Short Story for a novel)

The wheel wagon groaned wearily as it traveled along the bumpy trail. The crickets crooned to the sight of the half moon prodding through the leaves of the trees that lined their path. The horses were blinded, but they were accustomed to the travel and knew the way with their instinctual omniscience. Their noses huffed and puffed the chilled winds blowing through – everything.

Ekbert and I were seated in the well of the wagon they towed. We only had the company of the two ravens driving it forward with the occasional whip of the reins. Men with masks that resembled the faces of the black bird itself. They weren’t good company either. They usually left us to go pick up the next poor bastards as we finished.

The pit’s were a good distance away from the city walls. They ran along a large hamlet that had been abandoned when the plague ripped through the surrounding lands. So it was a long trip with a company of silence.

I looked at Ekbert as we rumbled along. Even with the brown burlap wrap …