Grey Mist

"We have reached it," said Ragas, looking ahead with the shining eyes.

I looked too and saw nothing special other than a large area enveloped in thick grey mist. It is so dense that one couldn't see through it.

"You know, it would make me quite happy. If you provide some locations, in advance, seeing all the troubles I had suffered," I said, and he just looked at me, before turning to a thick grey mist.

"This place is not dangerous, but danger is always there," he said, in an unusually somber voice.

I looked at him for an explanation but didn't get any. Instead, a rope of mist was formed and wrapped across my arm.

"It will keep us together in the mist maze," he said. I nodded.

The rope is strong, but I have the confidence to break it, if I need to. Though, I don't think it would come to that.