Warning: Blood and gore        The rest of the day went by as normally as any other day should; the sand in the Hourglass flowed smoothly, almost all of it at the bottom now, indicating near nighttime; Stones bustled about in the corridors, up and down spiral staircases and in and out of rooms to prepare the Royal family their dinner; Ian was in his room, staring out of his window which showed a view of his kingdom.         Stalagmites rose from the stone ground covering his world, chipped and chiseled to resemble homes, littering the ground. Their windows winked at Ian, their prince. Rivers flowed between the houses like bright blue glittering ribbons, loosely tying them together. Ian stared, mind drifting someplace else, as shadows shifted from behind the windows. Families are getting ready for dinner.        Dinner.        Ian looked up towards the high ceiling of the vast cave...