[Poggio]

Niaz awoke to the sound of the heart beat thundering against his head. It was a welcome sound to the silence he was normally accustomed to. The movement was not. His eyes scanned around the darkness before his head was bumped against the stone wall as the boy beneath him writhed in the darkness. There simply was not enough space for him to be panicking. He decided to do something about it before he hyperventilated to death. One hand groped around the darkness first pinching the flesh of the young boy beneath him before finding the hard surface of the roof. He shoved it open and they were instantly bathed in light.

Niaz grabbed the edge of the tomb pulling himself up and flopping over the edge with his long dark colored hair following behind him. He slowly stood up and loomed over the tomb and peered at the boy. His mind raced through the many languages that he knew, not sure which one would be most familiar to the boy. “Duis eiulatio commodo”