He awakened, surrounded by darkness. His head throbbed with pain, a constant pounding, like the rhythm of a drum as it beats time for an approaching army. He had fallen. He didn’t know how far, but, judging by the distance of the closest source of light, he had fallen a hundred feet or more.
The cavern was cold, dark and clammy. He could hear a steady drip coming from the nearest wall. He struggled to his feet and stumbled through the darkness to the sound. He put his hand out to touch the wall. It was icy cold. Water was slowly making its way down the sharp and jagged rock, splashing against a plateau just in front of him. He could feel the water forming a pool and then cascading off the plateau to the ground below. It trailed underneath the rock wall a few feet away and disappeared into unknown depths beyond.
He was in pain. He had no broken bones that he knew of. The only real pain was the constant pounding of his head, as if he had landed on it.
Suddenly he felt a cool breeze coming from behind him. A slight draft that softly pushed its way into the cavern. He turned to look in the direction of source of the breeze. Even after giving his eyes a chance to adjust, he still could not make out more than shadows surrounding him. The draft continued to softly push against his face. He walked forward, groping the wall as he continued, until he had found a small opening at the far end of the cave.
The opening was large enough for a child to walk through, but too small for an adult. He dropped to his hands and knees and begin to crawl through the opening. The floor was damp and cold much like the rest of the cave. He continued for what seemed like an hour through the crawl space, hoping to find where the draft came from…