I The Pit
He came upon the child where the Pit opened up into the sky. It was a full moon tonight, brighter than the fires in the caverns. The child was watching the bats leave their nests and fly up into the night.
"You shouldn't stare for too long," he said. "You might start to think you can fly out too."
"You don't think I could?"
He gestured towards the bottom of the wall, where bones had gathered over the countless generations the Pit had served as a prison.
"Many have tried to climb out of here," he said. "They've all failed."
"That's because they've been doing it wrong," the child pointed up, near where the bats were streaming out. "See that ledge? That's what defeats them. Every single time one of us tries to escape, they stop at that ledge."
"It's a wide gap to the next ledge."
"Too wide, they think. The fear defeats them. So even if they jump, they fall."
"And I suppose you're the one who will make that jump."
The child shrugged. "When my legs are a bit longer."