Buried Alive. For A Bit.

Then he was falling. Clear, air. He breathed in a few gasps and gave a moment's thought to how he would survive. He didn't have to worry, as he hit yet another pile of sand and bounced, spun and basically fell a very long distance.

The pile was sloped though, and Fred came to a stop on his back, facing up. There was now a hole in the celing, letting in the moonlight. (Apparently the storm had dropped off quickly). Multiple mirrors were catching the light and bouncing it around pretty effectively.

Fred pushed himself to his knees and vomited up entire handfuls of sand. From the other side of the pile he heard Astra doing the same. Good, at least she was alive.
The knight pushed himself to his feet. Goodness, there was sand...down there. They'd have to get to water first. This itching might drive one mad!

Fred stumbled around the perimeter of the giant sand pile. He was lucid enough to recognize his mental facillities still weren't up to speed. But a blind man couldn't fail to notice this! There were in the middle of a chamber larger then the widest games arena. There were a few shelves on the far walls but mostly the floor was stacked haphazardly with the most treasure he had ever seen! Glowing, glittering items of all kind and when was he going to travel far enough to find Astra!
Aha! There she was, sitting against a golden statue of a minotaur, shaking sand out of her hair.

1. Fred collapses next to Astra. "Life is one damn thing after another." he says.
2. The golden minotaur reaches down and grabs Astra. (Poor minotaur!)
3. Fred and Astra are turned to gold for a thousand years. They awaken in a museum.

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