The seeker opened their eyes, a barren white wasteland was all they saw. The seeker got back up for it was time to continue the journey, even if their legs hurt even if the biting wind felt as if it was gonna rip them apart. Step by step they gradually continued walking, humming a tune once sung by many but they are gone and the times of song are long done. A sudden sound lets the seeker freeze in shock for they havent heard another sound except their own in many years. Carefully it crouched down and slowly shifted towards the source of the sound. There was nothing, and yet the seeker felt as if they were looking a long lost friend into their eyes. The seeker began to dig in the white soil until suddenly they reached a dark bottomless pit. They couldn't believe their eyes for the havent seen anything that isnt coloured in a dead white for a very long time, the seeker was even more suprised when a small hand reached out from the hole. The seeker thought for a moment but decided to grab the hand and pull. Out of the hole came what looked like a child but it was strange, it didnt feel... "alive".
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The Seeker
Short StoryShort stories about the seeker, of the one who seeks the dark and the one who seeks the light.
