Holt Wraith | Minotaur x Reader

12: The Emotions, The Earth

You're walking around the cathedral, with the only sound being your ragged breathing and your footsteps echoing against the barren, grey stone walls.

The Sun and Moon tapestries that were once hanging above the dining hall table are now in shreds on the floor, soaking in red wine.

It looks like there was a party, with busted wine bottles scattered around on the table and wine dripping onto the floor.

There was a party, and you weren't invited. Or were you?

Or were you the party?

What odd questions, your mind chimes as you furrow your brows.

A tingling sensation erupts at your fingertips, and vines start encasing the cathedral, boarding up the windows, trapping you inside. You run to the front doors, but large vines break through the windows and block off the exit.

Then, you hear a soft creak as a door opens from behind, and when you spin around, you spot the door to the prayer room wide open, inviting you in. Hoping for an alternate escape from the cathedral, you hurry in, only to notice that the door to the Left Tower is wide open as well.

You don't want to go in there, so you turn around to leave. But then, the vines block you off once again, boarding up the doors to the dining hall, leaving the Left Tower as the only way to go.

So, with a deep breath, you head into the tower, and you make your way up the spiraling stairs. When you reach the top, you're greeted by that large, intricately designed tapestry.

Your brows furrow in confusion. When you look closer, you realize that your eyes on the tapestry aren't silver, but white. You figure the light of the sun must be tricking your vision.

Not only that, but the tapestry looks different in other ways, too. Like the Moon, She's dark crimson now.

And, instead of it depicting you with antlers and vines all around you, it shows you with dark bull horns and a black mist surrounding you, and Moonchild Gloria's soulless body is completely gone, but her star is still there.

But her star is dimmer.

Like she's dying.

The tapestry erupts with life. The cathedral in the background crumbles to the ground, and the door of the cellar pops open, and a dark brown stained journal flings out and lands in the grass before the cathedral completely crashes to the ground.

You squint, but you can't make out what the journal says on the front cover. Then, you gasp, backing away as screams bellow from the fabric and a strong wind causes the fabric to flutter.

As you back up, getting closer to the stairwell, you hear a female's voice call out to you. You fall back into darkness, with the unknown voice echoing from all around.

"A Night Beast and Half Beast bound by fate,
A monster they'll harbor, a monster they'll create."

The tapestry comes crashing down onto you, and everything turns black and freezing cold. Then, you emerge from a river, gasping for air as you claw your way up and out of the chilly water.

It's the dead of night, with the only light coming from the glowing moon.

Once you're out of the dark water, you take a look around, and your eyes land on the shadowed cathedral. You come to a slow stand, feeling as weak as a Warblelark, but you head up the side of the hill, ignoring the stiffness in your freezing limbs.