After some time I woke up with shock. I had fallen down. There I laid on the ground, under the village. It was a deep hole since there was no water in it anymore. I was wondering about how i hadn't broken any bones.. I wasn't hurt a bit. Not in pain at least. There was a scar on my lower arm. Blue glowing out of my flesh into my face. I was worried about it first but it didn't hurt at all so i focused on something else. Where was I? I explored myself through the dark with only my scar as light. I came upon a wide old wooden door. There has been light behind the door, just as blue and glowing as that horrific scar of mine. Was I dreaming? I couldn't know so i just entered it. Behind that door i found a cave. Glowing crystals were all over the walls and growing out of the floor. A lot of them had blood over them. Maybe i was already in that cafe and had sliced my arm open on them i thought to myself. But i couldn't near myself to any of them of fear of cutting myself once again. After a five minute walk through the cave there were no crystals in sight. I stood in front of a corridor. I went into the first door i could find. And on the floor there stood a statue of a green and blue sea creature. An octopus mixed with something human yet unfamiliar. The room looked like a normal older working room bookshelves, carpet even a small bar. Though there was no table or any kind of chair. I went out. Sounded like a pigs squeal what i heard throughout the corridor. Closer and closer. Marching near me. I hid in the corner. A majestic creature of a wild pig mixed with a human stomped across the corridor holding a small frightened child on a chain. It pulled the little boy into a secret room which I couldn't even realize was there. It was behind a big wall carpet with.. the same octopus creature on it. I wouldn't even have touched it. Some thing about it made me lose a part of my sanity. I couldn't quite understand it. As if it was moving. A movie on a carpet. A bunch of hangers hand black and red robes on them. I couldn't read what it said on it. It was mixed letters from different languages. I ignored it and grabbed one to put on. A loud gong went off. After time to time similar dressed members walked all into the same room so I joined them. It was a cult. I just played along maybe i could find the exit at some point and just forget everything. In secret i prayed to myself before anything happened in there. Everyone sat on the floor. In exact position. I found just the right spot not to get acknowledged but one member ran in and suddenly everyone knew one didn't belong here. We waited. A member with a purple rope stood in front of us. As if he had done a magic trick he just appeared. Everyone stood up, laid their hand on their heart and sat back down. I played all along. The leader pulled his scar out. It wasn't blue like everyone else's, it was green. Green as that creature. How did I get here? Was I.. chosen???! Do I have to stay here forever?! The leader started talking suddenly i could understand him. I knew it wasn't what ever ever heard before. He asked me to stand up. I was part of them now. The bowed down. Even the leader. I sat back down and he continued to talk. Leading me into the world of that creature. 2 stood up and came back stomping in with the statue. Master of the oceans. They told me to cut my hand open and lay it into its mouth. And pray. I pulled my ha d back out. Healed. With a new scar. A burned mark. A cleaver. What did have anything to do with this octopus? I sat back down. If god wanted me we wouldn't have led me here. This is my god now. "We have to spread within the upper world." He said and everyone shook. Except for me. That was my job now. Get people to join. Bring them to the well i fell in and push them down here. Thats my purpose now. There was no lord. I've wasted my life on a lie. Made up by capitalists. The fire from which the burnt me lightened up on my hand. I was so mad I've found the truth. All my money, all my hope, my dreams my time and belief wasted. 45 years wasted..
I walked up to a long big staircase. The exit, that i had no use of anymore. They told me to hide my scars. But how can people believe me if I do and what would happen if I didn't. I walked up. Half an hour walking up stairs. I arrived at the top. On my quest. It began. The next days were dark, gloomy, wet and cold. Perfect to lead the normals into the well. One Monday, one Tuesday. Everyday for the past month. Until i realized nothing was real. The well filled of corpses. Just a single person could fit in. Ive lost sanity and have been strangling people and throwing them into a deep dried out well for months. What if someone find out. I felt anxious, paranoid even. Watched. I couldn't take it. I had to end it. I ended myself with a cleaver.
