Things Lost and Found (a Waglington and Mianite fanfiction)

Chapter 52

The song of the day is "Demons" by Imagine Dragons. I found this song months ago, and I just couldn't help myself. I had to use it for crazy Sonja. :)

Also, it was most definitely the number 50 that was freaking me out, because this was actually quite fun to write. You know I'm having fun when I end up with a 3,600+ word chapter, or when I end up having to split a chapter into 2 or 3 separate pieces. Actually, I've had a lot of fun writing most of this book. I've halfheartedly started two other books in the past (originals), but I never made it to double digits in either of them. :P (They will never see the light of day.) This one I'm going to see through to the end, however many chapters away that may be. I'm pretty sure we'll at least hit 70, maybe even 77 if I'm lucky...

Okay, enough teasing. Bring on the feelz! (You have been warned...)

*Sonja's POV*

I kicked the last head crab across the corridor where it was zapped by one of the runes embedded in the floor. Seriously, who told these hermit crabs that it was alright to grow this big and start living in helmets? I shot it with one of my entropy arrows before it could recover. Satisfied that it was dead, I retrieved my arrow. What? Those things are expensive. Stepping over the booby trapped rune, I continued down the long passage. I swung my ichorium pickaxe at a few spawners and knowledge fragments as I passed them. They weren't what I was really here for.

This had to have been the tenth maze I'd gone through in the Outer Lands, but I'd only found hints, the occasional discarded journal, or rare writing on one of the passage walls. The first time I'd found one such journal, I'd thought I'd finally lost it. The writing, where it wasn't insane rambling, had speculated that the Outer Lands weren't truly their own dimension, but a place between worlds, a place that was accessible from other worlds (based on the fact that this wasn't the Eldritch guardians' home dimension after all). It also speculated that this place was more of a mental construct than a physical one. The point that no one in the writings—or my thaumonomicon—agreed on was whose mind it was linked to. Other parts of the journals went way over my head. I had debated showing them to Sparklez; he'd probably understand the metaphysics the author went into. I'd decided against it though. They didn't know thaumcraft well enough to understand what I'd tell them, and they already believed I was crazy. Hell, if I were sane, I probably wouldn't follow my line of reasoning either. Who would believe me if I told them I may have found a way home?

A way home...I sighed as I continued walking. The others had given up on finding a way back. I hated seeing that resignation in everyone's eyes. They tried so hard to hide that they weren't happy in Ruxomar. Jordan and Tucker were easy to read. They had been excited to explore the new world at first, just like I had been. Tucker's eyes seemed to be filled with only worry and frustration ever since this world's Mianite showed up. The sparkle had faded from Jordan's eyes after Andor left and Ianite died. Tom seemed to be the most well adjusted of the bunch; for all I knew, he didn't want to go back.

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, I accidentally strayed too close to a rune, and it zapped me. What does he even have to go back to? He killed his god, an all too familiar voice asked in my head.

Great. The voices are back. How you been, guys? I asked grudgingly. I had enjoyed not sharing my brain for a day or two. Lovely thing about these runes, aside from smarting, I'd discovered they made the side effects of my forbidden knowledge worse—including but not limited to my hearing voices.

Hey there!

We never left in the first place. There just wasn't anything to say.

What's up Foxx fam! We're back for another day in Mianite!