The Elements

The Dark Room

Vivenne's POV

I woke up very very weirdly. Something definately felt off. I looked around and i was right. Everything was reddish orange. I felt energized. And i was definately supposed to be dead.. So am i in hell?

I saw a black blob far off somewhere to my right so i decided i was going to swim or, rather flobble to it.

You know what was so typical? That it was a door. Of COURSE it was a door. How typical.

I opened it with ease. And i was very surprised because in theory you can't open a door that easily if the pressure on both sides of the door is different but then again, I'm breathing inside a volcano, and theres definately logic in that, isn't there?

It was pitch black and i had an uneasy feeling. I felt pure evil somewhere. I was definately not ready for this. I was afraid. Very afraid. It made me want to curl up under my blanket like it was an invincability cloak or cape that Batman or Superman has.

"Oh hello. I haven't had a visitor in a very long time."

The deep voice rang around the room and it made me frightened out of my skin. I would've rather suicided than give this - it - a response.

I opened my mouth but no words came out. But then again, even if i could find my voice, what was i to say? Oh hello. Cozy place you've got here. Would you just so happen to be in the mood for a cup of tea?

"People like you don't come around very often you know. Only the people who have the will and spirit to continue to live and are on the brick of death come to visit this place. Actually, that criteria is just for upstairs, outside of the volcano. Mostly people who are already dead pass by here. Haven't had a survivor in a while."

On the brick of death? Already dead? Wouldn't that mean i already was close to death once, and i was currently dead?

"Please, do take a seat. Here is a cup. Summon anything you wish with just your thoughts."

I could feel a chair springing up under me. It felt like wood.

And in my hands i could feel a cup - the cup he had talked about. What had he said? Summon anything you wish with just your thoughts.

Mind you, i was still afraid out of my mind. I was not in a state where i could think properly. I tried thinking - and something appeared in my cup.

Of course i couldn't actually see it appearing in my cup, as the room was still pitch black.

I felt the cup become heavy, and that's how i knew.

"i see you have summoned something in your cup. Go on - drink it. I do wish for you to speak - i haven't spoken to anyone for hundreds of years."

How did i know to trust him? I didn't. But i feared for my life, so i started to bring the cup to my lips to drink.

Of course, it could have been poison, and i would have been brave enough to ask if it was(because this -it -seems friendly enough- I'm sure he wouldn't want to kill me just before he even had a conversation with me, since he seems to want me to talk) , but again, my voice was gone. I was dehydrated. And i needed a drink VERY badly.

I hoped it wasn't poison and drank up. It felt very strange indeed. I had a metallic taste in my mouth.

And then all at once, my throat felt heavy but strong. I tried to mutter a few simple words (because i was afraid my throat was so fragile strong words might make it break) like a simple "yolo" or a "bob", and gladly, i found that i could speak once more.

"Please, uh.. Sir. Could you... Kindly turn on the lights? I am... Scared" he wanted me to talk anyways. If i was going to try to stay alive, (and on his good side) i might as well start a conversation. But first, i had to see who he was.

"Ah, i haven't had the need to turn them on for a while," he chuckled and continued, "but as my guest, i will do so"

He clapped his hands twice, and my eyes squinted against the light.