Ran, Running, and Will Run By Maddiff Rel

A God's Blade

A warm light surrounds you. You don't feel as though you shouldn't be here. Actually, you feel like you need to be here.

Your hands shake unsteadily as you walk through the underground hallways. This place reminds you of all the places Josh brought you to when you were a kid. Remembering all those spooky places that put you on edge, all the places that gave you chills of excitement, and all the places that he took you to to just talk or have fun by throwing small, soft pebbles called mells at each other sends a small brush of nostalgia over your back.

I want to go back, but... your thoughts pause for a second while your heart begins to pump a little faster, Josh wouldn't allow it. He hates the flames as much as I do, but would it make sense to now? After all this?

You slash those thoughts out of your head quickly, knowing that you still have no idea where you were.

When you were falling, the heirloom necklace you took from the temple had a word on it: Enter. You had no idea what this meant until your body stopped moving downward and you landed your feet on something solid. You remember thinking something like "Ground!" or something like that. The blankness around you began to take shape, and now, here you are.

You use Accidental Flame for light for light because there are gaps between each torch lining the walls. The large underground opening that you are walking through leads upward, but it shows no sign of getting to the surface.

I need to get out of here...

"No, you don't!" a voice responds but seems like it is coming from way up the steep hallway.

What?

"Come here! Now!" the voice says.

A thought that was impossible to avoid started to invade your head:

Mom?

You aren't sure yet, but this voice has every single bit of detail as your mother's. It sounds nothing like hers (actually, it was quite masculine), but you can feel it. Once you hear it, blood starts rushing through your gains as if on fire. It was like a daughters intuition but with more focus. You know it is her.

Clack, clack, clack. Your boots hit the floor in rhythm with your flaming heartbeat. You want to see her! It has been many, many moons, and you can't wait!

But, with your mind, this is another thought that's impossible to avoid, what if it's not?

Just after that thought, your sprint comes to a jolting halt as you trip on an uneven part of the cave floor, but you show no impression of pain as you you lift yourself off the ground. The thought rings loud in your ears like you can't control the thought's volume.

Didn't she die? you reason, No, that can't be her. She's dead, just like everyone else. I accepted the fact a long time ago. She died with the flames...