Before The Fall (origins)

Reunited

"Wake up, buddy."

Aw give me a few more seconds, mom...

"Magrathea..."

Mom?  Why's  your voice so...

Memories hit my head and sink in like glass shards digging into flesh.  The cavern went white, and there was a lot of flying and rescuing and...

"Krista?"  My voice is weak and raspy.  My eyelids open just a crack, enough to see a pale, worried face staring down at me with worry etched into her face.

"Don't forget me too, buddy."  Oh, and I'm still holding the stone.  My hand instinctively tightens on the crystal as more memories come flooding into the mixture of thoughts in my head.  The Jäger agents.  Cane zapping me, I remembered as my ankle suddenly flared in pain as if the thought itself was keeping me from feeling pain.

I prop myself up, as Krista leans back into a kneeling position on my left, one hand on my forehead, the other on my left hand.  With my right hand supporting me, I sit up and look around.

It's chaos.

The side of the room we're in is normal, made of beautifully carved stone bearing imagery of animals I have never seen before.  The part if the cavern that was suppose to lead to this room was completely gone.  And I mean gone.  It was only white left where the cavern once was.  Like a canvas before an artist started his work.  There was absolutely nothing there.

Something was shaking in my hand.  I looked down to see Krista's hand, trembling against mine.  Despite the complete absurdity of the situation, blood began to course through my veins towards my face.

"Don't get too excited, buddy.  We still need to navigate this shit."

I look towards the stone room.  At the other end of it is a circle if stone that's split into two along the diameter horizontally.  Looks like it would open to reveal the eye of some beast, which I do not doubt would happen considering the recent events of today.

Krista abruptly lets go of my hand, and starts towards the circle.  It stands a meter taller than her, and would admit even the slouching Asura if he stood straight.

Silently, her hand is sliding over the smooth stone, caressing it like looking for a crack in the material.  I just look on, transfixed as though the stone circle is commanding her to open it.  I could feel something as well, a force pulling me towards the circle.

It's a door.

That was my last thought before the circle shook and began to slide open like an eye, irising out afterwards.

"Krista, what did you..."

"Something is behind here, Magrathea.  It wants out."

She looks back at me and I see that her irises are sparkling blue, shining inhumanly bright.

Ah what the hell.  I have a serial killer for a best friend anyway.