Alex crawled as far as he could until his hand struck something. He yelped. By Jove! What is this thing? Looking down, he could see nothing in the darkness. He kept his hand on it a moment later. It felt like metal, cold but rough under his fingers.
Sighing, he pulled off the backpack he'd had the foresight to bring, rummaging through it for the torch he always carried with him on mountain climbing or camping expeditions. He found it after a few minutes of scrabbling about in the back and pulled it out.
Flipping it on, he took a good look at what his hand had struck. It was a lever of sorts and in the back of the cave, just feet away, were two more levers.
Alex stared at them in amazement. "What in the blazes are these doing in here?" He whispered.
His curiosity got the better of him, and he pulled the lever back. You shouldn’t play with things you don’t understand. His mother’s voice from childhood slipped through his mind for a fleeting moment. But he ignored the words. He had a high sense that something strange was going on. You didn’t just find strange levers and contraptions in the middle of nowhere in a cave. And these things looked like they were all rusty as though they’d been sitting here for decades, maybe millennia. Certainly not something new.
Sliding his backpack back onto his shoulders, he flipped the rest of the levers too. The world began to spin then and he felt something shift. There was a dazzling flash of light and Alex blacked out.
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When he woke, a pair of green eyes were staring down at him.
He started, trying to scramble back, but hands held him in place. The piercing green eyes continued to scrutinize him. He felt his breath coming in ragged gasps as his pulse accelerated. Where was he? He had been in a cave in Tunisia just five minutes ago. Not even five. Or had it been longer since he had been… Been what?
It flashed into his mind again. The brilliant, eye-searing light and then the blissful darkness had enveloped him. He looked around cautiously to see where he was.
He was in a circle of women dressed in short green dresses. The woman in front of him was wearing a slightly longer dress and some sort of crown, so Alex guessed she must be the leader.
Craning his neck, he saw that the hands holding him belonged to two other women.
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Foretold
FantasyWhen Alex stumbles into another dimension, he loses the perfect life he'd built back home. To make it worse, he falls into the middle of a meeting between a bunch of men-hating women. Fortunately for him, a young prophetess intervenes. When she's do...
