The Impossibilities of The Dark

Trust is Earned, Not Given

Kyra's POV:
I could see everything.

When you go so many days without light, and you see clearly again, it's as if you opened up a new world.

From the water dripping off the walls, coating it in a clear florescent shine. The cave that seemed endless in multiple directions with darkness leading into all of them. The cavern floor that was dotted with rocks, and...him.

His hair was gleaming black, and his chest was solid muscle. He had pants, but from leaves. It was put together nicely, and at the same time, anything on his body looked hot.

It could be enticement. I looked away from him, quickly. Nothing in this place was trustworthy.

And that was the moment when I realize he was touching me.

Even through my split second of surprise and happiness that I could see, I faked a frown and backed away from his hand that had been on my shoulder a moment before.

Then the vision that I had attained from him fell into nothing. I wanted nothing but for him to touch me again, to be able to see everything like I did before.

But as stubborn as I was, I would not accept defeat. He could still kill me.

He sighed, then started to walk away.

"Wait. Stop." I say after him.

His steps stop and I ask, "Who are you?"

I rephrase, "What are you?"

He says fluently, "In time. In order for me to trust you, you have to put some trust in me."

"Icel." He notes my confused look and says, "My name."

"Oh. Kyra."

I pause for a second, deep in thought, then say quietly, "Is there a way out?" I chose my words carefully so I wouldn't seem weak. You never want to seem weak in the face of a potential enemy.

"For me, yes."

"Why only you?"

"Because I am not human."

"Oh." It made sense though. The scratching on the cavern wall, the snout I awoke to. Then the sudden human that talked to me out of nowhere. A hot one, I might add. The hot ones are the most dangerous. And on top of that, he is in a hellhole with me where you can't trust anything.

So I'm trapped here, for eternity. And that slight sliver of hope I had, died.

Icel's POV:

I almost wished there was a way out for her. Her fear stricken, despair expression on her face almost made me feel empathetic. Even what I had seen so far from this human, humans can still fake their emotions. And she could be just like the rest of them. But, at the same time, she seemed different from the rest of them. I just couldn't put a finger on it.

The next couple days, I watched her. I saw her curl up in a ball to keep warm, and wake up either screaming or shaking.

She stood up to go and search for a way out, I presume. And the debris and small rocks clung to her arm and eventually fell off as she took a couple steps. She would wander around aimlessly, even though there was no hope. I admire her determination. If I was in her position, I probably would have already killed myself, before I died of dehydration or other causes.

I left, my scaled wings dragging along the cave bottom, leaving the human behind.

Kyra: There was no hope. No hope. There is always hope. I sat and debated in my head, the thoughts ricocheting off each end of my skull. I tried to find a solution, but there was none. I had covered my head in my rough hands while rocking back and forth, trying to make it stop. Even if I try to find a way out, somehow, there is little chances of surviving to find one. This place is still endless doom, and awaiting to take my life force.

How could one place literally drain you of your mental health, and kill you? I couldn't think of an answer of that one either.

Or why Icel had even come near me, and not kill me. When I had seen him, it had almost seemed like he was hesitant and curious at the same time. Or what his other form was...

I just wanted it to end. To end the darkness and pain. But I wouldn't give up.

This darkness may hold me here, but I won't let it consume me.

I kept myself awake, finding things to do in the dark. I count rocks...and that was basically all I could do. I chuckle at that. Hey, at least I wasn't dying. Or freaking out and hurting myself, I tend to do that. Not intentionally, but I am pretty clumsy. Tripping over air is my thing.

My head wandered, drifting off into space. I let it take me, off into sleep.

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