The house is full of water, from floor to ceiling.
There's a dark creature trying to capture the two people trapped inside the walls.
There's one way to escape.
One way, and one escapee.
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The Trade
When I reach the fissure,
there is a long, pale, and bony
hand poking out of it.
It's alright, Kifu.
You can trust me.
There's something compelling me to take the hand,
and I don't have time to deliberate
because the force is much stronger than me.
Before I can blink, I'm pulled through the gap
and a palace of blue corals sits on the other side.
Small fish dart in and out of caryatids on facade,
and bottom-dwellers swish lazily about the sand.
I never get to see the face of the hand,
or the voice attached to it.
It's always behind me, pushing me.
Every time that the figure nearly catches up,
it turns its face, which is already covered
with an ominous black veil.
It never speaks outright,
only using my thoughts to voice its own.,
and it sounds like my own voice, only throatier.
Before I know it,
a parchment sits in front of me,
a thin spiral shell rests in my hand,
and my name appears in a loopy script.
Wonderful, Your Excellency.
You'll notice a tingling in your tail.
Soon, your wish will be fulfilled.
There is also one perk that eluded me earlier.
You can abandon this abysmal place now, that is,
if you can find a Legbearer to take your place.
The voice places emphasis on "abysmal,"
as if it knows where I come from
and my disdain for the trench.
That is when I know I've signed myself up
for something much more sinister than I could ever know.
Okay. Well, this is a bit based on the one Tweeter109 wrote. They both use legbeareres, which I really like. I feel like all of us could band together and create the coolest fantasy underwater world with this. It's so cool.
