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Chapter 7 - A Step Into Darkness

Hey ya'll,

          I wrote this a long time ago so I don't know where it is in terms of grammar, spelling, or even whether it's good or not. but here it is nonetheless. lol. enjoy :)

-Writerbird

         Enrehes’ vision was cut short as he walked from the dimly lit entrance to a room of complete and utter darkness, in which he could see nothing at all. The change had alerted all his senses and he was tense and ready for anything. He listened. He could hear the old mans breathing, somewhere to his right, the sound of his own breathing and heart beat but no other sounds were audible. Enrehe sneezed. There was a smell down in the hole that tickled his nose.

         Suddenly a gust of wind blew across his face. He thought this odd, sense he was facing into the tunnel. The air should have blown from behind him, from the opening, and not from the still air of the cave. He sneezed again and his sneezing sounded like a half ton explosion of black powder in the still darkness. Both he and the old man stood where they were for a while, neither making movements nor speech.

         They both received uncanny feelings from the darkness. It felt like it never moved. It just sat there and did not mix and mingle any more than if you shined a light on a shadow. It was as if a certain patch of darkness was different from another patch of darkness a little ways away and loathed to feel the others presents. This affect made one also feel a loathing to go on and mingle with an alien darkness that could be deceptive and evil while this one was good and enjoyable. If he went on he would not know what he would find in the strange new darkness. Then again, he could be in the evil and deceptive darkness while the better is out there.

         He looked around. He could not see the old man. He touched the palm of his hand upon the tip of his nose and his hand was as non-seeable as a spirit. In fact a spirit was the word he would use to think of the old man. By all accounts and reasoning he knew the old man was there but there was no way of seeing him. Though he could not see him he knew, or hoped he knew, that the old man was there, but then a thought came into his mind.

         ‘What if the old man was lying? What if he wasn’t going after his sister to save her but to have her for himself and only brought me down here to trap me or maybe even kill me?’ Despite this thought he did not break the silence with yelling, talking or whispering to the old man. It was as if the silence itself was its own life force and would avenge on the breakers of it.

         Suddenly Enrehe could take it no more. He had to attempt a very horse whisper to the old man, but he felt very frightened and could not do it. All these things I have been talking about are things that you at home would never think or worry about until you are in this situation. To Enrehe they were very real and the ideas of evil darkness and a silence that avenged breakers of its realm of void energy pressed heavily upon his mind. Suddenly he heard the old man speak. The sound had startled him and almost hurt his ear with the force and intensity of it, but the old man could only have been whispering in his ear.

         “We must keep moving and find your sister,” said he in a very low whisper. “We should place our hands upon the wall and use the other to hold onto the other person. That way we will know if the tunnel splits or widens and we will know where each other is and we’ll not be separated.” Enrehe was relieved that his fears of the old man leaving him behind were abolished and thought his idea a good one. He place his arm upon the old mans shoulder; the old man did likewise, and Enrehe extended his arm out to the wall. It was cold and damp. He felt a worm slime its way across his hand and knew there must be other, more disgusting, things in the dirt.

         As he felt across the earth he perceived that the dirt had its own living force as well as the silence and darkness. It was a wall of vigor, filled with bugs and decaying matter and knowledge that there were trespassers. Someone at sometime, it thought, had carved out of me this abomination and I will have my revenge upon them. Enrehe hoped the dirt knew it was not him who had made it, he was just using it.