To Walk

Missing

          Heya, my awesome readers!

          I've been kinda absent lately...huh? So sorry about that. There are some...new life problems that have come up, moving without a house to live in is one of them.

          I've been eagerly awaiting the day I'd get to write more of this. Though those days may be few and far between, I will promise you this... 

          ...I WILL finish this book. I've seen many an author go into a hard time and just leave their book unfinished along with many saddened readers. Personally, I HATE it when that happens (I don't hate the author, lol just the fact that the book's unfinished). So, I will promise you that EVERY book I put up on this site WILL, one day, be finished.

          I hope this reassures you all!

          Enjoy.

RECAP

HIS POV

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         I made my way to the center of my room. It was a mere eleven by eleven blocks and only seven blocks high, but it suited my needs. The room was bare and dark, with the exception of destroyed furniture and fallen stone from the ceiling. I know not who used to rest here, and neither did I care. Not a single torch lit the room with its cheery yellow glow. I did not need the light. However, my opponents usually did.

          I stopped in the middle of the room and faced the large, three-block-high iron doors I had entered through. I felt myself begin to drift and I succumbed to the pull, allowing myself to fall into unconsciousness. My head drooped, but my eyes, though they dimmed, did not close.

          I gave one last sigh before falling asleep.

          Hopefully, that nightmare would not return.

HIS POV

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          I awoke from my slumber, refreshed and full of energy. My eyes brightened from their dimmed state and I rolled my neck, stretching my limbs slightly. 

          The nightmare had not visited me this time.

          It was good that it hadn't. I had been dangerously low on power and had anyone found me in my weakened state, I would not have lasted long in the fight that would have doubtlessly ensued. Still feeling relaxed, I let my gaze drift about the room I slept in. Old, scorched wooden tables and chairs were overturned, some of the heavy oak tables had even been broken in half. Rusty little spikes were spread about the room, undoubtedly used to keep maps pinned in place. Half-burned parchment littered the floor, many with markings in an ancient language. I had surmised they were maps when I first awoke in this very chamber. 

          I had, indeed, awoken here, without a single memory of my past, how I had gotten there. 

          Though I had just slept, I allowed myself to drift into the memory, still staring hard at one of the dusty maps.

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          It was dark, darker than any cavern.