Spiral Skys | RQ Fanfiction |

{Chapter One}

Sabre strolled down the dark oak grassland looking for a near by lake he had saw on a map at a village.
He paused for a moment, hearing quiet footsteps below him.
He thought there was a mineshaft down there so he made the mistake of mining down straight down. After only breaking one block, he fell into a dark room, with stone floors and walls, and a literal coffin in the center. Sabre groaned in frustration, before standing up and dusting himself off. His hands shaking, he looked up at the top which had large hole in it. He sighed softly before looking at coffin. After awhile, he decided to walk closer to the coffin out of curiosity. His eyes widen as he saw a familiar language written along the sides. Latin?.. He thought to himself, coughing from the dust falling from the ceiling. This room looks so old, but, what's inside this thing?.. Sabre didn't want to open it,
but at the same time he did. And he ended up choosing the stupidest decision of his life.
       
                    He opened it.

He looked into the coffin, to see nothing. He sighed in both relief and disappointment, turning his back to the coffin, about to build up out of the hole. But, he was suddenly grabbed from behind, seemingly rotting hands grabbed onto his shoulders and wrists, 2 other pairs came out and went over his eyes and mouth, pulling him inside the coffin. Yet, it wasn't really a coffin.
A portal to a new world that would come close to breaking Sabre.
Mentally and physically.
Sabre felt it's nails digging into his shoulder, being oddly gentle with the rest. His muffled screams began to fade into silence as a sudden calmness came over him. He felt the hands let go, and the eventually drifting away. His breathing no longer quick and panicked. He felt like he was going to fall asleep. Heaviness weighing over his eyes, forcing him to close them.
There was nothing to see anyways,
it was pitch black.
It was so quiet he could hear his own heart beat, his slow and quiet heart beat. He was falling asleep to it,
though his mind was indeed racing, voices spoke over them.
Familiar voices.. Family members and old close friends...
They were telling him to sleep.
To rest, and that he needed it.
His body was becoming slightly stiff from the lack of movement.
He listened to the voices.
He fell asleep.

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