It doesn't take long for you to reach the entrance to the second level.
With nothing but the torch as your source of light, sword 🗡 firmly gripped in hand, you begin to make your way through a tunnel
Let's get this over with...
The sword feels heavy on your hand already. And no wonder, it’s been seven years since you last trained with one.
Why am I even doing this??
Why am I even doing this?? There is no reason for me to go along with this...
Against all predictions you decide to go forward and venture into the second level.
After all, you did make a promise.
After all, you did make a promise. Maybe that's important?
The sound of your feet 🦶 against the gravel echos loudly on the walls and ceiling.
Suddenly you slip!
Your hands instinctively stretch towards the ground to break the fall.
Pointy stone fragments puncture the palm of your hands and elbow; mixing blood and fine dust to create a thin layer of dirt on top of your wounds.
It burns 🥵 Just like when you were eight years old and fell while playing next to the river bed.
Your fingers got caught between the sword handle and the floor, causing the skin under your fingernails to throb.
Like a trained reflex, you curse your bad luck and begin to feel sorry for yourself.
Like a trained reflex, you curse your bad luck and begin to feel sorry for yourself. And then it hits you...
You don’t get up right away. A sudden realization causes your senses to overwhelm. This silly accident felt like a tragedy to you.
Your mind now wanders back in time, taking you back to the training camp days from when you were but eight years old
You begin to shuffle through the memories, as if guided by a outside force. You remember the stories they use to tell the kids at training camp.
Tales meant to scare you. An image of your friend crying 😢 and literally calling for his mom, comes into your head.
What did you felt back then? Did you empathize with him? or did you think he was being a little bitch?
You really can’t remember.
But you realize that those stories they told around the campfire never scared you.
Even though it turn out not to be real, when the counselors said that one of the camp tests involved putting a burning hot knife to your hand 🖐...
You were excited about it. Not because you were looking forward to the pain, but because you knew that it was only a game.
You used to be fearless.
You used to be fearless. Never thought that others could be anything but your friend...
Always up for something new. Everything excited you. 😆
but now....sigh... whatever happened to you?
but now....sigh... whatever happened to you? You became bitter...weak... pessimistic and to top it all up:
but now....sigh... whatever happened to you? You became bitter...weak... pessimistic and to top it all up: You became entitled...
As if the world was indebted to your existence.
suddenly the memories began to feel more real. The musty cave smell had wained down.
the air became less humid and the camp fire seemed to lose it’s intensity. A loud crackling of wood snapped him into reality.
in front of him was now a fire place made of stone. The dark forest 🌳 had morphed into wood log walls.
Did the gravity change?! it seems your legs can barely hold you...
You reach down and grab them.
You reach down and grab them. They are all bones...
You reach down and grab them. They are all bones... And so are your hands.
Your eyes suddenly catch your face reflected on a copper wine pitcher.
You gasp and bring your hands to your head.
You gasp and bring your hands to your head. Your fingers frantically searching for where hair used to be a merely two minutes ago!
A shiver makes it's way from your cheek to your finger before making waving back to your neck and dissipating inside of your skull
I am old...