TKC 118
Time has no meaning in an underground world. Without a sun
as guide, there is no measurement.
How long I walk, I cannot say, but my aching feet tell the
tale. As do the muscles in my thighs, for there are many stairs. Many. While
tunnels branch off, I am led ever upward by the sighs on the edge of hearing.
These infernal stairs seem eternal.
Eventually I am in what I can only describe as an antechamber.
It is a large and level space I enter, with a flagged floor and decorated
ceiling. The symbols carved into the rock above are all alien to me, however,
if amazing in their intricacy. I study them for a time, hoping for insight, but
there is nothing in the symbols even remotely familiar.
The bizarre rock glow is stronger here and it highlights the
imposing set of double doors directly opposite the tunnel I entered from. It
drew my attention immediately, of course, but I am wary of this entrance. This
is akin to the crossroads; it is a matter of choice. I hoped for insight in the
symbols …
Yes, my mind is a chaotic place right now.
I approach.
These doors lead to another world, a place of the others, of
times long passed. I no longer wish to enter, and yet I am also aware of my
duty. Inhaling and holding the breath, I reach out.
My hands begin to glow and heat rushes through me. My talents
are taking control. The feeling is more familiar now, and thus I do not panic. I
place a glowing hand on the right leaf … and push.
We may not enter here.
Watch yourself, my lady.
Glancing over my shoulder, I smile at the nothingness there,
knowing how populated the antechamber in fact is. “Thank you. Keep the faith.”
We await your return.
I enter the darkness beyond.
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