Chapter Two
If the creature made any movements, it did so stealthily. The only noises I heard were my breathing, and the echoes of my breathing. I waited for what seemed like eternity, expectant of an attack at any moment. On observation, it seems I wounded the creature, it's slick blood still glazed the blade that I held tightly, the feel of the rippled handle familiar in my hand.
"Kiero" I whisper into the darkness, unsure of just why I had spoken, and the blade glows once again. A red glow, like the fading embers of a fire. No matter how many times you see it, it is nothing less than other worldly. The wall I see behind me in the light is what you would expect to see out of an ancient temple. Chiseled walls, though it seems only for decoration, a single pattern split into a smoothed wall, over and over again, until it dissipates into the darkness, along with the rest of the wall, just out of the lights reach.
I feel something wet on my left foot, and upon further inspection, I realize there is a dark pool of blood soaking my shoe. Maybe i did more damage than I thought, I think to myself. After a minute something else also catches my eye. Scattered around the area is all of the material that was previously unknown. The "debris" that I had trampled while running from the creature was, in reality, the dried corpses, bones, and cloth that belonged to those who weren't as fortunate.
A glint shines from the puddle as I raise my foot, one that is emitted from smooth glass and metallic objects. I shift to one knee and bend down, cautiously lowering my hand. I recognize the shape that had patterned the bestial coat of my hunter. I pick up the scale and wipe it on my pants. The scale does not bend under pressure. This seems anything but surprising, as the scale is not overlapped in my hand, but rather my fingers can barely even grip the perimeter, a monstrous size for a scale to be, no matter what it came from.
What happened here? I wonder. How many have died in this cave, or whatever this place is? And how the hell did I get here? After a moment of pondering the questions, I remained standing without answer. Not only did I not know how I got here, I had no memory at all before the moment I woke up.....I struggled to keep myself from panicking.
"Ok" I said to no one in general. "Ok", answered the echoes. "Think" I thought to myself. "I must have some memories, or at least clues toward them..." The blade. I looked down at the glowing weapon still in my hand. The crimson haze seemed to be emitted from it, even though the blade itself was more of a pearl yellow, giving it the vanity of bright ivory. "Kiero" I said once more, and with a candle-like flicker, the blade answered me. I admired the curved outline, it's length putting the blade somewhere inbetween a sword and a large dagger.
"Well", I spoke to my only company, "Might as well trudge on." Feeling much better, with some form of familiarity at my disposal, I walked on, fitting the dark, glassy scale into my pocket, where it straightened any creases. Using my only piece of memory, I put forth my beacon of light and set out for an escape, and if I were lucky, some answers. However, I had a feeling that I was better off left in the dark.
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