Prelude: The Door

Something More Act II:

Road to Ruin

By Chivalry

Pre-Readers:

tony3xx4, SergeantShenanigans, and Tealove

Prelude: The Door

I find myself standing alone in a room made of stone. It is far too dark to see but a few feet around me. A pair of torches on the wall next to me catch flame, revealing a small wooden door with an inscription etched into it. I lean in closer to read the markings, but find myself unable to understand the words. As if reading my thoughts, the figures begin to morph into a familiar script:

Behind this door lies a very important key.

But, as you stand there reading, hear my plea.

This room has ensnared me with my own chain,

A chain that has anchored me here, writhing in pain,

A chain that I made, while I was still sane.

If you wish to avoid my immortal fate,

Then you mustn't open this door.  Please, wait.

Wait until your soul and mind are clear of all doubt.

Take your past mistakes, and air them out.

Repent, let go, and end your heart's drought.

I tilt my head in confusion, wondering what the message was trying to tell me.  "End your heart's drought"? Shaking my head, I reach for the small handle on the door, but hesitate as I hear a strange moaning sound. It was coming from all around me, haunting me from the darkness, warning me not to go any further, but I ignore it and push the door open. The door gives easily to my weight, and I stumble forward, the sight of the door shrinking away as I tumble down into the darkness.

I fall further and further. The torch fires are but a distant flickering light in this dark abyss. I can feel something. It is wrapping around my body, weighing heavily and pulling me down all the faster. I struggle against it, but every move I make only forces the binds tighter.

A deep sigh escapes my lips, all I can do now is close my eyes and hope that someone catches me before I am dragged to the bottom of this pit.

o.0.o

Chrysalis collapsed to the ground, her body no longer willing to carry the combined weight of Caduceus's limp form and her own any further. Crying out, she tried her best to crawl toward the shimmering lights off in the distance, her one beacon  for survival. The colors faded around her, turning to indistinct gray shadows.

"Just a little further," she murmured. The cramping muscles in her legs curled up against her body, refusing to move any further. She could hear the howl of the wind as it sped up with the rising of the sun. The weight of the blowing sand covered them, weighing down atop her head and forcing her to bow before the desert's might. No matter what she did, she could not escape her eternal suffering.

"P-Please. Don't. Let it end. Like this..."