Thread:SeaPotato09/@comment-31829412-20181002053347



chapter 1: in which there is, at least, something to say for a dramatic entrance. Why is everything dark?

Oh, wait. My eyes are closed, I see. Or rather, I do not.

They are open now. It is still dark.

Except— is that the sun? Why is it so far away?

It’s coming closer. No, I am coming closer.

Everything is still dark around me, like walls, and all I can see is this circle of light. It hurts my eyes. Get it away.

I am not moving toward the light anymore. There is something under me. It feels rough and hard and rather uncomfortable.

…

It is hard to stand. The surface sways below me as I try to get up on my feet.

I can see over the dark walls now. I appear to be in an iron… bowl, of sorts? It’s larger than any bowl I’ve ever seen, hanging from a chain, which is wrapped around a beam in— ah, a ceiling.

...

I hear something coming this way. Should I come out of this bowl? Should I hide? There is a bottle not too far away from me. Perhaps it will be useful. But before I can take it, a being rushes into the room I am in.

“Greetings.”

No answer, only a wide-eyed stare.

You are confused. “What have I done? I was just trying to conjure—” Your gaze flicks to the bottle, half-filled with an amber liquid. It is the same colour as the golden field outside my house. The fear in your eyes tells me you do not make the same connection. Or perhaps you are terrified of fields.

“I’m sorry. I think I called you here by accident. Wait there, let me find a way to get you back.”

You rush out of the room. I clamber out of the bowl and take a look around. 