Shattered Gods - Chapter 1 (Part two)
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Sorry this took a few days, my life became very busy, very quickly. Anyway, this is a continuation of Chapter One of my story Frequency: Shattered Gods. There's a link to that post above this.
Enjoy!
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[CW: Mention of blood and vomit]
When she came to, she found herself in pitch-black darkness. For a moment, she thought she was dead, but then she felt her heart beat, and her chest rise and fall with each breath.
‘What… just happened? My lighter should be around here, right?’
She sat up, only noticing that she had been lying flat on her back just a moment prior. She fruitlessly looked around for any sign of light, but saw nothing. She sighed and started slowly running her hands across the ground to find her lighter.
The ground felt a little different then it used to, like something was coating it. But Luna didn’t think much of it, and continued searching.
Eventually, she found the lighter and successfully lit it after a half-dozen attempts or so.
She was going to look for the box, maybe re-light her lantern, find her supplies, or even just check to make sure she was unharmed. But something else caught her attention first.
The ground was a deep red colour as opposed to the normal grey of stone. Looking around, the red pattern seemed to cover a large part of the floor, and even some of the lower parts of the walls near her. Everywhere was red within at least 5 metres of her, except one part.
There was an untouched outline on the floor right in the middle of the stain. This outline perfectly fit Luna, suggesting that’s where she was lying down, up until a few minutes ago. But what was this stain exactly?
It didn’t take long for her to realise it was blood.
Her blood.
She suddenly felt very ill, to the point of almost fainting, again. She clumsily stumbled around for a few seconds before emptying her stomach in a nearby corner. She didn’t know what happened, or how so much of her blood had ended up all across the room, but the idea alone made her sick to her core.
She tried to grip her chest, but noticed something. There was a hole in her clothes right where her heart would be. Her body was fine, but her clothes were torn and bloodied. As if someone shot a cannon through her and she suffered no injury.
Now that she thought about it, right before she blacked out she felt a horrible pain flash through her chest. Maybe something did hit her like a cannon, but then why was she perfectly fine?
‘What the hell is happening!? Where’s that box? There has to be something I can glean from it.’
The box, unfortunately, was nowhere to be seen. Considering what had happened just now, perhaps it was a good thing she couldn’t attempt to touch it again.
Despite that, there was something Luna’s senses slowly became aware of, or lack thereof. The presence from the box was gone. More than that, however, her own senses were dulled and choked as if she was still in its presence.
Whatever was in that box wasn’t anymore. She wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.
‘There’s no world where that can be good.’
She took several minutes to sit in the darkness coming to terms with everything that had happened, that she knew of. Of course, her lighter was on the ground next to her, but she was practically in darkness.
When she felt composed enough, she stood up, took the lighter, and went to find her lantern.
‘I just wanted to explore the ruin, why did all of this have to happen?’
All of her belongings were scattered about, most likely as a result of whatever happened when she opened that box. She lit her lantern, put her lighter away, and started gathering her supplies. Thankfully, almost nothing was damaged, just scattered around.
Once everything was back where it should be and her backpack was on her shoulders, she went back into the other, now blood-soaked, room. She still wanted to see that mural, no matter what.
“It’s okay, Luna,” she said to herself, “we’ll just see the mural, get our notes, and get out of here. This is probably a dream or something anyway, let’s just be done here.”
She made her way to the mural, which was thankfully far away from the blood and vomit. The mural's exact meaning wasn’t fully understood yet, but it depicted three figures, a fourth one was unfortunately cut off due to the broken nature of the mural.
There was a small string of text beneath it too. Nobody had been able to crack the runic language found in these ruins, even after years of gathering information.
But when Luna looked at it, she could read it.
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