A Nightmare Reborn
Chapter 1 Part 2
The empty hillside did nothing for my tranquility. I'm alone and I fear that this place has already retreated with my mind. Whoever this Althos is, has left his mark on the entire mountain range. Their voice beckons me, no doubt wanting to pull me into their control. Althos must be their cult leader, or like an individual bringing in once noble men to make this wretched area their reckless grave. I, nay, will not give in, whether my sanity is wounded or not. I've faced murderers, serial killers, and deranged predators. A few beasts crawling on their bellies does not threaten me. I will return to my home in one month, with Sam or not.
I quietly traversed the hill, finding another path that led to a greater vantage, one where I may be able to find the entrance to the mine, be it so distant. I had brought a spyglass for just such a reason, and it will serve its purpose. I inched along the trail, not wishing to disturb any lurking stalkers. The sun was blocked up here, as the clouds loomed carefully above. As I reached what could be considered the top of the hill, I realized that there was a path leading down from here that would take me to what could be considered a more secluded place. I fumbled though my pack until I located my ornate spyglass, and I dusted off its lens. Upon putting it to my eye, I focused on the forementioned passage to the lower hill, and saw that there was a campsite that had obviously been left behind by some anonymous party. I could see some tinder and a crude chair. I wonder if this was indeed somewhere that Sam or some other human had been. I have no choice but to go there, and I made haste, wishing to not let the cultists from before have any chance of finding me.
As I journeyed down the hill to the other, I dared not to let a sound be made, making sure my footsteps were not audible. As I finally neared the discovered campsite, I was abhorred to find the same instruments from before. Everywhere I looked lay those odd relics, of tiles, stones, and even boards. All of them bore the mark of that entity known as Althos, my suspicious mind coming to realization of his true extent of power. The chair that laid here was one of cruel wicker, and I wondered if it could hold my weight. To my acknowledgment, it held me, and I fished out my flask, using this abstract moment to catch my breath.
Oh, what peril exists here. Peril, peril that is beyond compare. I am. Clinging to my still warm drink, it keeping my mind from foggy obscurity and raving absurdity. I could sit here all day, taking bites of hard bread and wet indulgances from my old friend, bottles of envious liquid. I can't do that not, now. As long as I am up here, I am at the mercy of time. Maybe I should look at these relics again. Ah, I see. These are some type of calling instrument, split into many parts. Who would it dare summon? My curiosity became great, and I brought a shattered board to my face. I said, asking,
"Althia? Althia?"
My, what a puddle my mind has became. To my astonishment, I gained a vision, showing me a grand old being. He was as copper as brass, a gleam that shined in a dark, murky pool. His eyes were like large pebbles, and his mouth was tentacles, hiding his face. He reached out a suckered arm, and brought me close to his shining eyes. The old beast of kin said, his voice booming in a rasp,
"You are not rejected."
Alas, that's all I saw. My eyes returned to the hill, and I began to laugh, the wind itself believing me to be delightfully mad. I can't judge myself for what I cannot control, yes, the old one has his stake in me. How I've not turned into a beast already, I do not know, but my complexion of weathered lesions tells a different meaning. I could sit here all day, reflecting on what I saw, but this is not what I've came to do. I must move on, deeper into the cave that rests not far from here. It’s not visible to my eyes, but somehow my mind can hear it, as muffled as the sound may be. Moving on now, what I'll find, I do not know. Sam's footsteps have became traced, but I now know he is not what my heart is searching for. Discovery, deliverance, an awakening. These are the pedestals where my mind and soul rest, holding fast to the hope I do not perish along the way.
Chapter 1 Part 2
The empty hillside did nothing for my tranquility. I'm alone and I fear that this place has already retreated with my mind. Whoever this Althos is, has left his mark on the entire mountain range. Their voice beckons me, no doubt wanting to pull me into their control. Althos must be their cult leader, or like an individual bringing in once noble men to make this wretched area their reckless grave. I, nay, will not give in, whether my sanity is wounded or not. I've faced murderers, serial killers, and deranged predators. A few beasts crawling on their bellies does not threaten me. I will return to my home in one month, with Sam or not.
I quietly traversed the hill, finding another path that led to a greater vantage, one where I may be able to find the entrance to the mine, be it so distant. I had brought a spyglass for just such a reason, and it will serve its purpose. I inched along the trail, not wishing to disturb any lurking stalkers. The sun was blocked up here, as the clouds loomed carefully above. As I reached what could be considered the top of the hill, I realized that there was a path leading down from here that would take me to what could be considered a more secluded place. I fumbled though my pack until I located my ornate spyglass, and I dusted off its lens. Upon putting it to my eye, I focused on the forementioned passage to the lower hill, and saw that there was a campsite that had obviously been left behind by some anonymous party. I could see some tinder and a crude chair. I wonder if this was indeed somewhere that Sam or some other human had been. I have no choice but to go there, and I made haste, wishing to not let the cultists from before have any chance of finding me.
As I journeyed down the hill to the other, I dared not to let a sound be made, making sure my footsteps were not audible. As I finally neared the discovered campsite, I was abhorred to find the same instruments from before. Everywhere I looked lay those odd relics, of tiles, stones, and even boards. All of them bore the mark of that entity known as Althos, my suspicious mind coming to realization of his true extent of power. The chair that laid here was one of cruel wicker, and I wondered if it could hold my weight. To my acknowledgment, it held me, and I fished out my flask, using this abstract moment to catch my breath.
Oh, what peril exists here. Peril, peril that is beyond compare. I am. Clinging to my still warm drink, it keeping my mind from foggy obscurity and raving absurdity. I could sit here all day, taking bites of hard bread and wet indulgances from my old friend, bottles of envious liquid. I can't do that not, now. As long as I am up here, I am at the mercy of time. Maybe I should look at these relics again. Ah, I see. These are some type of calling instrument, split into many parts. Who would it dare summon? My curiosity became great, and I brought a shattered board to my face. I said, asking,
"Althia? Althia?"
My, what a puddle my mind has became. To my astonishment, I gained a vision, showing me a grand old being. He was as copper as brass, a gleam that shined in a dark, murky pool. His eyes were like large pebbles, and his mouth was tentacles, hiding his face. He reached out a suckered arm, and brought me close to his shining eyes. The old beast of kin said, his voice booming in a rasp,
"You are not rejected."
Alas, that's all I saw. My eyes returned to the hill, and I began to laugh, the wind itself believing me to be delightfully mad. I can't judge myself for what I cannot control, yes, the old one has his stake in me. How I've not turned into a beast already, I do not know, but my complexion of weathered lesions tells a different meaning. I could sit here all day, reflecting on what I saw, but this is not what I've came to do. I must move on, deeper into the cave that rests not far from here. It’s not visible to my eyes, but somehow my mind can hear it, as muffled as the sound may be. Moving on now, what I'll find, I do not know. Sam's footsteps have became traced, but I now know he is not what my heart is searching for. Discovery, deliverance, an awakening. These are the pedestals where my mind and soul rest, holding fast to the hope I do not perish along the way.
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