His voice is deep, powerful. It shakes me to my core. I open my mouth, but no sound comes forth. I remain silent.
"The evidence, if you please," he says, his right hand beckoning.
I step forward, and, inexplicably, pull a scroll from my belt loop. Wonder how that got there.
He sits back and peruses the document. I have no idea what is written on it. But at the same time, I have a sneaking suspicion that it's about me. Mother always did do that. Loved to write, she did.
The man on the left speaks for the first time. "Asphodel?"
Middle Man nods. "Indeed. The Fields of Asphodel it is. Though she didn't get much of a chance, to be honest. Sea spirits don't know their own power sometimes."
The ground shakes, and a fissure opens in the wall to my right. I step towards it. My fate has been sealed.
I step out into a field. There's grass, as far as the eye can see, and a few people rustling about in it. Not much particularly interesting, otherwise.
I see a few girls knitting in a little clearing of grass. I decide to join them. Better start passing the time somehow.
Darn sea spirits.
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