He began to brush a circle around the needle in the center. His thumb felt the smooth, hard surface of the cactus. He made a full circle around the central needle, the circle's ink: Raphael's own blood. Then suddenly, the ground began to shake beneath them. Raphael wasn't bothered due to his experience, but Daevarro was just as Raphael was when he came here for the first time.
His head shook left and right at a quick rate, trying to decode this strange quivering. To their left, the ground seemed to split apart. The ground vibrated, sending each grain of sand bouncing. The sand was quaking apart, there appeared to be a door of sorts beneath the sand. The door was split in half vertically, and the two halves were moving away from each other. One went left, the other right.
There, behind the door, a staircase. Waterfalls of sand began to pour onto the staircase from the growing gap between the two halves of the same door. After a moment or two of this rumbling, a heavy thud would confirm the door's opening. The ground froze in place once again, revealing to the two the staircase leading into a vast, unknown space.
Raphael then turned to Daevarro. "Let's go," he said, turning back to the path before him.
"Right," The two ventured forward, their feet stepping down upon faded beige stone, the stone was rough and weathered. They walked down those stairs, those weakened stairs. Step by step, walking on the teeth from whatever dark and hideous beast they may be stepping into. About twenty-two steps in total, they had finally reached a flat surface.
The two walked down a hallway, a barely lit hallway. The light from the sun began to fade away with each step, further darkening the world. Once they entered further into this place, though the air cooler, a heavy, soupy air pressed against them. It alone was enough to debilitate a normal man.
The end
is only
the beginning...
05-Mar-2014 18:57:39
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