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It just appeared.
Like a poof.
like the flutter of wings of a bird appearing one place so suddenly.
The hall is dark, his footsteps echoed through the hallow cave entrance, his shoes clank against the stone ground. The small flicker of his torch swings around the walls.
It's dark.
Dusty.
The air is haunting, like a relic being touched since forever.
He doesn't know why he just entered in, his home isn't close, he didn’t mean to stubble apon a mystery.
The chest creaked as he opened it, the items are neatly ordered, no track of dust or webs to state how long it's been untouched. His hand reached in for the leather book, the feathered pen dropping, a small startled noise leaving his lips, bending down to pick it up he slowly puts it against the top of the chest.
'The world isn't meant for you.'
'Don't be fooled, it's listening'
'You're not smarter then it'
'It’s not from this world'
'Uriel, it's here, don't look'
The world felt too much. Too bright, he felt like he was going to explode. Or fall apart, something, anything, anything more than the dull nothing. His breath came too fast, and shallow. The second he read his name, his hands shook, fingers twitched against the leather like he wants to let go, but he holds the book, close, the shock and overwhelming sudden fear making him feel like something that was meant to warn him, is too precious to be dropped on dust covered flooring.
It was a warning he discovered too late.
But to early too.
The words are a puzzle for him only. And although he is not the smartest man, he is trusting, maybe too naive, but if someone went through the trouble to warn him, from something out there, from something that not even he can know what 'it' is, should he not return it? Owe a bit of his wonder to this owner's warnings.
His legs find their strength, turning towards the depth of the cave, with slow steps he wonders into the darkness, the light of the end drifting him away.