Lol, magic is what I do best! This is hardly a challenge, thus, I’ma make it interesting by writing in second person past tense, as I’ve literally never done that before (though, I’ve never done second person with any tense). For those of you who don’t know how second person is written…well, just keep reading 😉
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Awakening to the distance sounds of heavy thuds, you opened your eyes. At first, you didn’t move, as your mind had trouble processing all the present, and lacking, information.
Over the course of a minute, you slowly realized that something was very strange. No, everything was strange. You knew what a name was, but didn’t know yours. You were aware that you came from somewhere and had lived a life, but didn’t remember one.
However, despite wondering if it was only your imagination, the heavy thuds in the distance seemed to slowly draw closer, pulling you away from your maddening introspection. Whatever your past life had been, it could wait until after you inspected your surroundings.
Quickly, your face contorted with disgust as you looked around the small, stone chamber you found yourself within. You had previously lied on the damp, hard floor, and your back was wet. It was uncomfortable, but you could live with it.
What you deemed as more important was the lack of light in the chamber, as everything appeared to be illuminated solely by patches of bioluminescent plants and glowing crystals that were scattered across the floor, walls, and ceiling. The air was also stale and musty, but didn’t smell particularly fowl—something you were very thankful for.
The heavy thuds drew closer.
You chose to ignore the detailed, yet old, décor that made up the creepy stone chamber as you shakily rose to your feet, unsure of why standing felt so strange.
You lifted your hands to your face and inspected yourself. Nothing outright looked unordinary, but considering the missing memories, you knew you couldn’t be sure about anything to do with what could be “normal.”
You chose not to waste time questioning whether your pairs of arms and legs were what you should have had attached to you. Instead, you practiced walking, putting one foot in front of the other to reach the walls of the chamber in order to get a closer look. You had no clue of what you should be searching for, but you did know that anything that could be used as a weapon would give you reassurance in yourself.
It was while your hands searched every nook and cranny of one of the stone chamber’s walls when you finally turned around…and noticed the dark, looming hallway that led out of the chamber.
However, you didn’t move to leave the chamber, because now you definitely knew where those thuds were coming from. Although the sounds were still coming from far into the tunnel, you hurried your pace. You did not want to meet whatever was making those noises without a weapon.
Yet, after only thirty seconds, you were ready to give up. You had searched every crevice of the small chamber’s cold, stone walls, dipped your foot into every puddle, ripped apart every plant, and even tried extracting the glowing crystals from the walls. That last one, however, left you quite shocked, since not even a full force kick to the thinnest crystal structure resulted in any visible damage.
The thuds approached further, and your mind became scrambled as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. Fear caused your entire body to shiver as you let yourself fall to your knees, hopelessness setting in.
You had no idea of what was going on, but those ominous thuds sounded suspiciously like footsteps, and the idea sent your psyche into a panic. What was there to do? Was there no way out? Was your short life all you would ever have known?
The steps sounded louder.
Was there even a point in struggling? Maybe it was all some kind of sick joke. Maybe…everything would be fine if you just gave in.
Thud, splot.
You cradled your head in your arms, wincing at the incredibly sharp pain. In front of your kneeling figure was one of the glowing crystals sitting in a puddle. That particular one had fallen from the ceiling, which was out of your reach at over three meters above you, and was cracked at the base, indicating that it had broken off of a cluster.
Your dark thoughts slowly retreated as you lifted the crystal, hopeful that something, anything would happen to help you.
The next moment, something did happen. Something you weren’t sure you even understood in the slightest, but it happened. Wisps of dull yellow light leaked from the crystal and into your fingers, causing the mineral to lose its shine.
You watched in both horror and awe as the sliver of yellow light wormed its way through your hand, leaving a path of visible lines within you, before it made its way up your arm and into the rest of your body. It continued its previous actions of traveling throughout every bit of you and leaving tens, maybe hundreds of thousands of impossibly thin lines behind, more complicated than even your circulatory system.
When the yellow light lost the last of its shimmer, it came to a stop within your heart, where it eternally rested. After its disappearance, you couldn’t help but to waste time staring at yourself as the thousands of lines slowly faded away in a similar fashion to the yellow sliver of light. Yet, you somehow knew that the thousands of lines were still present—just not visible.
The heavy footsteps were almost upon you. It was time to see what changes had been made to your body.
