chapter 2: the chasms of deceit
walking through the cemetary im shrouded by beams of light from the morning sun as they pierce through small windows in the trees. whirlwinds of leaves dance around my steps as follow around and down the underside of the bluff. i can hear the iron gate swaying behind me never fully latching from years of decay.
i set down my bags and trappings at the entrance of the catacomb. reciting in my mind over and over how i imagine it would be. the thoughts bludgeon me like mallets.
im only wasting time. its too late to be afraid, there is no turning back.
at that moment an odd burst of wind rushes from inside the cave, blowing my hat completely over the side of the cliffs and down into the ravine below.
i nearly fall trying to catch it.
"enough of this." i think to myself as i quickly gather my supplies and peel my way through the vines into the entrance of the catacomb.