"And what is to be our punishment?" cried Lord Aster.
"No, no punishment" said Kha' Sed simply. "Your children will suffer in your stead." _____Aster and Kha' Sed on Mount Leaven
The boy's eyes opened slowly and he peered into the surrounding darkness. His head pounded unbearably and his body felt heavy. The boy licked his lips. They were dry. He groped his hands around and found they were bounded and pressed to the ground by something think and rough. Yet the boy was not scared. He felt at home, safe, as if he had spent his entire life bounded just like this. Suddenly a blue light flitted into his vision, blinding him temporarily. It spun around his head filling his surroundings with a blue light. More of these lights flitted in and they perched themselves along the walls. The boy could see his surroundings now. He was in a large, dirt surrounded room. And directly ahead he could see what looked like a door. Upon further inspection the door was actually a large collection of vines, only they were larger and thicker than could even be possible. With this the boy deduced he was on hung upon a wall standing up. Or maybe he was tied on the ground and faced the sky. These same vines bounded his arms and legs and with a slight upward tug of the arm, they came loose. No, they didn't come loose, they receded. Like tentacles. With a small tug of the legs, the roots there also receded.
He fell to the ground and collapsed in a heap. The boy felt weak. Very much so. His muscles were weary and sore. His bones shook to the core from his impact on the ground. Despite this, the boy struggled to push himself up and finally fell to a sitting position. He breathed heavily, shaking with the effort. And then the lights came. They gathered square in front of him, shaking up and down as if to grab his attention. They began to move foward slowly, beckoning the boy to follow. He crawled on all fours slowly, stopping at the vined door. The lights arranged themselves against the vines in a seemingly random patteren. When the last light had stopped moving, the boy could see that the lights had spelled out a single word. It shone a radiant blue light.
Chance.
The boy could place no particular meaning to the word. To him it just looked pretty. The lights that made up the word slowly flitted outwards and behind he could see the wall of vines receding. The boy was greeted with another blaring light, this one yellow and warm. Shielding his eyes to the light, he crawled towards it.
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