"Welcome," Wick says as she stands in front of a massive carved stone door, similar to the ones back home... Nevermind, that brings bad memories. "To my room!" Wick pushes on the door completely made of stone, and somehow manages to open it by herself.
I don't think I could do that.
Though, to be honest, I am rather light in my current form. Eth was really dense compared to me, and I am so light as to move when I try to shake her. Embarrassing, though somehow liberating, to be so far from the ideals of my people.
The inside of her "room" reminds me of the tunnels I used to tread. Actually... It just looks like a chunk of Mainway (the main street of my home) with all of the tunnels branching off. Is this proof my memories are real? I guess so.
"Um, Wick," She stops and turns around, "How long has this been here?"
Wick puts her finger on her chin and looks up, obviously thinking. Then she points it at me, "Well, It's as old as me because it's my room, and I'm somewhere around... wait, how old are you?"
"Twenty years old at the time of coming here."
"Oh, I meant how long you have been here."
"Um, maybe thirty minutes, give or take?" Though I have no real way of telling time here. That's fine by me, though. it creates a better atmosphere! Haha.
"Oh, then you should know that we each have rooms, from what I've seen. This one's just mine. And no, we don't know where they come from."
I begin to speak in a far more high-energy way, "I didn't ask where they came from, Chaos told me that they were what created us, and I am inclined to believe her. You are younger, right? So you wouldn't know as well as her?" I may be doubtful of my "mentor," but this person seems just too nice, and I have no idea why.
Going in her room couldn't hurt, though.
"I mean, I don't think that these are what created us. Maybe Chaos was, but Chaos created me and... how did you get here?"
"Queen Chaos dragged me from the gap between worlds with a great *Squelch sound effect* and thrust me upon the ground, then declared herself my mentor and Queen."
"Ooohh Kaaaayy. You really like her, don't you?" Well of course I don't. She's kind of a bit too much, even for me. I feel kinda like she'd be a tad angry at me for saying that, though, so I shall say the opposite!
"No, in fact, I applaud her for dragging me out of my old, structured life, and into this wide open paradise." Did that sound too sarcastic?
"Oh, you like wide open places?" DO I?
"OF COURSE I DO! The way you can see forever, the feeling of things far away, the wind? Especially the echo of distant things, it's almost haunting!" Don't you see? The world is bigger than these caves we walk! And it's so beautiful!
"Well, then, I've got something to show you." OOH a suprise, I hope it's cool-
Why is she going into the cave? "If ya want to show me something cool, then why are you going into that cave?"
"Oh, don't worry," She smiles, "It isn't the cave, just what's beyond it." Whew, I thought that she was gonna make me stay in a cave, that would not align with what I feel like doing right now. Or ever.
I follow her, though frowning at the memories of places like this. I don't think poor Wick appreciates my down look, though, because she looks more determined than ever to show me this stuff.
There are seven tunnels that branch off of the main room we come to, two that go up, three that go somewhat forward, and two that go back. The ones that go up are more likely to take me to the surface... and she instead goes for one of the front three. She seems stressed. Though, how do I know that?
It seems like I can feel the air around us. Hm. I look at my hand and find affirmation. Yeah, that should have been obvious, I am made of air. That lets me feel her face from a distance. That sounds weird, but I am doing it for a good cause.
Sigh, she has no idea to navigate underground, does s h e . . .
Wow.
She was right, that is beautiful.
Back home, when I was able to escape the prison of a clan I was born into, and their restrictions, I was sometimes able to stand on the top of our Homemountain and gaze out at the surrounding valleys and waters. This place that I see now, though, is freedom, pure and unadulterated. A vast desert, mottled with various shades of brown, which could be soil, and a few deeper depressions.
But what is on the ground only complements what is above, the wide open vault of the sky. It is a deep blue, infinite and untouchable, but juxtaposed by the wispy clouds that drift in front of it, made of brightest silver. They seem as cotton is the depths of a lake, or a sea, though I've never been to one, just seen it in the distance. The furthest distance I can see here, though, is covered in a blue fog, about a larger mountain's width away. The sun here is not that strong, seemingly caught in perpetual twilight, due to it being red, instead of blue.
I turn to Wick, and finally notice that the caves we came out of are just parts of a large skull sticking out of the ground. An eight-eyed skull. This thing is massive, but not big enough to fit the rooms and tunnels we climbed out of. We came out from a gap in between it's teeth. Wait... It that an eight-eyed dragon? The horns would make me believe so.
I focus on Wick (who is throwing a ball of sand somehow being held together, for it to come rolling back), only to find that she's smiling at me with this "happy for you" smile and I feel really annoyed right now, for some reason! "Are there any dragons here? This looks just like the kind of place they'd nest!" She seems completely baffled, and just says "No? What are those?"
"Oh, forget about it," I get a hold of myself, "This place is beautiful, and I want to see more of it."
Wick stops throwing the ball, then frowns. "Actually, I don't know what else is here. I've only been in this area right around here."
"Well, then," I say and grab her arms, "It's an adventure!" We take off into the sky, with my new friend screaming all the way.
