(Y/N) is a total science nerd, skeptic, and complete disbeliever of the supernatural. She lives in Zigzag, Oregon with a miniature, one-person research facility that she runs. And after having a particularly bad experience with a former fiancé, she...
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There was little to no time left before you would reach the peak of the mountain. One more hour and you would be within spitting distance of Bill. But four hours of constant walking with little to no rest and cold food was tiring you out even further. You sat down once more and pulled out the book.
The silver hand was cold to the touch, and the metal corners made your hand curl back from the potential frostbite. Everything about you was cold. In your haste to leave the Pines, you didn't grab much to keep you warm. Your fingers were much better than your toes, which you could see turning a shade of blue you never thought was possible. You were shivering uncontrollably, and for a second you wished you had the unstable coil of energy. Rolling around in a white hot fire even seemed nice. You were thankful it never started to snow, but the lack of air at the top of the mountain was making you lightheaded.
You opened the journal, having to carefully pull apart the frozen pages. With each turn of a stiff page, you cringed at the cracking of ice. You continued to read the strangely omniscient book.
"Ah. I see you have returned, goose. I am afraid you may not listen as much as I expect you to. I ask, however, for you to take into consideration the points I will present. With my story I hope you know how Bill can treat others. With little respect. I do not doubt he holds you in the highest regard he can muster for anyone but himself, but I wish you understand he is still a fair distance away from being a 'good' creature. I will, however, continue my tale. And you may decide for yourself whether or not to go through with your own plan.
After finding my home burned to the ground, I quickly found resentment. One for how I was so blinded by greed and envy that I trusted such a monster to help me overtake my father. And one for what I had done by throwing my tribe's heirloom into the fiery heart of Wy'East.
You see, this heirloom was given to the father of my father's father by the hawk spirit. The winged messenger told him it was of great power, and should never be used for the wrong purpose. 'Have it fall into the hands of he who was manipulated,' the hawk stated. 'And great danger will be upon this world and the next.' My great grandfather questioned the hawk if he must watch over the object for the rest of his life. The hawk replied simply, 'You cannot interfere with what has been destined. You may only warn.'
And so for the two generations my tribe had sustained, every new child was warned of the heirloom and of manipulation. 'Dare you touch it,' Great Grandfather said to me whilst lying on his deathbed. 'Dare you touch it while your heart is filled with the whispers of another, you will bring great danger upon your tribe. Nothing could save us if you listen to the sugar-coated lies of another individual. Do not trust anyone. If a single being, whether it be spirit or human, wind or water, asks for you to take the heirloom, do not take it. Please...'
Those were the last words spoken by my great grandfather. And to those last words I did not listen. For if I had, you would not be climbing Wy'East for your reason. My village would not be destroyed. Perhaps you would have never met the silver-tongued demon."
"But..." you wondered aloud. "What even was that heirloom? What did it even do?"
You looked back down to the book. You hoped to find an answer to your question.
And you did.
"I see you wish to know what this heirloom did. Well, if you are familiar with the legend, then you should know what happened. It opened a gate. A gate to a horrible place hotter than anything you could ever imagine. Every creature within that realm was a different colored flame. Some held a human shape, others had no shape at all.
Upon noticing the bridge between our world and theirs, they all let out a horrible screech that could be heard for miles. They started to climb, Wy'East's burning heart being no match for these sun demons. They poured out like firewater, lava in your language. Some flew into the air and spread across the vast and dense forests which instantly set alight. I was powerless to stop the carnage I had created, and all I could do was watch as my world was being destroyed before me. I sat in silence.
When the spirits came to my aid, much of the mountain had been destroyed and fires continued to spread at an alarming rate. I was immediately shunned for falling into the trap of the demon, and would find myself to be scolded long after my departure from this world.
So, that is what it did. The heirloom, a gem red as the gazing fire and warm as a mother's love, was a gate to a hellish world that would destroy my own had the spirits not sealed them away in Wy'East. Please be mindful of your decision, young goose."
You looked at the book for a moment, then put it away in your coat pocket. What were you to do? You had been told every horror story of Bill's conquests but you were so tired of having to listen to other people... You found yourself with conflicting thoughts.
