User:Sev40/Ruined

An ancient doorway opens for the first time in millennia.

In the moonlight, three figures shift uncomfortably, waving their snake-like heads around, wondering whenever it was destiny. This doorway, the ruins of a by-gone age, was the bane of many a prophet. Hundreds would come here, trying to open it, before failing miserably that they were never chosen to open it and never to reveal their newly-acquired knowledge. Generations of the old, the wise, the obsessed and the faithful were at the mercy of their gods, denied by those they supposedly served.

And all it took was the wave of the hand.

"I-I thought you said it was broken," Sursa shouted, her bulk of a body shaking in anticipation. Unsure if she was heard, she shouted again. "You said nothing worked out here. And you did that, and then-"

"I-uh-I," Stuttered Zuka, and who could blame him? "Are you serious? Gods, Sursa, this wasn't meant to happen."

"Looks like you're smarter than everyone else on Sangheilios!" joked Burt. Typical of him to joke like this. He never, never seemed to be scared. He walked over to where the hole the door left. "That's... quite a long way down. Any volunteers?" he suggested, staring directly to Zuka, who was now sweating unbearably.

Without warning, Burt charged at him, persistently pushing Zuka until there was no more ground below his feet. He fell, he screamed, he feared for his life.

A long series of echoes shouting "oooff," was heard. Everything was pitch-black. He could see nothing, not even his own hand. Everything was strangely quiet, suspiciously so. Zuka however wasn't about to show his friends his fear. Fear was for Helioshrim.

"Are you ok?" A voice echoed down, deepened and slow, but was still easily recognised as Sursa. "Zuka, are you ok? If-"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, no need to w-worry about me!" replied Zuka, the atmosphere obviously getting to him. "What do I do now?"

"See, he's ok. Nothing wrong with him, he might actually be a worthy discoverer after this is over!" mocked Burt.