She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but the pain in her leg had subsided somewhat. It still burned with fury though. She noticed she was alone…the only sounds she could hear were that of the beasts that lived in the tomb. Like the pen she had been held in originally, the tomb was only lit by torches and unless you had a torch in your hand, they didn’t help much.
She tried pulling herself away from the wall, but every movement hurt….there was no way she would be walking out of here. She would have to pull herself across the floor the entire way out. She could only hope none of the animals saw her as easy prey along the way as fighting would be…difficult.
She mustered any energy she had left and began her long trek out. Not long into her crawl, she noticed a dark figure on the ground and her curiosity pulled her closer. There was a familiarity to the figure and when she got closer, she realized why…it was the very acolyte she had refused to kill.
The emotions she felt were overwhelming…
Her people were dead. She had failed to save any of them.
Her home was gone. She couldn’t return with haunted memories.
The very acolyte she had tried to save…was dead. She had failed once again.
The trials she had survived…she had now failed.
Everything she had done since arriving had left her abandoned in the middle of a dark tomb, broken and beaten to be feasted on by beasts. She could feel the dark side advancing in her mind…and she wasn’t stopping it. She let out a blood curdling yell that echoed throughout the tomb.
Anger. Vengeance. Pain. Betrayal. Hatred.
Her passion and strength were being fueled more than they ever had before and she no longer needed to muster the energy to pull herself from the tomb…she had more than enough now and she began her empowered crawl to the entrance.