“What do the words on the stone mean, Maia?”“I don't want to say.”“Well the Sand Demons never found joy in delaying me. They're still better company.”I didn't like this. Why was my System Guide acting like a grumpy girlfriend and ruining everything for me?A few moments of silence followed, and she said the words:“Only the brave survive. The fearful of heart, perish.”“Thank you.”For the second time, I opened the door, but the terror of that darkness made me pause, until I recalled the words Maia just told me. Maybe being brave was the only way to get out of this tomb alive?“You can't ever get out the moment you go in too.” Maia told me. “The door shuts behind you.”I pondered on this before taking out my sword and switching on my night vision ability. Noiselessly, I went down the stairs.And truly, the door shut behind me with a chilling bang.Gently, I continued down the stairs, cautious of my every step, which sounded as loud as earthquakes to me, given the intensity of the m
The torso that rose up was the biggest I'd seen on a man.If I could call it a man.It would have been thrice the size of a regular man's, well covered in thick armour. The head was just as big, with a ‘Y’ making the space for the eyes, nose and mouth. True to the description Maia gave of him, in place of his eyes were two flames of fire, like twin blazing torches, focused on me alone.The Invincible Soldier had risen.I took a step back as he rose from the sitting position he had assumed in the coffin with steps that were slow and measured, as though he was being vety careful. He soon stood at his full length with his feet still in the coffin, and I could plainly see that my shoulders would only reach up to his waist.His armour was a terrifying thing to behold. It was a well polished metal whose colour I could not easily distinguish in the semi-darkness, tastefully designed to deflect sword strikes with all the curves and edges it had. There were also spikes on its shoulders, wrists
It could be said that I died standing.With my sword had gone the life, the spirit, and the will to fight. All I was aware of was that my sword had just been knocked out of my hand, and I was now left to the mercy of the Invincible Soldier.Again, and like the car about to hit me in my childhood, I stood watching helplessly as he raised his sword to finish what he had started, and my mind processed images of what would happen if he cut me. I would remain in two pieces, and alive.Was that the worst that could happen?Being cleaved in two to remain alive in two halves in a tomb?A great number of thoughts went through my head in such a short period of time, so that when the sword touched the ground next to me, I had thought about so many things in mere seconds. The final thought among these was the one that made me see that he didn't cut me. He only stopped.I raised my face to look at him at the same time his hands went around my neck, forming a vise around it that somehow let me brea
It was a white owl.A great number of birds sing, but it will be rare to call owl hooting ‘singing’ as we know it. Except for this one, which was singing a human song in a language I did not understand.Enthralled by its voice, I turned to go to it when I felt different, a change I had not noticed before. I looked at my body, and there found my answer.All of the metal was gone, and I stood in the semi-nude, wearing nothing but a white loincloth. The joy I felt at having my body back touched only a few things I had felt before, and I touched myself, exploring all I had missed since that day that I found my curse. The warmth of my skin, a welcome change from the cold metal that I had previously owned. The tiny hair on my arms. The lean, visible muscles that stood out on my arms and legs, the curves to them aesthetically pleasing.And my face…The burnt half of my place was back, and I had no mask on half my face to hide my shame. It was the same with the hair on my head, now back to be
I removed my hand from my eyes to see who it was, and when I did, I fell to my knees before this woman, my head bowed low.“Stand up, mortal, and look at me.” I heard her say.I raised my head to look, and her very appearance made me want to remain at her feet forever, simply kneeling and taking in the beauty that was hers. There are hardly words for me to describe this surreal beauty, as even subjecting such beauty to something as shallow as words feels like a grave sin to me.Her white skin shone like light, and her golden hair was like a crown upon her head. Her eyes were the same colour as her hair and seemed to show that she was one of exceeding wisdom, and her lips were redder than cherry. She wore a garment made of snow white fur, knotted at the joint of her smooth white shoulder, and which fell down to her knees. In her hand was a bow and an arrow, the both of them, golden and tastefully designed.Bowing before her brought the last two lines of the riddle to my memory:‘Know t
Now left on my own, I followed the path I had come through, walking barefoot. My instincts — most probably the one the woman spoke of — made me walk on tiptoe and crouch low in the grass, carefully watching for the animal. I also tried to look at the grass for anything it could have left behind. Dung. A footprint.I came upon a bit of its dung and followed the footprints, hard as they were to track because of the grass. I soon found myself wishing for a hunting dog that could help me track the animal, and then went straight to wondering why I wished for a dog. I wasn't a big fan of dogs, finding them more aggressive than my preferred cats, and could only bear to tolerate them around me.Without one, however, I continued to seek.Hours passed without me finding it, and again, I relied on my instinct — which made me miss Maia's guiding voice for the first time since I found myself here — to think of hiding near the spring. Deer were not like my camel who could go without a drink for da
I ran to the white-furred, two-headed deer, where it lay dead.Its mouth was open, allowing for a limb tongue to fall outside, and the eyes, despite their stillness, appeared to look at me in a final act of surrender. I ran my fingers through the fur, feeling the body, and it was still warm to my touch. It did not move when I pulled the arrow out and wiped the tip on its body, which I was doing very immersively, not stopping even when the arrow was wiped clean.I lost myself doing it, somehow unable to draw my concentration from it, and it took a black shadow passing above me to draw my already lost attention.My eyes checked the sky above me, and I saw the owl come directly at me, gliding so smoothly through the air that it could have been a missile. With a graceful turn, it came and fluttered its wings a distance above the ground, and suddenly, it was no longer the owl but the woman, her golden hair shining in the sun.“You are quite the shooter, Mortal.” She said, coming towards me
My mind hung between joy and sorrow over this victory.I had come to the end of Level 2, with victory, and it would all be complete the moment I looted this tomb and stripped it of its treasures. I had fought against all odds, travelled 310 km through the desert, moved with Sand Demons as travelling companions, defeated an Invincible Soldier, and been kissed by a goddess.That last part was where my sorrow lay.In the time when I was snatched up from the tomb and taken to that garden where there was only joy, I found no reason to feel anything that would hurt me. My body had gone back to being human and able to feel the breeze that swept the earth, and my face needed no mask to hide the burns that turned half of it into a twisted, scarred mass. I could run and feel like me, and live. Until now, where I found myself snatched back to my new reality, the man Hades’s tricks forced me to be.The human, animate hands that had made the bow and arrow were gone, like in a dream, as what held