Hero's Journey

Chapter 7

The whole village watches from ground level, either with sad eyes or mouths screaming for blood. Davel and Lis stand at the front of the crowd with the best view.

Davel's eyes gleam as he stands up from his chair, that very movement demanding attention and silence and getting it.

"Are you ready to watch me escape!" Kagon jeers.

Davel's smug smile changes to a furious one.
"Actually executioner, I'd like to change his hanging to a beheading. Once you're done preparing him hand me the axe. I'll take care of this one."

"Seems to me like I get the day off." The executioner shrugs, doing as Davel says.

Once done Davel mounts the stage, taking the axe from the executioner, who steps offstage.

Davil smiles, swinging the axe idly.

"Ready to die hero?"

"Are you?"

The man's smile evaporates into a frown. "Funny I haven't known you anymore than a day and I already loath your existence."

"I have that kind of charm on some people."

"I see, then I suppose I'll be doing them all a favor." Davel lifts the axe, the sharp end sparkles in the morning light.
How pretty.

A mighty crack ensues.

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She hasn't stopped moving.

Delia's run has become a steady trot. Her breaths comes out ragged and she can feel sweat gathering on her brow.

This place is a labyrinth.....

Shhchchchchchploooo
Shchchchchchchplooo
Shchchchchchchplooo

That sound, has Darknae finally come to take me?

A cold shaking hand, clammy with sweat grabs her wrist. A hand that feels as if maybe, just maybe the person connected to it is just as terrified and alone as she is.

"Follow." The voice is just a frail whisper, a whisper that somehow puts all her fears at ease.

After awhile of being pulled along in the opposite direction Delia had been going in she speaks. "Are you Darknae Lady and goddess of the void?"

The lady laughs, it's a dry and cracked sort of laugh as if her throat is caked with dust. "No. If there is a Darknae she should of taken my scarred body long ago."

"Then who are you?" Delia asks.

"An old woman, who may not be dead but has been dead to the world above for years now."

"I'm sorry you ended up like this."

"Me too."

They both walk in silence. The only sound is the strange Shhchchchchchploooo of the woman's feet.

"We're getting close."

The woman halts nearly causing Delia to stumble into her.

"Just up these steps is the way out. When you reach the top put your hands on the ceiling door with all your might and you'll be able to escape."

"Won't you be coming with?" Delia asks, looking over to the woman shrouded in the robes of darkness.

"No, I'm dead to the world up top, remember?"

"Please, I can't leave you. We will be able to escape. We'll leave Pikk so my father Davel can never find us."

The woman chokes what seems to be a sob and her hand tightens around Delia's wrist. "Davel is your father? Then you must be Delia, daughter of Mildred."

"Yes." Delia says surprised. "Did you know my mother?"

"Y-you could say that."

"Then I must help you!"

"No. I'll slow you down. Go on up top, live your life Delia and never allow anyone to ever take away your freedom because it can be fleeting."

The woman drops Delia's hand and lightly pushes her forward.

"No, wait!"

Shhchchchchchploooo
Shchchchchchchplooo
Shchchchchchchplooo

The woman's steps quickly fade away, already deep into the maze.

Delia looks into the shadows, trying to find her savior but to no avail.

She left me with no choice. Delia thinks regretfully.

And so the young writer ascends the stairs, her fingers trailing against the gross walls.

A sliver of light cuts through the night of the cellar. Delia tries to look through this crack in the ceiling door but can see nothing but light. The sunlight she has been craving ever since she was closed off to it.

To get to the beautiful sunlight Delia pushes hard against the door. Shoving at it until finally the ceiling door is thrown open.

She's met with surprised sky blue eyes.

Kagon?!

The surprise quickly diminishes from the hero. "Huh, well that worked out better than I expected!" He laughs boisterously before offering a hand to Delia.

The writer takes it and the hero pulls her out of the hole. "Come writer Delia, I have horses waiting."

Delia follows him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "But what of my father and the others?"

Kagon laughs. "Let us begin our journey and I'll tell you of the tale."