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The smell of earth and dust made me cough and sneeze. As I shifted my body I I felt was laid upon a hard, gritty surface. When I opened my eyes I saw motes of dust in the shaft of light above me. It was coming from a small hole in the ceiling. It did not look like sunlight. It just illuminated the darkness with a soft glow. I struggled to a sitting position. I felt a heavy throbbing ache in my upper body but I still tried to sit up. Finally I was able to lean forward. With a panting breath, I just sat there. I glanced to my left and right. On my right I saw what appeared to be a door carved into the stone wall. To my left I saw a table upon which sat my black medical bag and a metal looking cylinder. I moved and stretched. I grunted when I found my body was sore and ached as if I'd been through an exercise marathon. My muscles slowly released tension and I yawned. I looked down and noticed I was clothed in a leather uniform. “What in the world?” I replied aloud. There was silver cuffs at the end of the sleeves and legs. On my feet I worn leather thong sandals. My leg felt fine. I remember the visitor ripping free, speaking, molding itself back into my bloodied leg. Then as someone or something approached, I passed out. Now as I sat in this dusty closed-in room I wondered what my next move would be. I heard the door being moved.
The slow shifting of stone on stone rubbed my nerves raw. I was able to shuffle over to the far end of the room but that much effort exhausted me. I leaned against the wall and sweat poured down my face. I watched the doorway with nervous excitement as it was pulled back and to the left. Since the doorway was so far back into the wall, I could not see who was there until they came into the room. Light filled the doorway causing a shadow to cast across the floor, then two, and then three. Three beings entered the room yet strangely they made no noise. No shuffling of feet or ruffling of clothing. The first person came into view and simply looked my way. Then when they all were present the person with the crystal staff spoke. I had not yet made the distinction of male or female since they all wore blood red velvet hooded cloaks. “There is a choice you must make and it will mean your life or your death. Your have been given the tools. Your task begins now.” The voice under the hood was whispered and echoed at the same time. I tried to absorb the message I was being given as they turned to leave.
“Wait! Where am I? What is this? What’s going on?” I bent my leg, pushed back against the wall and shoved up to rush forward. Surprisingly my aching stiffness had left my body. I ran to the door and peered down a darkened corridor. I sighed and slumped my shoulders. I felt a bit angered at the situation I was in. I mean I am in here receiving treatment for…wait a minute…I can’t remember what it was I am being treating for. I laughed. I laughed until I was bent over and tears came to my eyes. “WHOO!” I shouted into the darkness. “HAHAHA!” I inhaled a few deep breaths before walking over to the table where my bag sat. Curiously I peered at the cylinder. Tipping my head closer I looked over the top. It was an open container but nothing was inside. “Hmm.” I shrugged my shoulders and decided it did not concern me. Taking the bag off the table I walked over to the door and out into the hallway.
Immediately lights burst into flame. I saw that they were actually old fashioned wicked sconces.
Delicately sculpted to resemble, “Eyes?” I looked closer and the sconce blinked! I was startled but I learned in this place things are of the curious and strange. I quickly made my way down the hall my steps muffled on a sponged ground. I did not want to care but my mind went there and I looked down. The floor was gray and had the texture of a towel. Fuzzy-like and soft to the touch. Though it was sturdy enough to walk on there was a little give. Before long I was facing a curve in the wall. It split down two ways. The wall facing me had a tablet hung neatly in the center. The tablet had writing. I read the words. “Which way leads right. Which way leads wrong. Neither path will take you very long. Primal Instinct, animal nature will be born this day. Only it can lead the way.” I sighed, heavily. “This is some Cracker Jacked up shit. What am I supposed to do!” Frustrated and confused I leaned head against the wall. My arm cradling my forehead. I heard it. Softly. Like a whisper on the wind. Calling out. I lifted my head. “To the left.” I smiled as I began to walk down the path that curved downward to something I could not see. I held no fear. I knew that I was on my way out.
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