ZAC
The light was too bright .
It burned into my eyes, searing brighter than the sun. I squeezed them shut, raising my arm to shield my face, but it did nothing. The ground shook harder, the forest roaring with the sound of cracking earth and shattering stone.
And then there was utter silence.
When I opened my eyes again, everything was gone and I was standing alone in a damp cave.
The air was cold and thick, and every breath felt heavy, filling my chest with stale air. The ceiling hung low, with jagged stones pressing down on me like the maw of some beast. The ground was uneven, scattered with sharp rocks that dug into my shoes.
But what made my stomach twist were the walls. They weren’t plain stone. They were covered in symbols in languages I didn’t know. They looked more like scra
