You stood in a place whose name you forgot, tall white walls, high and distant ceilings. Around you, ancient relics lay, weapons and armors, yet it was not an armory. A display place, a museum, the word comes to you all at once. You were in a museum, that sounded right, but then what happened next?
"What was that?" "An Earthquake?"
There was shaking, but not like the tremble of tectonic forces, too sudden, like a violent impact, but what sort of impact could create such reverberations so deep underground? Cracks spiderwebbed in the glass around you, tinkling as little shards broke free and rained upon the marble tiles underfoot. "Get out of the building!" "Get to cover!" People screamed, but…
There was a sword.
Your eyes couldn't stop looking at it, as the case protecting it broke.
All the cases broke, the glass shattering in chunks as the entire hall heaved, as though the earth itself had decided to rise up and dance.
It was old, tarnished, but better kept than many specimens in the gallery. The information placard beneath told you little, but the blue gem set in the crossguard was striking, a note of brilliant perfect lines and colour on that old and warped thing, once a weapon.
Maybe it was the inevitability of death that drew your eyes to it.
The way that it swung on its stand when the earth bucked, the way it suddenly came free, seeming to hang in space for a moment before you realized it was moving, that it had been thrown towards you, point-first.
Maybe you were seeing your life flash before your eyes, but you couldn't remember, all you could remember was tarnished steel and gleaming sapphire blue.
Rubble was crashing down, the whole hall was collapsing, someone pulled at your sleeve, someone was shouting in your ear. You turned your head to look at your little sister, but your heart ached, beating around the ancient blade that was piercing it. It felt like ice, yet searing with the heat of pain at the same moment.
You had… A Sister?
BLUE. BLUE. BLUE.
Breath enters your lungs, blood pumps in your veins, for a moment you are acutely aware of everything in your body, at once, aching and sore. A bad dream? The air tastes like dust, your chest feels heavy, and there's something in your eyes…
You open your mouth and let a groan emerge, it doesn't sound right. The lights are all out, the entire gallery is shrouded in darkness but for a flashlight next to you, pointed in your direction.
No, not a flashlight, some kind of lantern? It's a little ball, a few inches in diameter, glowing with a gently-pulsing brilliance that feels… Familiar? "What…" Your voice still feels wrong, and you cough a couple times. "What is this?" More unsettling still is what looms above it, next to the strange glowing orb, the sword, the blue gem seems to twinkle as though it is alive, and for all that it still seems aged and tarnished, you can't help but note that it is stuck firmly into the marble tile, transfixing n̸̨͕̻̣͂̿̚o̵̡̟̝̤͙̾̈́̑͑͜ͅ ̶̺̪͈͓̾͐͛̓͋͠ͅ ̴̱̮͚͛̐n̶̢͎͓̜̻̺̱̂o̷͔̱͍͐͑͛͛̀̕n̶̘͍̼͆͒̋ǒ̵̡̦̓̍̊͋̀͑ ̶̣̃̽̈̕͘̕͠ ̵͖͎̣̹̱̘̅̓̉̚ṉ̸̛͔̰̀̃͑̔̊̈́o̸͙̗̝̬̭̜̟̅̊̐̑̚ ̵̻͈͉̎̔̊̀̍͗̂ ̶͕̊̀̏́̅́͛Ī̴̟͍̰͚̣̖͙̀̄͝ ̶̳͈̭̜̄͌̽͝ ̸̨̡̰̠͖̑́̇͐̆̕ ̷̜̲̯̺̐̍͛̾̍̈́̚ͅc̶̩̩̲͚͇̣͛́̏̌̚a̵̢̨͖̱̗̤͉̓ ̷̮̻̪̬̓ͅn̷̢̺̝͎̰̊̈́͂̄̕'̵̭̠͙͈̜̓̉͋͗͌͊t̸͈̞̦̤̪̤̑̏ on the way down.
No one answers but for yourself, echoing back to you from the walls. "What happened?" The gallery looks destroyed, rubble looming from the blackness.
"Hello?!"
You call out, and only silence answers you, silence and the wrongness of your voice. You reach up and rub your face, but your… Hair?
It's then that you finally take proper notice of the swell of your breasts, breasts that certainly didn't have any hint of swell in your memories.
"What the FUCK!?"
This time, something does answer, a low growl from the darkness, like some massive cat is out there, and then you see slit-pupiled golden eyes catch the light…
[ ] Fight (Sword)
[ ] Item (Light)
[ ] Run (NOPE.)
