[X] Stay calm and keep moving at the pace you've been keeping.
You need to be calm. Whatever is lurking in the darkness, it is moving slow. No need to panic. Yet.
Mustering your courage you look away from the void and get back to walking. Your instincts scream in protest at this decision and you are doing every in your power to suppress them. Just got to keep walking, Medea. Ignore the unseen horror that's literally crawling out of an abyss to get you. If you run it'll just speed up its ascent to get you. You think. You honestly have no idea. Frankly, you didn't even want to know. Knowing what was after you was something you could do without.
You crossed the length of the bridge and entered the tunnel on the other side, you start to calm down but you never quite feel at ease. You don't know how far that thing will follow you but you are not going to stop just to find out. Once more you traverse through the twisting and turning tunnels of the cave, following the wisps that guide your way. At one point you come across three different paths through the cave, but fortunately the wisps lit the way that you assume was the correct way. You wonder if you were to run back there if you'd have taken one of the other paths? Where do they lead? Do they lead to dead ends?
Regardless, you come up on another lit chamber like the first one you encountered in this cave. And just like before another vision of the past begins to fade in to view.
"Oh, joy... Another one of these..." You said sarcastically. "I'm going to wake from this dream with clinical depression, I swear..."
You see the ghostly image of a wall with a large window and in front of it some sort of console. Two shadowed figures sit at it, one resembling the Dr. Axford figure from the last vision, the other had more feminine figure but also seemed to be wearing a lab coat. On the other side of the window was Rebecca, still in her orange jumpsuit and sitting about ten feet away from a stool and drinking from a glass of water..
"What's on the agenda for today, doctor."
A deep baritone voice from behind you spoke. You turn around and see another ghostly figure walking towards the scene. What was odd was that this person you could see
as an actual person and not a shadow figure. They were an older man, maybe in about his fifties or sixties. He had a grizzled sort of look to him, looking something like part-Clint Eastwood, part-Dennis Quaid, and dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and red tie.
"Just testing to see what kind of magic this brat uses. Just finished up."
Dr. Axford says, sounding disturbingly detached from the proceedings. "What brings you down here, Knight?"
"I just listened to your taped interview with the girl."
The "Knight" said, shrugging. "Got to say, a little unorthodox for the doctor to do most of talking."
The doctor groaned in annoyance. "Judging by the evidence presented from your reports I had already guessed we had another "Corfu Incident" on our hands. I just wanted the confirmation so I could go on with the rest of my day."
Dr Axford said as he adjusted a few knobs on the console in front of him. "Fifth one this goddamn month. How many does that make so far this year? Thirty-seven?"
"Thirty-two, doctor."
The female figure said.
"Thank you, Molly."
Axford nodded to the woman, now identified as "Molly." He looks over his shoulder to the Colonel. "So mind explaining why you are here, or did you really just come all the way here just to tell me about how I handled that interview?"
"I'm just here to see what you've learned,"
He said, shrugging. "I was curious as to what her magic was. I was on site when we came to pick her up. Nasty business that was."
"Yes, yes, I read the report..."
Dr. Axford waved his hand in exasperation. "Kids exploded, girl found in their blood, extraction team shows up, site burned to the ground and all occupants and witnesses purged. Yada, yada... I think I've become desensitized to shit like this."
The doctor shuffles around a few papers resting on the console before pulling a single sheet from the pile and handing it to the Colonel. "Here."
The "Knight" takes the sheet of paper and looks over it. After about a few seconds his eye widen and he looks to the scientists.
"Is this accurate?"
He asks.
"I'm not blind, Knight Wells. It is accurate."
Dr. Axford replied annoyed. "So do we have the all clear to euthanize the girl yet?"
"No,"
Wells chuckles, sounding way too evil for its own good. "I think we just found the latest asset to our cause."
You hear the doctor groaned in annoyance as the scene begins to fade out. It kind of disturbed you that he would react that way to being told they weren't going to kill a child. With this vision done you continue to press on to navigate through the tunnels.
This was starting to become a pattern you realized. Go through some tunnels, enter a chamber, watch a vision, go through some more tunnels. Repeat.
Honestly you were getting pretty sick of it. It was making you regret not choosing to walk through the swamp, because at least a bog has more to offer you than a near featureless set of tunnels. Shit, and at least that thing that's lurking in the dark wouldn't be there. You still felt its presence coming for you, but you seem to be moving faster than it at the very least. A small comfort, but a comfort none the less.
However after what seems like an eternity of traversing through these god-forsaken tunnels, you spot a light in the distance. At first you thought you thought it was yet another chamber, but as you approached you realize the light was different, more natural.
It was the way out of this cave!
You began moving faster, attempting to clear the distance for you to finally leave. The light from the exit got closer, the scent of the forest reaching you. You were so glad to be almost out of here you don't even bother realizing that you are able to smell in a dream!
Soon enough you exit the cave and prompt drop to your hands and knees.
"Finally!" You cheered. "Something other than that cave!"
After enjoying your new found environment for a moment, you push yourself up from the ground, inhaling deeply the forest air into your lungs. You looked around, seeing the dirt path before you, trees lining the sides of the path with wisps bobbing to and fro between the branches, stretching out to a stone tower that looked like a rook chest piece not too far in the distance.
"Guess that's where I got to go." You said.
Despite the dark ominous woods surrounding you, you didn't feel the unease you felt when you first entered the forest. Perhaps it is because you had a clear destination ahead of you? It takes maybe fifteen minutes to walk to the tower. Fifteen uneventful minutes. Though during that time you heard some... strange
noises from the woods off in the distance, but nothing close that would cause you to worry.
Now that you neared the tower, you got a better look of it: The tower was made of gleaming white stones, mostly smoothed and polished to an almost supernatural extent. But looking at it filled you with an odd sense of dread, but not without a certain thrill of an adventurer's delight. As you gazed upon the structure, the nebulae that filled the sky seemed to twist and warp around the structure, as if its presence distorted the air around it. As you continued to look upon it the surface of the tower seem to change, and you could now trace both inscriptions and crude carvings. The writing was some form of ancient Nordic script, but unlike anything you had ever seen in books. It was the pictorial carving, however, that held your attention. They were images of great mythical beast, carved in a way similar to the Nazca Lines. Pictures of dragons, giant birds, sea serpents, and more were scattered across the surface of the tower.
As you approached, ghostly images began to appear. Time for another vision, it would seem.
This time it was just of a girl, no older than sixteen. Looking at her, you reasoned this must be Rebecca, now much older. She stood at about your height now, her hair much more grown out and unkempt, and had shadows under her eyes signifying a lack of sleep. Attire-wise she seemed to favor darker, more gothic clothes; a tight black shirt that seemed to hug her body, a dark violet mid-thigh length skirt, black finger-less gloves, dark grey tights that were covered in a spider web design, and black military-style boots.
From the side that Knight Wells guy from the last vision walks up to her, now much older than before. He was dressed in a much more casual attire, blue jeans, a dark blue shirt, a thick flannel jacket, and hiking boots. Slung around his shoulder was some sort of riot shotgun.
"Ready for your first mission, Rebecca?"
Wells asks, getting his weapon ready.
"I guess..."
She yawns. "Can't we just stay at camp and get some sleep instead? Do this in the morning?"
"No. We do this now."
He said with stern disapproval for her attitude. "Command is expecting this to get done as quickly as possible. Don't make me regret putting your name out there for recruitment."
"I'll try not to,"
She shrugged. "If I recall correctly you said my choices were to join, die, be a willing lab rat for the rest of my life, or go through the painful process of being stripped of my Gift. You didn't really give me many appealing options."
"Just be thankful you are with us instead of being forced into some magical union like the I.B.M."
He sighed. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. "Now to recap the mission briefing: We are to go to this abandoned house to investigate links to supposed supernatural activity in this forest, find what is causing it, and eliminate it if at all possible."
"Weren't there a few missing persons cases link to this forest?"
She asks. "Why didn't anyone step in before?"
"It was deemed a low priority level threat."
He explained as he put the paper away. "Nothing too extreme that would expose the world at large to the supernatural, but small enough to garner some local folk lore around it. Hence why it is being used a your training mission."
"Whatever you say,"
She shrugged.
"Just remember all the good the Inquisition does, Rebecca."
The man sighed again. "Now let's go."
And with that, the spectral images of the two faded away.
"So I guess that was the point she entered the forest," You mused. "I'm guessing it didn't turn out too well for her..."
Putting these thoughts out of your mind for the time being you approach the tower, towards a steel door. The door looked rather plain in comparison to the rest of the tower, but lacked any sort of handle in which to open it. On the door was an inscription that read:
To reach what you seek,
Answer this riddle truly.
Fail, and you shall surely perish.
"From home I went,
from home I made my way,
I saw a road of roads,
and a road under them,
and a road over them,
and a road on all sides."
Of what do I speak?
You frowned. You didn't like the sound of that. Answer this riddle correctly or you'll die? What sort of security system is this?
"I hate this stupid magic bullshit..." You muttered to yourself.
Despite that, you realize that the sooner you answer the riddle the sooner you'll be out of this situation. You began looking around, hoping to see some sort of clue when you spot an open window on the tower, just a few feet above the door. It was odd to say the least as you didn't notice it previously when you were looking at the tower. But that could be a way in and you could void the riddle. It might be difficult though, there were no obvious foot holds for you to climb up, but you used the carvings on the walls to climb. It would be incredibly difficult but you don't doubt you could do it.
Of course, this was just one side of the structure. Maybe if you look around you might find a alternative entrance.
[ ] Answer the riddle - Write in
[ ] Attempt to climb to the window.
[ ] Search for another entrance.