Of Light and Darkness

[Caira Ayryn]

For a while, the coarse sand that had found its way into her shoes, crunched in her coiled toes. After some time, the sensation dissipated, and the trail of grainy bread crumbs soon ran dry.

She left her path in the dust, so to speak, and soon, there would be no way to tell if she was even going in a relatively straight line anymore. Caira's shoe boomerang was the only thing that kept her from getting bored.

The prime continued walking, so far, she had not encountered too much that was dangerous, other than one time where she had walked forward, and twenty pounds of force slammed down on her shoulders, straight down her backbone, and shackling pounds on her knees. She walked in the heaviness with a slouch for a while, because had she not chosen one path, the only other place to turn was left - where there were no lay lines in sight. The abnormality of this sent shivers down her spine.

It looked like a black hole, or perhaps, a starless sky. Infinite black in that pocket of land, or space, or whatever. The explanation of this was assuredly danger, and Caira had not chosen to take the risk. Only later did she notice that the lines were actually on the ceiling.

But it was all relative. After all, what was a blue sky to some places, was black to other planets with no sun. Perhaps black all the time. Yes, that was a good comparison, however for Caira, who derived her energy from stars rather than the usual sustenance of food, she could certainly understand a world with a little weirdness and perhaps, rather preferred it.

There was no way to tell how much time had passed. The gray darkness seemed to shift every so often, so that it gave the impression that something or even more generally, this place, was alive. Fear tingled in her spine as her feet propelled her forward. Not too often, the shuffling sound of her soft footsteps, would be distorted, or perhaps even gone all together. This put the Camelot soldier on alert, but of course it did, anything unknown could be dangerous, right?

A groan came from her "stomach" and Caira was already feeling the weariness of fatigue. She decided that her feet had propelled her long enough, and though she had no idea how long she had traversed this very dismal void, she needed to take a moment and collect her thoughts. Maybe it was the monk in her, that had prompted her to meditate. She didn't – couldn't – doubt what felt natural to her. It gave her comfort, and brought her peace as she closed her eyes and the lines striating across like waves on the sea and streaking lines from air birds in the sky, were all washed away.

The strong-willed prime would not let her thoughts succumb to the darkness, even though it dwelled at every so-called "corner" of the room. With every inhale of thick air, her breaths became more labored and stiff. The air around her was constraining, as though wrapping around her like a python with cold steel chains. Her brow flexed, her closed eyes flinched, and the hair on her neck bristled with trepidation once more. It was almost as though her stomach had risen to her throat, heat and a flush of scarlet flooded to her face, and a burst of nausea swayed in her gullet, so that she had to gulp in order to keep down her angst.

Her purple eyes flared ope, and while she had little to piece her assumption off of, her jet black hair dangled down perpendicular to her shoulders, while her shoulders were being tugged in he opposite direction. Nerves flared to life and adrenaline pulsed through every end of her body.

Her hands reached out weakly, grasping nothing at first, but the thick force of pressure that was causing her body to float upward. Not only had the lines and rules of gravity, changed from underneath here but now she was being swept away with it. "Ahhh!" She exclaimed, and it echoed, all across the distance of the endless void.