Skye

Blue was cautious about walking in. The cave looked like a cave that was on a horror film, and we were the pitiful couple that ended up getting traumatized. The cave looked endless, even though I knew it could only be around twenty feet was only one torch within five feet off the cave. It lit up what looked like a tiny fraction of the cave. Sunlight only trained to the torch, and then cut off when someone passed the torch. Slowly, Blue walked into the cave and towards the torch.

"Blue," I said warning him for traps. The inner core of the cave was as smooth as marble. There were rigids here and there, but my assumption was that they were carvings. He picked up the torch and waited, like he was expecting a trap to peek out and kill him. I winced and looked away. Nothing happened. He beckoned me behind his back and I slowly scooted forward. I felt something poke at my injured shoulder. The bandages were gone. I couldn't feel anything there anymore. Blue froze and bet down. He rubbed his ankle with his hand.

"No pain," he said surprisingly. I felt better on knowing both of us were safe, but I still felt suspense about walking around in some godforsaken cave in the heart of a forest. I walked up behind him and looked around. The torch revealed millions of tiny carvings on the wall. It was strange. There weren't any consecutive stories or people like you would see in a movie. They were scrambled. Some were of people and some looked like hieroglyphics. The farther we walked the more torches that came on. Blue saw the outlining of a door hidden behind a line of little stick people pointing at it. He pushed it lightly, but nothing happened. He leaned on the door. A loud rumbling shook the cave. I expected rocks to either block off the entrance to the cave, or to fall on us and crush us to death. It could possibly even do both. I hoped not. Rocks fell at the entrance of the cave. The torched blew out and I clutched to Blue. We were going to die in here. A burning tree appeared at the back of the cave. It was just big enough to where I could tell what it was, but it looked around ten feet away. This cave was bigger than it looked, taller rather than wider. I walked slowly towards it with Blue following cautioning my every move. More torches that were quenched from the miniature rockfall reappeared with another flame. I walked back to the door with the glowing tree. It was open. I stared dumbfounded. A dominating voice echoed through the cave. It was overpowering and loud. The main source of the sound sounded like it was coming from the inside of the door.

Your names, please.

The voice made my stomach swirl. I almost jumped back into Blue's arms.

I have short temper, and things to do. Your names, please?

I felt like I was being scrutinized. The second time, the voice sounded more like a demanding order than an imperative question. Blue swallowed and pushed me behind him. I gave him an, I-can-take-care-of-myself look.

"Jay Crastin and-"

"Skye Verastone," I say speaking up for myself. Blue arches one of his eyebrows and walked into the door. The room was… eerie. There was one, weak pool lamp hanging from a shadowed ceiling. The walls were shadowed, too. It looked like one of those questioning rooms you see at a murder scene in a movie.

Ah! Sit, Sit. I shall meet you.

Two chairs that I hadn't noticed before appeared behind the table as if we were looking at the wrong perspective to see them in the first place. I sat down with ease, but Blue stalled. Something crawled onto the table that I was all too familiar with. I felt every hair on my arms and neck stand. My body tensed and I felt frozen in place, like a statue.

In front of me, stood on its hind legs, a foot long cockroach.

The fact that it was a foot long wasn't the only thing that knocked me off guard. Blue put a warm hand on my shoulder to try and snap me back into reality, but I couldn't. Blue made eye contact with the creature, probably asking it if it could… change.

Ah yes, my largest apologies, m'am.

Everytime the voice spoke, it felt like someone was talking on another side of the room, but he was there. The roach was talking to me. The dilapidated light above me flickered dramatically and caught both of our attention. When I looked back, a man was sitting in a chair across from me.

"You, sit sit," he said turning to Blue. I couldn't tell his origin. He looked almost exactly like an American Indian, but he spoke like a Chinese man. He had curly grey wires for hair, but they looked neat and matted. He looked a little like an older version of Blue's dad.

"You two," he paused and wagged a finger at us smiling, "Very special," he said smiling. I began to wonder if we'd end up like the couple who magically turned into some prophecy like in the books and movies I had read and seen.

"Why?" Blue asked curiously. I wondered if he asked it purposely, over curiosity. The man turned to me and nodded, "You, knife thrower? Targets, yes?" I nod slowly, mostly from awe. I had only taken classes because my parents wanted me to know self defense. I actually enjoyed it, but I never expected anyone to actually know about it besides my family.

"And you," the Indian said turning back to Blue, "you shoot, yes?"

"Never said I was any good-" Blue started, but was abruptly stopped by the Indian's long finger hushing him.

"It matters not. You shoot, you learn to fight better," he said confidently, like he was planning on teaching us. "Bluejay, stand," the man said jerking him to his feet. The man murmured words and placed his index and middle fingertips on Blue's forehead. I began to feel worried.

"Thrower," he said referring to me. "The time?"

"probably seven thirty. Why?"

"Shush, child." The man said and went back to murmuring to Blue. When he stopped, he stepped back and looked at him. The Indian's bright eyes showed a hint of mystery hidden inside of the old man's body. Blue looked around. He seemed completely normal.

"Do you feel different?" I ask him. He shakes his head. The man calls to me. I stand. Guess it's my turn. I thought to myself. The man places his hands on my forehead, and I close my eyes slowly.