Hunt the Executioner (Ami)

Your finger slides through the course stone opening in the door until you feel the hole stop. The tip of your finger gently brushes the backside of the stone door as you patiently wait for what is to come. An eerie silence befalls the area, your breath quickens, a bead of sweat drops from your forehead, and finally, something happens. The eyes of the skull begin to glow a deep red, as if by magic. The door shakes for a brief second as a demonic voice billows forth from the door.

"The Demon has found you worthy"

Then in an instant, without warning, a cold piece of steel slides across the opening of the hole, the very hole your finger is currently in. It happens so fast, you barely have time to react before the pain sets in, warm red blood pooling around the opening of the hole. The steel slides back, releasing your finger, only to reveal that it is no longer there. Blood begins to pour from the cleanly cut wound as the stone door shakes even more violently this time, sliding sideways into the earth revealing a dark hole boring its way into the earth.

A warm, dry and musty smell meets your nose as you slowly make your way into the tunnel. Its dark, all around you a stone corridor descends deeper and deeper into the earth, but you push forward. After a few moments the tunnel levels out, only to open up into a small stone room. It is incredibly dark, however a few beams of light can be seen from the ceiling, tiny cracks in the stone and ground allow for slivers of sun light to enter, giving you just enough light to help you see. The room is made of stone for the most part, and is a perfect square, twenty meters by twenty meters. You look around the room taking notice of the fact that it seems to be barren. Until your eyes see it, and stop.

Directly across the room from where you entered, against the wall is a massive stone statue. It depicts an evil looking man, his face covered and his eyes staring intently at you. In his hands, a stone depiction of the very blade you came here to find, The Executioner blade. On either side of this statue is a door, one on the right side and one on the left, shrouded in darkness. As you take in the awe of the statue, you notice a stone plaque at its base, with words etched into it. You close in on the statue to get a closer look, seeing that these words appear to be scratched into the stone.

"Here, the final resting place of a man with no name. Feared through out history, only to meet his demise by an emotion no one knew he possessed. Thousands of men slaughtered, cities cleaved, and nations shaken, only to be conquered by love. This is not the story of the Executioner, but the story of the woman who finally tamed him. For this tomb belongs to three souls, The Executioner, his wife, Vivian Stern, and the sword that coated this land in blood. Those who stumble upon this grave, take this as your warning, turn back, leave this cursed place alone. For the man who holds the blade is not the demon you must fear."

The words linger on your mind, unsure of what to make of what you just read. You take a moment to gather yourself, you now have one of three choices to make. Do you take head of the stones warning, turn back and leave the tomb? Or do you venture deeper, taking either the left or right tunnel, both that without a doubt take you on a surprising and unexpected journey.

Which door do you take

You turn to the right, eyeing the right tunnel, that is the path you choose to take. As you make your way down the right tunnel, it gets harder and harder to see, as the light from the previous room slowly starts to fade away. Eventually you are engulfed in pure darkness, unable to see a single thing around you. You place your good hand against the tunnel wall, using it to guide you along, until the wall is no longer there.

Even though you can not see, you can feel the room open up, the air circulating around you. It is warm, dank and dry, however you can feel a light breeze coming from the other side of this darkened room, signaling an exit of some kind. You stand at the end of this tunnel, staring blankly into a pitch black room. You do not know its size, or what lies beyond, only that to venture further you must cross this room.

As you move through the dark room, you try to gather your footing, moving as slowly as you can. The room is pitch black, making it almost impossible to tell where you are going. You move about five meters forward through the room, taking it inch by inch, until your lead foot comes to rest at the edge of an opening. You instantly stop, feeling around with your foot as you quickly realize there is a hole in the stone floor in front of you. You have no idea how large or deep this hole is, but it is for sure in your way.

You continue forward, deciding to walk off the edge and into the hole. Your body begins to plummet downwards as the wind rushes past you, the darkness of the hole engulfing you completely. After several seconds of falling you slam into the bottom of the hole, feeling solid ground suddenly impact the bottom of your feet. Shooting pain rockets up your legs and into the rest of your body. While it is extremely painful, you manage to retain consciousness, holding on with pure will. (First attack prevention has been consumed) You look around, still cloaked in darkness, trying to figure out what to do next, as you feel a gust of wind from in front of you, indicating an opening or tunnel of some kind directly ahead of you.

Still trying to recoup from the pain of the fall, you push forward, assuming you have but one choice, to venture deeper into the dark abyss. The tunnel leads you upwards, the darkness continue to grow all around you. Eventually you feel yourself level out, and feel the room open up around you even if you still could not see. You once again are met with a large, pitch black room.

As you continue to hobbled your way into the next room, your heart drops as this room is no brighter than the one before it. You slowly push forward, trying your best to make your way through the darkness, only to feel something underneath your feet depress. You feel the stone beneath your foot sink into the floor, as a loud grinding noise instantly fills the room. Sand and dirt fall from the ceiling above as you hear the ceiling of the room beginning to slowly push downwards, towards you. The room was collapsing in on itself, and the young girl would only have moments to decide what to do next.

You make your way across the room as quickly as you can, trying to out run the now collapsing ceiling. You continue to not be able to see anything as the room is still pitch black, however as you reach the other end of the room, you use your hands to feel around, looking for an exit. Your hands feel the wooden surface of three doors built into the wall, one in the center, one on the left and one on the right. The ceiling continues to move downwards as you contemplate which door to take.