3. The Bad Place
Walking the corridors of the temple, I feel something I have not felt for centuries- fear.
Whatever evil it is that dwells in these loathsome halls has twisted even the music of Creation to its own ends, warping reality into horrible, horrendous parody. Hideous faces leer at me from the walls, hideous, hateful faces that twist and shift even in the unfaltering light of my staff, faces that should not be, faces that cannot be.
"This is a bad place."
My brother shoots me a glance as I mutter under my breath and I pretend I do not see it, but although I can ignore his gestures I cannot ignore his words.
"We could always have waited, brother."
I turn and look back at him, his cool grey gaze the one thing unwavering in this monstrous place.
"We could have, brother, but it would have been too late."
"Then onwards we must go, must we not?"
I cannot answer, cannot meet his gaze. I know he is right, but this place...
"Be it bad place or not."
I finally meet his gaze, and see tears sparkling there.
My decision is made for me there and then and I nod, though it pains me to do so.
Always he has been the one with words when I have faltered in my deeds.
Onwards we press into the temple, my fear mastered...
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