Sun 24th Aug 2025 04:16

Session 1 - Day 2 - Evening, The Second Chamber

by Elysiaera Calistrae

The second chamber was worse.
 
Not colder, not darker—but heavier. The air felt thick with memory. A chandelier hung above, its crystals dulled by time. A canopy bed stood rotting in the center, its silks shredded like forgotten dreams. No one living would sleep here. But someone had.
 
He was waiting.
 
A chamberlain, once proud, now hollow. His clothes hung in tatters, his eyes vacant until they found me. And then—rage. Not mindless hunger, but something deeper. “Why do you trespass in my lady’s bedchamber?”, his eyes said.
 
He struck first. I barely blocked it. The club hit hard, and I staggered. But something inside me snapped—not in fear, but in defiance. I remembered Branna Wren’s stories, the ones told over cider and firelight. About standing up when you’re knocked down. About choosing to be the hero, even when you’re bleeding.
 
I leaned into the pain. And I struck back.
 
My rapier found its mark—deep, true, final. He reeled, arms outstretched, as if trying to hold me back from something I couldn’t see. But I wasn’t stopping. I placed my hand on his chest and let Emberlash burn through him. Fire bloomed. The zombie burned. The bed ignited. The canopy turned to ash.
 
I stood there, breathing hard, watching the flames consume the past. I’m hurt again. But I’m stronger.
 
I returned to the campfire. The woods are quiet. I ate berries and bread. No dreams came. No shadows stirred.
 
Tomorrow, I go deeper.
—E