You Don’t Have a Choice

You leave Celeste to finish the box. You grab a sandwich for lunch. As you take your first bite you hear a screech.

Dozens of bat winged monsters begin entering the camp. You need to get to Celeste.

You run in and find her giggling.

“Celeste is it done!”

She nods.

“We have to use it or they are going to kill us all!”

You grab the box.

“Here goes nothing!”

You open it. At first nothing seems to happen. Then a breeze seems to flow into the box. The breeze becomes a wind. The wind becomes a hurricane.

You feel dark things flowing by you, things that make your hair stand on end. As the wind grows stronger, evil things pass through you leaving little bits behind. The experience is terrifying.

You feel your very soul being stained by it. You scream like a madwoman.

Then it stops. The lid closes.

Celeste looks up at you with an innocent expression. “Did it work? Are you ok?”

You are far from ok. “I’m good.”

She smiles at your lie. “I’m so glad. I was worried it might destroy your mind.”

She gives you a big hug.

“Let’s go see the beautiful thing we’ve done.”