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The mist was suffocating. Who would want to live here? I stood carefully taking it all in. there was a silence here, so deep that I knew I was alone. Not knowing where to go or what to do, I took out the stolen page. The whole thing was devoted to alternate realms, some with lots of detail. Some realms were considered dead, empty. Others were dangerous, meant solely for the banishment of wrongdoers. I could only wonder what type of realm I stood in.
On a hill a ways up there was a crumbling tower. Some long dead monument of a lost kingdom. I felt the earth beneath my feet crunch and give, void of life. The mist swirled around my body as
I moved forward. I wasn’t sure how this was helping me, but I had yet found a reason to mistrust the Realm ripper so I continued in search of unknown knowledge and unknown help.
As I walked up the crumbling path I finally heard the first bit of noise reach my ears. It was a relief to finally hear something other than myself. What I heard didn’t help me though. Waves crashed around the coast a mile away. I was high enough up that I could see the black waters swirl and threaten the vacant island. This was truly a place of punishment.
The tower loomed over me its jagged peaks daring me to enter. There was no door for me to break in, no lock to keep me out. Just an arch way covered in runes. I touched my hand to the wall for a second; my fingertips brushing the symbols lightly. My eyes popped when the runes glowed bright. Quickly I pulled my hand away. The runes faded before my eyes. The right side became void of runes so I wondered if I had imagined them. But when I looked to my left there were still some on the other side. I reached out to brush my hand across them as well, hoping for the same effect.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
I flipped around and found the Realm ripper standing behind me. His runic markings that covered his body were glowing brightly without any outside help. It was this place.
“Why?” I asked as I stared at the runes deeply wanting to test out the glowing thing again.
“Some things should remain…forgotten.” He looked down at his own glowing form. Habit brought my own eyes down to my arm. I jumped away from the archway when I saw what was on it.
A spiral of runes, just like the ones the arch held moments before worked their way up my right arm. The shock of having them on my body faded quickly when shock of understanding them took its place.
Enter all you who are daring. Enter all you who are lost. Enter all you who seek revenge. Through the mist, Enter all.
“You see,” said the Realm ripper “Some things are better left unsaid.” He grinned at me for a moment. “It’s a good look for you.” He said staring at my arm. And with that he split open the air around him and stepped into blinding light. He vanished in a heartbeat.
