STORY ARC #3 THROUGH THE BLACK DOOR
You Investigate Your Father’s Tomb
My darkest darling, I have a gift for you
Read the beginning of Through the Black Door here!
Though a sliver of your being wishes to pursue the visitor, you decide that the bouquet is of prime interest.
Under the violet light of the torches, you inspect the bouquet to which a letter is attached to one side.
You gather it and begin to read:
Rest now in peace as these words reach your daughter’s eyes.
My darkest darling, I have a gift for you.
The path to the future lies firmly rooted in the echoes of the past.
Return to the black door of old and enter a land hidden in the night’s shroud.
From there you may embark at your pace until we meet once more.
Warmest regards
-S
You sit conflicted as the specks of harbored memories remain obscured to you.
The time of clarity has not yet arrived and the storm outside continues to rage on.
Nothing remarkable is found with the flowers save for their color matching that of the torches.
But just past the doors are the whinnies of the black mare beckoning you forth.
As untapped emotions begin to bridle up, you peek out from the door and witness a familiar set of green eyes held in the face of the dark equine.
It stands at the cemetery gates awaiting your approach.
You begin sprinting towards the mare as the rain pelts you and soaks your clothing.
A grim chase ensues as you exit the cemetery and enter the shadows of your childhood forest.
Bolts of lightning scatter about between the massive dark pillars of trees as you struggle to keep up with the raw strength of the mare.
Adrenaline engulfs your bloodstream as the aches and pains from running are cast aside.
The mare gallops in line with a carved-out path that attracts the fury of the storm.
Perhaps by the stroke of bad luck, one lightning bolt deals enough damage for a tree to begin collapsing in front of your path.
You’re not far behind and in the heat of the moment, you must make a decision.