#theres more to the story
BL: What is this place? … Is this the new Vault?
You press your hand against the entrance, as the stone begins to glow. It seemed to be reading the marks on your arm. The gargantuan boulder began to split at seams that were not previously there and opened up like a door. You walked inside to find a long corridor carved from stone. Clearly man-made, but evidently over millions of years old. As you enter, the door reseals behind you, and you are shrouded in complete darkness. This wasn’t like any of the other vault’s you’ve found. Continue to walk through the corridor, passing through what seemed like dozens of other hallways branching off from the main hall. The corridor finally opened up, and you found yourself in what looked like a throne room. Gold was piled high, and in the center, an extravagant throne covered in large eridium shards of all shapes. You noticed, though, that one was missing just above the head of the throne. You took the slab of eridium out of your pocket and balanced it in your hand. You had always had this, ever since you were a child. You had always assumed that maybe your mother left it with you before she left, or died, or whatever happened to her. You slowly approach the massive throne and climb onto the seat. You reach up and cautiously push the slab into the cavity. The hall began to quake as you jumped off of the throne, rolling into a pile of gold coins, a diamond shard cutting your arm. The throne itself split itself at an invisible seam and pulled apart, revealing a mirror. It was a strange mirror- not like one you’ve ever seen before. You pressed your hand against it, and it rippled, like water. You couldn’t see anything through it but when you pressed your hand against it, you saw two hands on the other side, both touching yours. You removed your hand from the mirror and read the inscription on the top. It read:
“Two is better that one, and one is weaker than two.
Enter in, and they will help you, for who knows you better than you?
But be wary, traveler, and don’t let your intentions go black,
For once you go in, you can never go back. “
You thought over the inscription for some while. Who know’s what’s behind that mirror. You made it this far. Were you really going to turn back now? You stood up slowly, and reluctantly pressed your hand to the clouded mirror. You closed your eyes, whispered “I’m sorry”, and pushed your way through the mirror.
And just like that, you were gone.
