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You wake up in a dark black room. You don’t remember how you got there, but it smells familiar, like the whiff of a memory. Was it middle school? The Beach? You can’t quite tell.
In the corner you notice the unmistakable glint of light— a doorknob!
In the corner you notice the unmistakable glint of light— a doorknob!
What do you do?
Behind the door is blinding, but not because of light— No, it impossibly it feels darker, like walking through ink. You walk forward on unsure legs until slowly -one by one- pale, slender fingers uncurl from the black. They beckon in a wave like motion.
What do you do?
When your hands meet you can feel how cold they are. Slowly, as your fingers lock, the figure can be seen- tall, the weight of loneliness or maybe something else arching their back like a cane. They wordlessly lead down too many stairs to count until you are faced with two doors.
Which do you choose?
One you touch the knob you are wrapped in light and dressed in robes, unfamiliar. Once you are dressed, the door swings open and you hear the voice of the figure. He tells you of horrible creatures that roam the dark, he cannot leave until they are slain. You must do it for him.
You fumble into the dark clumsily, your hands outstretched until you collide with the undeniable texture of tree bark. Your hand leaves a visible stroke of light, that grows into a forest. Above you see an owl, ahead you see hoof tracks.
Which do you follow?
You trek after the owl it’s eyes peering back at you as it soars. You don’t know where it’s taking you but suddenly you hear a rumbling voice echo off a mountain and rattles the ground.
“LEAVE RED HOOD!” It shouts as a shadow looms over you. Surely this must be one of the beasts
“LEAVE RED HOOD!” It shouts as a shadow looms over you. Surely this must be one of the beasts
What do you do?
You stand your ground and peer up the mountain to see the source of the voice. They stand tall but- hardly a beast. They stand poised with a rock in their hand and speak again.
“No red hood will ever hurt my family or friends again!” And just then the rock strikes you.
“No red hood will ever hurt my family or friends again!” And just then the rock strikes you.
What do you do?
You explain to the figure that you haven’t hurt anyone, you don’t know what it means to be a “Red Hood”. They explain that the red hoods have been conquering and burning the forest to claim as their own. They can’t explain this to you,time to fight. Their friend needs their help.
What do you do?
You desperately ask for a chance to prove you’re not like them. You even offer to help them find and help their friend. The figure thinks for a long moment.The trails are dangerous alone. It would be better together.They finally turn back and accept your help,after one last rock.
TO BE CONTINUED.
