Chapter One-Another World

Edward knew he was into boys since birth. Everything about them made him feel all, what's the word? Gooey? Excited? They made him want to do something, anyway. He couldn't necessarily explain what that something was, but he could see that come five years, he'd probably be boning some cute bottom to Heaven and back.

Now I don't usually write with such vulgarity. I'm more of a sweet, polite storyteller who'd never describe what would occur in the bedroom. However, when it comes to Edward's rather drippy dreams, I can't ignore the sight of balls slapping against a plump arse.

It's important to say, though, that at the time being, there is no sexy bottom for the nonexistent 19 year old; so, for now, Edward will have to fantasise about Ben. Don't give me that grossed out look. I know you want some cuz-on-cuz action. Unfortunately for you slashers, Ben is straight. Oh, yes, he's as straight as a peen on a bean. I'm aware that if Edward ever tried to get extra friendly, he'd show him a proper fisting.

I'll inform you that the tomb they're now descending into is not of scatalogical origins. Their torches and trepidation testify to that too tightly.

"We're in. It didn't take long, did it?" Ben explained, sarcasm oozing out of his voice. "I mean, that labyrinthine entrance was a doddle, and those statuesque puzzles? Walk in the park. But, it still took fifteen minutes. Wow."

Edward rolled his eyes. He cast the torch around him, painting a fiery, golden image that was the opening corridor to this secretive place. "Don't blame me. How was I supposed to know there'd be all those obstacles there?"

"We should have persuaded James to come. He'd have breezed through them."

"Like we didn't try to persuade him. Look, at the end of the day, we're in. Let's press on, already," He cast him a commanding eye, and urged him forward with a gesture.

The corridor's length took them to a crossroads. Straight ahead was a continuance dissolving into unknown darkness, the left was crumbled away to inaccessibility, and the right was similar to the first. The two cousins panned their view between each of their routes, pondering over which one. Their young minds were not ready for such an unexpected decision. Where Ben felt slight fear, Edward felt pure adventure. "Which one shall we take?"

"I don't know. Um, do you think we should turn back and come tomorrow?"

"What? Are you insane? We've got to see where these lead!"

"What if they lead to danger? I heard that cave ins are frequent in the mountains," His light shivered at his nervous breath, rippling the area around them like an uncharted ocean.

"In natural caves, maybe. I promise you, Ben, that we won't find any danger. I'm tougher than I look," Edward smirked. Without a response from Ben, he continued down the right corridor. They found it curve to the left more and more, until they realised that it only led to the first's path. "What was the point in that?"

"I dunno," Answered Ben. "Perhaps they had excess stone or something."

"Probably not. You'd use excess stone on something that needs it, or at least put it in the reserves," Edward raised an eyebrow sceptically at the virgin path that they were to take, noting that it was raised only slightly above the other two. He ignored Ben's queries before finding the dismembered head of a forgotten statue, and struggling to throw it onto the walkway. Just as he suspected, it lowered itself tremendously at an incline, causing anyone on it to slide into an

abyss of horror. The violent sound of the stone, and the statue's head cascading a terrifying 9 seconds, destroyed all of Ben's confidence completely. He backed away from the drop, and ran to where the crossroads started without Edward. He saw the latter at the other end, peering around the corner. "You're going to give in?"

"You're not scared?! We could have died, Edward. I'm going home, end of story." Ben did not wait for his cousin's protests. He sprint away, down the hall, his light slowly fading away behind a corner. In that moment, all of Ben's transparent fear dissolved into Edward, who now stood alone at that precipice, that unheard sound of wailing wind threatening to plunge him into darkness. He now saw his breath, he could now smell the old, he now felt wisdom's hand guide him away from the tomb. But he didn't let them envelope him there; he had to see what was being so fatally defended.

What the path left was an extremely narrow ledge that was able to be shimmied across. He did not know how long he shimmied, or how many times he nearly lost his balance, but he made it to the crumbling finish.

Edward's pride was well earned; most explorers would faint at the prospect of shimmying over 250 feet. He smiled broadly, taking a look at the length he'd just left. At the end of it, where the crossroads began, he felt a prick of terror at the sight of a figure hovering there. In the darkness, it watched him. He thought he was imagining it, it was so dark. But it was there, and it silently shied down the right corridor like a shadow.

He widened his eyes with fear, trying to stretch his light to further. "Ben?" He bellowed vainly. The echoes dissipated to a low, quiet cry, the mix between an evil rumble and a man's deep sigh.

Dropping his torch by horror's touch, Edward backed to the wall. It was wet and cold. He grappled at it, trying to find something to hold onto, to grasp onto something that would keep him safe. A frigid hand awaited him, snatching at his manically, and dragging him into a hole in the wall. He could not escape a scream as he fell a thousand feet. His tears floated around him, shining like blue diamonds, and the torchlight above was snuffed out by something else. He cascaded towards his fate eagerly, until he touched grass.

He hit it with a thud, but no pain awaited him. "I'm outside," He said after a moment of pure astonishment. "I'm outside the tomb."

Yes, he was. He was where he began, only now the sun was beginning to set, and rainclouds were preparing to deluge. "What…?" Any attempts at explaining what had just happened were lost to him. No science could create what had just occurred, only an ancient magic allowed it.

Preparing to get up, and checking his body for any scrapes, he found that a scrap of yellowed paper had travelled with him. He unscrolled it to reveal a stunning font in black: Another world unlike your own is yours to discover, all you must do is know where to look with your significant other.

He fingered the words, finding the pen's impression light. He hoped that action would somehow make sense of what he'd read, as his adventurous nature had returned with palpability to intimidate. I think I understand that there are some things in this world that just don't have meanings. Any hints this leaf has shown me are definitely scattered to the wind that I returned by.

His journey home was not ruined by his wet companions. In fact, he favoured their presence. It added a mysteriousness to the view of the manor that stood silhouetted against a twilight of rising stars.

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