It all started from the middle of the story.
I didn't know how it began or what caused me to wake up here, but we were in the middle of the story.
A shudder. ...No not a shudder. A bloodcurdling chill slowly paced down my spine, squishing my insides and rattling my bones. I woke up in a horrible position (and time, judging the dim surroundings) and my back cracked several times. I never knew this place and I definitely remember not sleeping here. The view around me was very limited but it was enough to identify where I was.
I listened. Water trickled miles from where I was. Rocky walls moaned and echoed as I took the slightest of movements. The moist air became chilly with my slight claustrophobia.
I felt around with my hands. Everything was cold. Rocks and more rocks. But then I felt my own weapon, the bow. They were separated into the two swords but I was lucky to find both of them.
A cave.
How did I end up here in the first place?
My stomach made a snarl as the feeling of air closing me in grew. Fighting the ache off with a grunt, I advanced the undisturbed path with my double swords. Each blade gave off a faint glow that showed two feet away.
"Hello…?"
The rustle underneath my shoes answered. I picked up the old piece of loose leaf and tried to decipher it. It was beginning to crumple on the edges and most of the pencil writing withered away with time. I held my face close with the glow of the swords as my only light source.
'…it's impossible, some of us may not…'
Just as I finished reading, a low rumble shook the cave, crumbling the walls.
I'm not alone.