He walked as the shadows danced on the walls. He remembered his days as a spy, a traitor. A deceiver. The blue light from the seaweed cast a faint glow, moving in sync with the shadows as if they were two dancers twirling around each other.
Footsteps stopped. No sooner they have reached a dead end. And he knew, with crushing finality, that his life will follow after.
At last, fear had found him again. It was the final time he would ever feel it. And he could almost hear the clock ticking, counting down the last minutes before his breath is taken.
He closed his eyes. He felt the pounding of his heart. He felt the unusual cold of the cave and the darkness that surrounded him. His breathing was shallow. And fear pulsated as strongly as his blood ran through his veins.
Would he run away? Like he had always done? Cheat death as he always have?
He wanted to run. Run far, far away from here. It reminded him so much of his past when it was only emptiness that comforted him. But when he tried to move his feet, they would not budge.
Seconds pass. He set off to complete the task he volunteered himself to. He made a path, clawing his way through a thick but fragile substance that concealed his goal.
It was then he realized that it was different from before. He was sweaty, tired, and sick, but his body moved as if it had a purpose.
Fear demanded an answer, and he intended to give it.
He chose to be here. And he won't let fear control him ever again. People flashed through his mind: Jason, Rachel, Galloran the others. These were the people counting on him.
He placed the orantinum on the vein. If he were going to die, he was going to do it for people who made his life worth anything.
An arrow shoots the glass orb.
In that moment, light covered all darkness. The cave rumbled and shook, but Ferrin remained as calm as ever.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank you.