Lucky Charm
Curled up in foetal position, Daniel stared at the candlestick right before his face. All his body shook violently as he couldn't take his eyes away from the sweet, sweet fire. His head was pounding and cold sweat covered his entire body as he held that peculiar item in his hands as if his life depended on it.
And he knew how futile it was, for that item wouldn't hurt anyone nor prove useful in this damn dungeon. All it did, in fact, was encumbering one if his hands endlessly.
Still, he couldn't let it down too long; he wasn't able.
Daniel needed to touch it; he needed to feel it. All the time.
In another time, perhaps, he felt like he would have laughed at himself, though he didn't remember who that old self of his was…
But he knew bow absurd he looked at that moment.
A grown up man curled up in a small room by a candlestick, shaking and whining in fear as he cried, and as he held close to his heart that stupid item.
If he wouldn't have laughed at himself, Alexander would have done so for sure.
He had taken that on a table a long time ago… Or was it only recently? Daniel wouldn't know anymore…
How silly that was?
It was like when he was a child; his mother had told him to carry around a rock that she had given him when he was stressed or anxious. He believed her for a short while, but soon enough decided that he was far too big to believe in such bedtime stories.
And now, funnily, all he hoped for was a cute bedtime story.
And his mother.
Through that thought, his mind cleared up lightly and he felt like he was regaining his sanity slowly. And he also realised that he had wet his pants…
He swallowed and closed his eyes, hugging that precious worthless possession of his.
In fact, it was Alexander's possession. But that didn't matter anymore.
In the distance, he listened as the monster that had been running at him previously was destroying a door, thinking the man was behind it. Daniel was terribly glad that it was visibly too stupid to understand the geography of its own territory.
Time went by and he caressed the cold surface of his little treasure.
And he thought that it was time to continue on… If he wanted to survive, that was. Still shaking lightly, Daniel sat up, his left hand firmly gripping the handle of his object of motivation.
With and incredible amount of strength that the poor man didn't seem to have anymore, he raised and stared at the door he was about to open. Daniel sighed softly.
Next time a monster was attacking him, he was hitting it with that.
Daniel chuckled as he raised his left hand into the light.
And he smiled to the teapot as it seemed to grin maliciously to him.
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