MYGOSH! I'VE FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS! I REALLY THOUGHT i ERASED THIS YEARS AGO o.o I'M SOO SORRY!
I've decided, out of my guilt to continue on *bows* It's up to you to review but it would be greatly appreciated...
Chapter 3
The sun shined brighter as the day progressed. Dark's body ached like never before. He slowly opened his pained eyes and found himself chained to the wall. More importantly, he was chained in a dungeon that looked oh so familiar.
He finally gathered his bearing and easily escaped the metal cuffs. Everything felt familiar; from the wet walls to the rusty chains and to the⦠hidden door behind some loose bricks. How he knew that, he didn't know. Dark those know he needed to get out of there or he'd go insane. Then he remembered⦠'Daisuke! Daisuke!' he screamed in his mind but no one answered. He clicked his tongue; the Niwa's presence was no longer there. He couldn't feel him anymore.
Dark quickly made his way to the secret pathway he supposedly knew and escaped from the suffocating place and smell. Everything was dark, no light, no shadow but Dark knew the way even with his eyes close and hands tied behind his back.
Soon, a door way appeared and quickly opened it with much difficulty. Light slowly streamed in and soon he found himself in the middle of the forest. He jumped when the entrance he came from suddenly collapsed on itself, burying the escape route. "That- That was close..." he breathed in.
Where was he? He didn't know. But where ever he was, he needed to find Daisuke before anything else.
He made his way deeper in to the forest. Something told him, he was going the right way. Every single thing up till then felt nostalgic. Dark step into a small clearing within the forest, his heart sank.
There sat a few logs, some broken tents and other clues that life used to exist here. He'd been here before. A memory fragment quickly resurfaced from his mind. In the middle of twilight, he and together with some other people we're laughing, having fun around a lighted camp fire. The same rotting campfire facing him today.
Dark fell unto his knees. It confused him how his heart easily wavered at the pitiful sight. He shouldn't show weakness, especially to something non-living, something he might possibly not even know.
When he was about to stand and walk away, a small yet fierce voice yelled. "Who's there?"
As a reflex, Dark jumped and hid behind a tree. He felt stupid for letting his guard down. He never let his guard down, never.
A small framed woman with long ebony hair and nostalgic chocolate eyes came out from the crowd of trees. She wore slightly tattered clothes and had a bow ready to fire on her hand. 'Risa?' he first thought but upon closer inspection, the woman carefully patrolling the camp was older and had more experience written all over her. Plus, Risa doesn't know how to use a bow and arrow, Dark thought.
He could sneak away easily without that woman noticing, but instead Dark step out from his hiding spot. The archer jumped and raised her bow when leaves crackled under Dark's feet.
She gasped who she was seeing right in front of her. The very person she thought died two years ago, the very same bluish purple hair and the very same deep violet eyes. But something was different; his eyes no longer held the same hunger, the same strength it once did years ago.
Dark felt uncomfortable under her intense gaze. It would have been better if she had shot him so he could talk his way out rather than this uncomfortable silence. He scratched the back of his neck and decided it wasn't even worth it. Just when he was going to turn around and leave, the woman spoke. Spoke in her softest, most hopeful voice.
"Dear, is-is that you?"
To be continued...
I will.. I promise(?)
