AN: I made a new resolution, in which I will try to update daily, and at least 1000 words per chapter. Now without further hesitation, enjoy the new chapter!
Chapter 7: The glow of the torch!
With my renewed energy, I bolted down the cave, smiling and singing, occasionally stopping to mine an ore deposit. When I ran out of breath, I sighed, and sat down. I had stowed my torch as I began to sit, and darkness engulfed me. I quickly drew a torch and threw it to my feet. It emitted a warm glow, illuminating the area around it. Sometimes, I thought that the torches had a mind of their own. They seemed to want to protect me, and the glow strengthened me. They had a quality that no other light I had seen had, just an originality to them. The glow was one that protected me, the flickering flames that warmly comforted me. Staring into them and following the flames as they flowed about the top of the torch seemed to bring my mind off all other things and brighten my heart, even in the darkest times. The glow of the torch was something I would never understand. I shook my head, and stood up, looking behind me. The sight that I was confronted with was one of endless perfection, with flowing details carved upon the front. It was a chest wrought of pure gold, glittering in the torches beautiful glow. I smiled, and carefully unlatched the small lock, gently opening the glittering storage vessel. I peered inside. A couple of golden coins, some glow sticks, a stick of dynamite, and a decorated boomerang. I carefully removed the dynamite, making sure it didn't touch any torch, and put it near the bottom of the pack. The torches didn't light until taken out, so it could easily be stored with them. I then removed the coins, and shoved them into the pack, cheering in my head. I took the glow sticks out, and threw them away; the sickly green glow was not welcoming. Finally, I removed the boomerang. It seemed magic, and it let off a faint blue light. It seemed dull though, and I wasn't sure how much damage it would do. So I would remember to test it on a zombie or demon eye, I kept it strapped to my belt, along with my sword. I then locked my eyes on the chest. It looked like, when reduced to item size, it would fit in the pack easily. But something stopped me from breaking it, perhaps a spell on the chest, or perhaps the nicer side of me. It looked nice sitting there, brightened by the eternal torch light. With some regretfullnes and self-pity, I decided to leave the chest for some future adventurer to admire. And just to be nice, I left some silver coins and some torches inside, in case the carved beauty was ever found.
After that, I was ready to go to the surface. But how was I to get back? I looked around me, and suddenly had no idea which way I came from. Seven paths, none I recognized. Fear and despair entered me again; Evidently, I was lost, and the things I found wouldn't help. I panicked, and looked around for some hint or footprint. But I found nothing. My stomach lurched horribly, and I felt as if I was going to lose my dinner, but hung on to it. That reminded me how hungry I was; I hadn't eaten in almost a week! I decided to break my fast, and chomp a mushroom to just one half of the stem in one bite, before throwing the meager remains on the floor. I then looked at the ceiling of the cave, the unforgiving and cold stone and thought, "Why must things like this always happen?" I put my head in my hands, and without any very good reason, I sobbed, hoping that I could escape soon. No words could describe the horrible position I was stuck in: The hero of Terraria, the only hope, was now stuck in a cave, almost out of food and completely lost in a complex cave system. The guide was probably worried sick, and I wished I could somehow apologize to him, for never listening. In my sadness and misery I happened to spot something wooden in the corner of the room I was in. Momentarily forgetting my troubles, I slowly walked over to it. A small and cracked wooden chest, slowly rotting, sat in the corner. I guessed that I didn't need the contents, but still opened it. It was then, that a miracle happened, one that made me want to faint with bliss: the only thing inside was an undamaged magic mirror. Dust and cobwebs had piled up on it, but it was otherwise new looking. I picked it up, and, grabbing my torches, stared in. And in the mirror of hope, I saw myself, smiling gleefully. I was still the hero of Terraria, and I was ready to get back to saving the world, step by step!
AN: Sorry, this fell a bit short of 1000 words, but it was fun to write. Thanks for the continued support!