Tags: Aloth/F!Watcher (just a bit), angst
PoETober 2018
Prompt #8: Depths
En hefted Abydon's hammer, the weight of it in her cold hands nearly too solid for her to bear, and took a heavy breath. Then she swung it at the crystal.
A startlingly clear tone resounded through the cavern, shivering through her teeth, as a single crack opened. She turned to her companions standing across near the path leading out and waited for some sign it'd worked. They eyed their surroundings uncertainly, their exhalations fogging in the shard-lit cave.
Several long moments passed. Then a ripple shuddered over the water between them. Then another, and another, each larger than the last.
"Go!" she shouted.
But they hesitated, staring with wrought expressions. For a brief, terrible second, she locked eyes with Aloth, and in her mind flitted all the things she'd left unsaid.
There was no time for it now, though. Not any longer.
"Run!" she shouted again. "They're coming!"
Finally, they nodded and hurried to flee, Edér gripping Aloth by the shoulder when he still lingered. In short time they disappeared from sight around a corner, and neither did it take long for the quaking of the cavern to drown out their footsteps. It grew worse, deeper, with each passing moment.
En dug into the satchel at her side and pulled out the aged, rusting helm she'd found with Mylla's help. She set it over her head with shaking hands.
"Let's hope your invention works, Iverra," she muttered.
She fastened it shut, and then she readied the hammer once more.