We came back to the eerie cave where the vases crowed the whole inner walls of the rock cave. Mulan was searching relentlessly for the vase the witch described.
In our previous journey, we had come across a witch within the land and she spoke of a Cave near the Castle. The Witch had told Mulan and I that if we headed to the outskirts of my kingdom and searched deep in the Black Forest, we would find a the Cave of Souls. Filled with vases of past and present trapped souls that the Wraiths would collect and store within this cave. She told us that we had to carefully look for a vase that looked peculiar in a way that our hearts would recognize. And to listen carefully for the calling soul.
Looking now in this cave, was making me almost laugh at her words, all the vases looked peculiar and magnificent. She also told us to tread carefully within the cave because only those who have witnessed the death of the perished soul one are only able to summon the soul out of the vase.
I searched each vase endlessly already feeling defeat only to suddenly ask the question that was in my mind this whole time.
"Why didn't that spirit see us when we were on the edge of the cliff?"
Mulan looked up at me with surprise, because it had been deathly quiet within the cave as we searched. She stared at me for a second before going back to her searching replying, "I don't know. They may only be able to see with sound or movements." I nodded trying to understand, but all I knew was Mulan had saved us both.
We began to venture deeper and deeper inside of the eerie cave, only to now here the echoes of spirits speaking and moaning out. It was almost as if these souls sensed our presence and wanted freedom from whatever eternity they were facing. But from learning from my mistake earlier, if we released any of the other souls they would come and devour us.
I stayed as close as possible to Mulan as she led the way through the cave. She kept her hand on her sword that rested within its holster, not wanting to take it out from fear of knocking over any more vases. I was much more careful from where I treaded now, I didn't want to make another incident.
It seemed like we were in the cave for days just roaming around endlessly for a certain vase a part from the millions that were here, like looking for a four-leafed clover in a meadow of clovers.
Suddenly, I remembered the feeling I had on the cliff side as I was staring at Mulan. I glanced her way watching her tirelessly search and search for what seemed like a lost cause. I felt my heart quicken and my blood rush to my cheeks from what I was about to ask her.