Achluophobia - 2 months
A/N: Happy President's Day! I had the day off, so I wrote up this short bit. I figured since everyone assumes Ahk has claustrophobia, I'd give you (your character) achluophobia: fear of the dark. It makes sense, ish. Oh, and I would reeeeeeally appreciate if you typed a little comment in that white box down there. :)
Disclaimer: I own... uh... nothing.
"Ow… I am never going to get used to that." You groan as your head bangs on the lid of your coffin. Keeping your eyes closed, you wait for someone to come let you out. By this point, you are used to having to wait, sometimes for an hour, for someone to come and get you out. Usually you keep your eyes closed and rest, even though that's what you've been doing all day. Tonight, though, you are rather antsy to get out. One hour passes, then two, and by this time you are starting to worry. That is when you make a huge mistake. You open your eyes, and it's pitch-dark. You don't remember it being this dark or cramped before. Your breath quickens as you slam your palms against the cold, inhibiting cover. Eventually, you pass out from hyperventilating.
When you come to, you are greeted by the same, unwelcoming darkness that met you before. You might be able to produce a small light with the stone's magic, but you're too busy freaking out to focus and concentrate the magic into light. You remember back when you were little and were brought to Midgard for the first time.
You were 7, and had always slept with some kind of light-source in your room to keep out the dark. But that was back on Asgard; here on Midgard, you had no such night-light. So when you awoke from a nightmare, it was pitch-black. You had never experienced such darkness before and responded accordingly.
"MOTHER! FATHER! WHERE ARE YOU?" Your distraught cries sent your parents in a frenzy trying to find you. By the time they had lit a torch, you had lost yourself in the large, cold, castle and were too far away for the light to reach you. You spent what felt like hours searching, until you found a royal guard who quickly returned you to your worried parents.
Slamming your fist into your prison, you yell, hoping someone will hear you. Tears well up in your eyes as your voice goes hoarse and the fear of being forgotten envelopes you. The darkness drains what little energy you might have left and you let out one last cry. It isn't long before your sobs shake the entire sarcophagus.
"(Y/n)?" You instantly stop at the sound of a familiar voice. Yelping in surprise, you squirm as the locks snap undone. The cover is removed, revealing a worried Sacajawea.
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Wea POV
I cannot believe the sight lying in front of me. (Y/n) is bruised, bleeding, but most of all terrified. Gently, I lift her out of the wooden chamber and into the dimly lit room. I lower us to the floor; placing her in my lap. I offer no words as the two of us sit there on the floor, rocking back and forth. I rub circles into my precious dei's back, hoping to calm her trembling.
"S-so dark." She whimpers, her voice raw from crying.
"It is alright dei', you are safe now." I stroke her hair as I sooth her.
"I was all alone."
"I am right here."
"No one could hear me." I pull her head from where it is buried in my shoulder so that I can look her in the eye.
"But I did. (y/n), I have no excuse for not coming to get you earlier, and I am truly sorry for doing so. However, I can promise you that I will never let it happen again. Ok?" Her blood-shot eyes look up to meet my brown ones. With tears gone, a smile ghosts her face.
"Thank you, sis."
"Of course, my little dei'." Wiping off the blood from a cut on her forehead, I promise myself that this will never happen to her again; not while I am here. I will be a better friend to her; and a better sister.