I was frantically trying to find a way out of the door that had shut behind us. Amongst my discoveries was the fact I wasn't the only person who had been trapped like a rat behind this door and wanted to leave. Amongst frantic writing etched in with fingernails, were marks left by fingernails trying to claw their way out. At least I wasn't at that stage yet, I was just frantically reading like a mad man.
"The door won't open Lorentino." Siara was using her calm rational voice, which was the opposite of how I felt.
"You don't know that, I could find a way, or I could burn it open, fire solves everything."
"Not this, its a one way door, we'll have to go in to get out." I didn't like the way she said that, and so while she left me to go deeper in I continued trying to open the door even though the bones nearby seemed to indicate what she was saying was true. I hate just admitting things like that! I have to keep trying futiley to escape at whatever cost! I think that philosophy is why I still am a necromancer, the idea of dying is too horrible to even ponder. Its why I didn't want to go deeper into the cave, because I couldn't be sure what was down there, or what was waiting and how I could get out. On top of that some of the things I'd read on the outside of the door about the nature of what may lay below was utterly terrifying. No I won't tell you what that is, I want to just leave you thinking about what it could be! No it wasn't fluffy kittens, there is never a cave full of fluffy kittens.
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