You know I hate when things open on their own. I mean sure the wind does it, or bad latches or any number of other reasonable explinations. But a cellar door opening up and flooding a room full of a green light? Not probably a latch or wind issue (I say probably because you never know, could be a faulty latch that just opens and a green lantern down below was left burning? You don't know!).
I was mildly alarmed. You know just moderately afraid of what was down there. I mean the object had just combined a mother and her son into some weird flesh abomination and then this cellar door opened up? Yeah I was hesistant to explore, my first thought was to burn down the farm and just call it a day. That's when the cellar talked to me.
"Trezlan," The voice was like a whisper coming from all around, "Lorentino." Glad it used my full name in case there was another Trezlan around (there are no other Trezlans, despite me living hundreds of years there has never been another real one, my heir using my name as a pirate of course excluded).
"Not listening." I was actually listening, because I heard it you see, so I couldn't have not been listening to say I wasn't listening, understand?
"Trezlan," The voice changed to be more of a womans voice, "Come on don't be afraid, these peasants were just that, peasants, I sent them to get you, now come down here, come down here and be with me." I hadn't exactly expected whatever was in the cellar to have called me to this dirt farm, but it made sense how some street urchin had known to seek me out. I have to admit the voice made a strong case, well that and it had bewitched me so I followed along like a dumb puppy dog. I'd like to blame the stupid farmers but they were both dead by my hand and I should have fled immeadiately. This is the issue with curiosity, it will almost certainly always get you in trouble. They need a saying for that I think, maybe I'll come up with one? Curisoity almost killed the Lorentino? Catchy no?
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