Visual Dare #4: Steps
I’ve been meaning to get on board with Angela Goff’s flash fiction challenge and never had the timing right. 150 words of visual daring. Enjoy.
A few narrow stones steps is all that separates me from the light, denied to me since I was a child and given over to the Warmongers to raise in the dungeons. My feet refuse to take the steps.
The Priest warned me. He knew.
You cannot defeat the horrors of the maze by becoming one of them.
My muscles still shiver from the last battle, but it’s not exhaustion that keeps me from climbing the stairs. I slew everything in my path and cast aside pity, empathy, and pain. Killing the gate keepers unleashed something brutal inside me. Something that craves the shadow and chaos of the dungeons. The humanity inside us that deserves to walk in the light is long dead in me.
I cannot climb the steps.
I will stay here in the darkness and take my place among the pantheon of monsters.