Crickets chirped around Emma as she stood motionless in the night on a dirt road in Isinhold. It was dark, almost too dark – like there were creatures just out of her sight who were feeding on the light.
A shiver went down her spine as the wind blew into her face. It made her realize that she wasn’t wearing normal outdoor clothing – she was in her night gown. Emma spun around on her heels too look for the Griffin to get back to bed, but it wasn’t there - just darkness.
Slowly, the darkness inched towards her. The town went silent and all that remained was the ever increasing pounding of her heart until she was completely overcome in shadows.
“Heeeeeeelp!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.
Emma awoke in a startle with a hoarse voice and cold sweat streaming down her cheeks. Her heart was beating so fast, she was sure the echo would wake the entire inn.
Suddenly, there was a tapping on her inn room door.
“Miss Faye! Miss Faye! Are you well?”The sound shocked her but she recognized the voice – it was Kale, owner of the inn. Emma quickly put on her nightgown and rushed to the door.
“Yes, Master Kale, I am fine!” she blurted out as the door swung open.
It wasn’t just Kale. The rest of the patrons where standing with him. Also, a man, Sir Telrik, rushed into her room wearing only his undergarments and brandishing a sword.
“Miss Faye, are you sure all is well in here? You were screaming for help.”“Yes, Sir Telrik, I am well…” she said, holding her hands up in protest,
“It was just a bad dream…”“None the less, Miss Faye, I think it would set everyone’s mind at ease if I had a look around.” The former Purple Dragon wasn’t really asking, as he came in anyway. And she was not going to protest too much, after all, this man was one of the first back into Arabel during the recent liberation. Even a heroine can have her own hero.
Emma looked back to Kale and the other patrons.
“Really, I am truly sorry. It was just a bad dream. I did not mean to wake anyone.”Kale patted the woman’s shoulder as a father would when trying to comfort their daughter,
“You’re safe now Miss Faye.”Sir Telrik emerged from the shadowed room.
“Aye, it’s all clear.”“See,” Emma pleaded with the others,
“Just a bad dream.”A murmur came up from the crowd as they made their way back to bed. It was clear what that was about – if there was something in Isinhold that could terrify a Heroine of Cormyr, what hope would they have.
“Miss Faye, please try to get some rest. I’m just down the hall if you are having any further troubles this eve.”“Thank you, Sir Telrik, it means a lot to me. Rest well…” And with that, she shut the door behind him and went back to sleep.
Emma awoke the next morning without incident and made her way downstairs for breakfast. Sir Telrik and his adventuring troop, the Golden Light, were talking to a farmer from a couple of miles outside the town.
“Orcs!” grunted the farmer,
“Butchered eight o’my cattle last night. Blasted things! I’m going to go broke!”The former knight nodded,
“Well shall cleanse your lands of these creatures. Payment will not be necessary; you need not worry any longer.” “You will? Thank Tymora you were here this morning!”“Sir Telrik,” Emma called out as she rushed over,
“I heard of the orcs, I’ll come with you!”Sir Telrik directed her to sit down with his battle hardened hands,
“No, Miss Faye, I cannot allow that. You have had a dramatic experience last eve, and you need to rest today. My troops can easily take care of a few marauding orcs.”With a frown, the heroine nodded,
“Yes Sir Telrik, I understand.” She sat at the table and watched the five leave for the farmer’s land.
About an hour after the Golden Light left the town, a woman rushed into the Inn, screaming.
“My son! Someone! Please! I need someone to help my son!” The patrons of the Inn ran over to comfort the troubled woman.
Although Sir Telrik told her to take an easy day, it was not going to be possible now. There was no one else to find this woman’s son.
“Miss, I need you to take a few deep breaths to calm down and tell me what happened.”“Heroine…yes…of course…My son was playing with a neighbor’s boy, and they went into the crypts in the city. When the guard was occupied, they managed to sneak inside. After a few moments, they became separated. The last thing the boy said he heard was my son screaming of spiders…and my son is terrified of spiders! You have to help him! His name is Victor.”“I will. Just go home and wait, Miss, incase he comes back by himself.”The heroine rushed upstairs to get her daggers and dress for trouble. Sooner or later, it was going to find her. Sooner just happened to be a lot quicker than later.
As Emma made her way to the Crypt, she noticed a sign in front of the Silvanus temple. The sign read as follows:
CLOSED!
This temple is hereby closed until further notice. We no longer wish to be outside. Do not try to find us.
~The DruidsIt was strange that a group of druids would want to stay inside, but now was not the time for idle curiosity – the boy was more important. Another odd occurrence was that the guard who normally guarded the door to the crypt was missing. He likely had gone inside to search for the boy as well.
With a torch in hand, Emma searched through the empty tombs for about thirty minutes until she heard the whimpering of a child.
“Victor?” Emma called out in the direction of the whimper. But there was no response and the whimper stopped.
Behind her, she heard a scraping on the stone walls. She turned around to see nothing but darkness…darkness that started to creep towards her. Inch by inch, it moved towards the woman, drawn to the torch like a moth to a light. Emma heart began beating loudly again as she heard a familiar voice.
“Emma?” a woman’s voice called out from the darkness.
Although she recognized the voice, it was not something that set her worries at ease.
“M…Mother? But…you’re…dead…” She backed up until she hit the wall and then crouched down holding the torch out as if to shield her from the creature.
“I’m here for you Emma…”But the darkness kept coming. It finally engulfed the torch and she was left sitting alone in the dark with her mother nowhere to be found.
This time it wasn’t a dream - there would be no waking up. This time, it was real…
Aside...“And you can stay down there!” a woman’s voice called out from behind a slammed door. The little blonde girl could only cry as she collapsed on a damp cellar floor. The seconds turned into minutes and the minutes turned into hours – pitch black darkness can tend to distort one’s perception of the passage of time.
It was only a shiny green gem, I’m sorry mommy! I didn’t know there would be a problem to touch it! Although the girl’s mother was a sorcerer of some sort, she did not dare speak up for even greater fears than being locked in a cellar. This wasn’t the first time she had been down there; the punishment for anything she would do that made her mother unhappy was time in the cellar – sometimes for a few hours another for even a few days.
This time she would be lucky as the door opened after only a few hours and her mother stood at the top of the stairs waiting for a response.
“I’m sorry mommy. I’ll never happen again…”“I know Emma, I know it won’t.”
The cool stone bricks on her cheek and the nearby burning torch caused a stark contrast in the feeling across her face as the heroine woke up with a startle. The voice and the pitch black darkness were gone with only the sounds of the flickering torch to fill the crypt.
“Maybe I fell and hit my head…” Emma said to herself as she pushed off the ground. She checked for her daggers then grabbed the torch before heading deeper into the crypts.
“I’m getting a bad feeling about this. I should...maybe, just go back.”A voice cackled and echoed through the crypt with an eerie laughter,
“Little Emma, scared again. It’s always something with you!”“Mother! Stay out of my life!” Emma tried to hide her fear as she yelled out at the top of her lungs.
“How dare you speak with such a tone to me! I should have killed you and then you wouldn’t have to deal with crying all the time.” The darkness once again started moving towards the heroine but this time she decided to run.
Unfortunately, when one runs in an unfamiliar labyrinth of twists and turns, surrounded by the smell of death and followed by a childhood fear, it should be no surprise when one ends up lost. And when Emma finally stopped to catch her breath that is exactly what happened to her.
When the heroine looked up after catching her breath, she noticed a strange dark black pillar.
“This has to have something to do with what’s going on!” she said quietly while still taking a few quick breaths. One common requirement of heroism is luck and luck was something that Emma always had lots of.
“Sssssoooo, ourrr littllle hhheroinnnne issss afraiddd offf thhhe darkkk anddd herrr mommyyy.” The raspy voice echoed from behind her before it started to laugh. Emma turned around to see four shadowlike creatures moving slowly towards her.
“Imaginnnne livinggg innn a worlddd withhh nothinggg buttt fearrr. Onccce youuu arrre gonnne, thattt isss the townsss fate.” “By my word, that will not happen. And you vile creatures, will find no quarter here!” Emma quickly grabbed her two daggers from their sheaths, crossed them over her head and called out to the gods,
“Lord of the Dead, Judge of the Damned, I call upon you to allow me to release these souls!”A bright light erupted from Fatal Touch and spread through the entire room. Three of the shadows let out quick hissssses before disappearing, but the last one made an almost female screaming sound. As the heroine’s eyes adjusted to the new brightness, she saw a figure she recognized. The speaking shadow was none other than the Lady of Death.
“Youuu willlll notttt leaveee herrrreeee!”Emma did not respond, but rushed towards the shadow with the still brightly coloured dagger and drove it into the creature. Before it could react, the shadow exploded in from a fit of divine retribution. The Lady of Death was gone, and this time for good.
As the light of the dagger began to die down, Emma turned her attention back to the black alter.
“Better destroy this before anything more happens again.” Once more, she crossed her daggers over her head and called out to the gods,
“Mystra, Lady of Mysteries, Mother of All Magic, I call upon you to lend your power to destroy this alter!” Emma drove the dagger into the alter as if it were leather. She held it for a few moments as it began to turn red before the alter finally shattered.
“Ahhh,” a young sounding voice squeaked from the next room.
“Victor? Is that you?”“Miss Emma,” the voice responded peeking out from the doorway,
“Miss Emma is that you? We were playing Heroes, like you, and we got…”She smiled slight,
“Yes Victor it is. You needn't fear the spiders anymore.” Emma bent down to grab a piece of the shattered alter before picking up the boy.
“It’s time to go back home.”