And... Was this one of those fortuitous encounters that seemed to follow protagonists in stories? A hidden master's legacy, perhaps? A treasure chest?
I wouldn't mind if it were.
"Let's go," I muttered, stepping through the shattered opening. Also, I lit up a fire to see the inside more clearly.
"Hmm...?"
My gaze went to the far wall.
"Oh."
A skeleton sat cross-legged on the floor, robed in faded, tattered cloth. A spear rested across its lap, its dark wood shaft polished smooth, its metal head gleaming faintly.
I cautiously approached it and noticed something else.
Words were scratched into the stone wall beside it. The first line was carved deep and neat.
'My name is Iloy. People call me the Mirage Spearman.'
The second line was scrawled beneath it in a rusty, faded brown.
Blood.
'Please, tell Ke...'
It trailed off into a smear. The message was unfinished.
