You hear a faint trickling in the passage with you, and torchlight reveals a dark liquid rushing through grooves in the floor underfoot. You follow the trail to a stone sarcophagus sitting uncovered at the center of a circular chamber. Peering hesitantly inside, you see the dark liquid congealing there, its scabbed surface grotesque but enthralling…

LUCKY

Bailey ran ahead of us. I love that dog. Auryn walked beside me. Oftentimes, I’d find myself just staring at her. Everytime Victor caught me, he’d have a fit and ask if that’s why I broke up with him. He doesn’t know why. And I never intend on telling him. I’m sure Auryn would tell me ‘just tell him why’ but I can't bring myself to do such.

I sigh as I come back from my thoughts. We are now walking into a nice open room. I can hear the trickling of water? Confused, I look around, Victor is trotting over to a mantel filled with treasures. “Where are we?” I ask Auryn. Auryn turns her head over at me. Her pale white eyes almost staring into my soul. Though I know she can’t actually see with them, she still appears to be able to see. “I’m not sure.” She says softly, sniffing the air. Her beautiful light mane captures me. I sigh and chuff at the ground to distract myself from her beauty. 

In the middle of the room I see an old stone sarcophagus. I carefully walk over. On the top I can see some kind of engraving. As I try to move closer, my hooves stick to the ground. As I peer down I see some kind of dark gooey liquid rushing to the sarcophagus. I glance back. Logue is following me. “Logue, come look at this.” I say and nod my head to the sarcophagus. Logue seems to be pulled into a trance, walking closer, and closer, and closer to the sarcophagus. “Logue.” I call, but he can’t hear me. I look at the sarcophagus, and walk a little closer. Suddenly, I feel that I am too in a trance. Walking closer and closer, not being able to stop. I’m very aware of my heart beating in my chest. I try to stop, to turn around, to run, to scream, really to do anything other than walk closer, but I’m unable to. Logue is at the sarcophagus now. I’m almost there. I wish I could call out to him. I doubt Auryn will feel the pull as much as us, since one, she’s further away, and two she can’t see. I try to look down but I can’t. I direct my attention to Logue. He’s, he’s climbing into the sarcophagus. Fear and panic erupts. Adrenaline rushes to my veins making me feel hot headed and anxious, almost like I could take on the world. I try to resist the pull, I try so far. But alas, I’m weak. The pull gets stronger once I’m at the sarcophagus. And I go in head first…

VICTOR

The room is beautiful. A tall stoney mantel immediately catches my attention. I trot over, studying the engravings. I spend my time carefully brushing the dust away. I overheard Lucky and Auryn talking while I brush the dust. I can’t stand Lucky. He is such a liar. An impulsive son of a bitch. I’m sure he’d say the same for me, but I don't give a shit. Dobby is watching something, probably them. “Dobby.” I say sternly. He turns to me. “Take this.” I say, handing him the brush. 

I glance over at Lucky. Him and Logue are walking oddly to a sarcophagus. I watch as Logue goes in. I see the look at Lucky’s face for a moment. A look of determination, strength, and pain. “He’s in a trance.” I whisper, my heart dully aching. I gasp as he goes in head first. “Lucky!” I screeched and ran over. Auryn stops me. “No! Stop!” She gasps. I stop. “Lucky.” I choke. “I know. But whatever spell the sarcophagus is enchanted with, will pull you.” Auryn bows her head as she talks. “What, but how-” I start, but Auryn interrupts. “I’ll get them. I can’t feel the pull of the sarcophagus for two reasons, one I’m blind and two I’m from a royal bloodline. These sarcophagus are made to protect royal treasure, so only a Courser from a royal bloodline won’t feel the pull.” She states solemnly. “Why didn’t you tell us before?” I scream, a single teardrop runs down my cheek. “I wish I would have put the smells together faster, but alas, I can’t see Victor.” She says softly. Then I remember, she’s blind. How could I forget?