Today was the day; the day Brosephine descended into the buried kingdom for the first and last time. Whispered legends and boisterously sung songs were everywhere no matter which realm you resided in, tales of glory, of gold, of unspoken magic. She’d never known if the answers she sought could be found here, but as soon as she’d stumbled across the ancient cracked stairwell she knew. Somehow it was fate, and she was called finally into its depths.

She wondered about that question she’d wanted answered her entire life; could the satisfaction of its resolve be down here? She’d always wondered, exhausted every other possibility, and now suddenly it was as if she had been invited. With nowhere else to search on the surface, she ducked her head under the roof as the stairs met their end, met with a small room, a door leading to a narrow hallway on each of the 3 other walls.

The air smelled stale, unmoved for Solis only knew how long. He couldn’t protect her in here; nor should she ever expect him to. His domain was the sky, this was the realm of Tertia now. With a small prayer to her sun god as she moved farther away from his light and into the gloom, she passed through the first door, turning a few times before emerging in another room.

Almost as soon as Brosephine had stepped beyond the threshold her legs were met with resistance, a thick slimy goop that laid thin across the entire length of the floor. “ACK-!” She shouted, surprised, when all at once limbs shot out from it, suckering onto her leg as she tried to traipse through to the other end. The goop pulled together, retreating from the walls to climb farther up her own appendage, and she felt panic swell in her chest.

Large hooves stamped and stomped wherever they could, squelching against the main mass collecting at the end of her back leg.”Leave me the fuck alone!” she shouted at the thing, a horrible squealing emitting from it with every strike.

“Ssstaayy” it hissed between them, a voice like a crying child muffled by water. “Sstaayy wwiithh uss”

Whether friend or true foe, she’d never know, feeling its grip slacken she hoofed it to the exit, panting. “Fuck that” Figures she’d run into some horrible monster first thing… whatever. There wasn’t a lot that could stop her now that she felt the pull, that inexorable tug of destiny.