The Wizard – Falling down

He had heard stories about the tunnel of light, though truth be told, the magic of life and death was never within his interests. He had read stories, of course. A topic as broad as life means that topics mix with each other at times. Given this information, it was odd that the light was moving away from him; it should be the other way around.

“Oh, please, you little idiot, it was me. I was the one that threw you into the abyss just to teach you a lesson. The light isn’t going away from you; you are going away from the light.”

Ah, that was the reason, and perhaps it was the adrenaline and shock that made his thoughts fire so fast.

“Yeah, the light is going away very slowly. It is strange. I am used to seeing time the same way as you, so this is a first for me… What do you think that there is at the bottom of this? I didn’t think of that,” the Voice sounded confused, as if it didn’t think it all through; it might as well be solid rock or worse. The Wizard hoped that it would all end quickly.

“Oh, damn, I didn’t think about it, that is true… well, let’s see the positive side to this. At least the moments to come are going to be exciting,” the absolute deluded detachment of the voice was probably because it was nestled safely inside his head… though if he hit solid rock on his way down, it would probably go out into the world.

“Oh, that would be lovely, to feel the air on my skin, to see the light… I will be better at escaping than you, you know. For one, I would be capable of going through that crack…” he let the voice drone on. It mattered little, oh so very little.

Then he hit the water. The impact caused him to black out. He came to, drowning. He rose to the surface gasping for air. The force of the current made him black out again for a moment. Once more, he woke up drowning and rose to the surface. In his desperation, he remembered the stick. Searching for it in his own clothes, he found it still tied to his abused robe. Using one hand, he clutched the wood as the roar of the current deafened his ears. He was completely disoriented, going with the flow, hitting the walls, blacking out, and coming out again for air as the current made a plaything of him, clutching his stick for dear life.

Eventually, the fury of the water abated, the force of the current became a tranquil stream. And he relaxed, letting himself float over the water.

He was still in darkness, of course, but at least the feminine voice that had been torturing him abated too. He wondered why.

“I couldn’t speak; you were passing out due to the blows you were taking, so I just let you be… That was scary… I think I need a moment,” the voice fell silent again as he floated over the water, letting the current take him along its tranquil flow.

After some time, it pushed him towards a sandy shore. There, he crawled for a bit and fell asleep on the warm and soft sand, resting from the ordeal of the fall.