Wrists and ankles were bound by rope to restrain. "So I'm dangerous now?" he muttered to himself under the huff of his breath. No daggers, no bag, no freedom, he took that in account with each foot imprinted into the sands. A leash for the pup, rope pulled and directed by Othen since it would only be humorous if Emmett dared to escape his grasp. Speaking of which, Emmett felt the impact of upon being pounded against the surface earlier, bruises had been painted yet it took busted blood vessels to seal Emmett to cease. To the kid, everything had played out in such unbearable speed from the tackle of his uncle to his secret revealed by Cillian. Of course Emmett only had left to assume Grace told him everything or how else would he know. The party made there way towards the final cache of supplies, in all hope that it had not been raided like the rest. During so, Emmett kept silent to the rest but not to himself, yet it is not highly unusual for him to do so especially for an adolescent boy to be grumbling curses underneath his breath.
It was quite strange actually, to have been completely sane on moment especially through immense exhaustion and then suddenly triggered by a madden rage. He knew what did it also, what turned a boy into a beast. Emmett saw something when Rook spoke with the cage builders, something he swore the rest had not seen since it was only his mind entertaining tricks on him with an illusion, like an hallucination yet with no high. But now as time passes the reality of it faded. At this point he was no longer himself, he wanted it all to be over, and with whatever that could be translated as proves fatal with the withdraw of the Desert Flower.
Yet in his thoughts, one person came to mind, Floure. He fear in his assumption that she had now seen him as a monster, there was no future in him ever engaging in any conversation. Like the rest, she probably suspected he was dangerous. And with that mindset, it brought great sorrow to him to believe those he counted as allies even friends marked him as a threat. Soon enough through the journey Emmett no longer carried an angered stance with his walk, but one of melancholy with head and shoulders pounced downwards. He still did not understand why he was not allowed to continue with the addict, if he had never been broken from it he would have never brought harm to his uncle. He was filled with mixed emotions of confusion and misery, quite the opposite from the person he was before it all.
While the rest had gathered the supplies from the rest he said his first words in a while directly to someone, Othen, the one who wielded the leash, "Feel that? Wait... there it is again." The first shake of the ground was light, far so light that possibly Emmett was the only one to have felt it with his sensitive sense at the current moment. But the second one grew milder, which was then came a third that was even stronger than the one before. In seconds, the ground dove multiple open cracks with land parting ways. It was unavoidable, the fall that was. First Emmett watch Othen sink through the opening with himself to follow due to the rope. Next as he tumbled down Emmett looked above himself to witness his uncle and Floure fall after. Soon enough the rest being Cillian and Grace followed since the ground had made it impossible to dodge the depths.
How deep they descended, none of them had a clue for the next thing the explorers knew was lying against what felt like ash. They were surrounded by it, a type of substance that appeared to be black sand. What neighbored them like walls was some sort of rocky terrain. Everything was dark, cold... and deathly. How did they survive the fall? Did they survive? They could not possibly be dead. Someone saved them, but there was no sense in calling any one a savior yet. Well, Emmett had a clue to who it was as he awoken, being the first one of the group. Emmett eyes opened to a woman of some kind, one of ghostly presence, caressing his cheek softly. By just her touch, Emmett felt a sense of serenity and peace. Her snow white hair sweep across her pale skin with a strip of cloth concealing the eyes. She grabbed his face slowly and gently shifting it closer to hers until Emmett's brow met hers and his eyes stared into her blindfold. Within an instance she screeched a scream right after Emmett lost his very own sight, and left for him to see was nothing but white. The rest awoke by the sound of her cry yet by the time they retain consciousness the woman vanished.
"Argh!! B-blind! I'm blind! A woman-- a spirit--- Sh-sh-she...," Emmett panicked with breath lost as he frantically paced trying to bump into the others just to know he wasn't alone.
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