chapter 6: Into the Past
'I know I can trust all of you. And I will – in good time.' Penny deferred, before crouching and venturing into the cave mouth, leading the others in. The cave was granite stones and compacted dirt, narrow and so low they had to walk stooped. 'Left next... You'll have to duck here.' She knew the way already, despite the utter darkness that swallowed them up. After all, this wasn't the first time she'd been down here, though it was the first time this cave had been visited by her. The inverted sense of déjà vu was overwhelming.
...The girl will sit sobbing on the grassy slope behind the tor, railing at all the injustices of the world, and of the home. It wasn't fair! She'd just had to get away from the house and from Father, though she knows now she will get a hiding for running off. The governess will not protect her. She's in no hurry to go back.
She looks around, across the moor which she's always found so beautiful and peaceful, so vast and free. Then she spots a shadow behind a boulder. More than a shadow, it is a hole. Curious, intrigued, in need of a distraction and defiance, she wipes away the tears and clambers across, peering behind the boulder – just enough room for a girl to slip behind and hide – and into the hole. It was too big to be a burrow. It is a cave! Head filled with adventure stories like Alice in Wonderland, the girl ventures inside, down the warm tunnel and deep into the earth...
'Wait here,' Penny said, stepping away from the group. With no fumbling in the dark, she pulled something off the wall. With a match from a waterproofed container, she lit the ancient torch, shedding warm orange light through out a decent-sized cave, dry bar a regular drip-drip and the distant howling of wind and rain. There were rounded rocks to sit on, though there were only ancient ashes in the firepit. On the other side, the cave narrowed again into another tunnel, leading still deeper into the earth. 'Come in, we can rest here.' Penny replaced the burning torch on its wrought-iron sconce, then placed her matches in a certain position beside the firepit.
...It is completely dark, as black as ink. She has lost touch of the walls and stumbles blindly through a great open space, all turned about and completely lost. Panic rises in her. What if she is hurt, what if never finds her way out? No one knows she is here. What if she is never found? She trips on a stone and falls, banging her knees on the hard stone floor. Sobbing again, she crawls now, afraid of sudden drops in the floor. Her hands pat across the ground, then alight upon a small box. Fumbling, desperate, she opens the box, but spills half the contents, but catches some. Matches! What were matches doing here? Wondering at this miracle, she lights one against the rough stone...
Penny sat herself on a boulder, hugging her knees, lost in memories of the future.
This message was last edited by the player at 04:50, Fri 02 Oct 2015.