Through the Rabbit Hole

“I want to never die” He said, a grin slowly spreading across his face.

“Very well but remember, it will come with a price.”

Growing impatient Luther  urged him. “I am ready, do it.”

With a dazzling blast of blue light, it was done. He handed Luther back a small black stone orb and left. Luther was thrilled, so much so that on the way home he did not remember to watch his feet and old root snared his boot. He tumbled head first down a hole and into a cave. A pale sliver of sunlight crept down into the cave but he could see no way out.

Days past and he entered a state of panic, shouting up towards the light for help until he could no longer speak louder than a whisper. Weeks passed and he grew sad and worried that he would never see his family again. As he danced on the edges of sanity he created a small stone golem, about the size of his hand to entertain him. He sent it around the cave to fetch stones for him to throw. He also talked to it as a friend. He grew angry at himself for getting into this mess and pounded at the walls of the cave crying out to the sky “GET ME OUT!” Years passed and he noticed his skin start to decay and dry. He no longer cared. A century passed and his flesh had turned to dust, his clothes where tattered and old but his golem still stood in front of him. A boom sounded somewhere far off in the cave knocking a few pebbles loose from the ceiling, the golem hurried off to investigate. It soon returned and grasped Luther’s skeletal hand with its tiny fingers urging him to follow, wanting to complete the task assigned to it when Luther had cried out to the heavens in desperation. They made slow progress towards an opening in the side of the cave. Luther grew faster with every step. Bright light spewed forth from the outside world and it gave him new purpose, hope.