Phantom

“There he is.” A faint voice sounded. I opened my eyes and lifted my head, picking scraps of slime and seaweed off my face. A rowboat pulled up next to my spirit laying on a murky shore, scraping its bottom on the jagged beach.

“Help me lift him in.” A woman's voice spoke as two spirits stepped out, lifting and laying me inside. We rowed a short distance. No one said a word before my consciousness faded.

I was awoken by multiple wraps on my head. "Wake up." The voice was soft.

"Let me be."

"Wake up." The voice persisted. I stared into the face of distortion and misunderstanding, but something was different about the woman's eyes. No malice lived behind them.

"What do you want? Where am I?”

“Cave of the Apocalypse.” The woman spoke.

“Sounds lovely.” I whispered, barely able to keep tears back, reaching my breaking point.

"Come."

"No."