Accessing Calamity Lara/ Short name Cala Level 95, Title: Warlord, Class: Assassin.

Statistics:117.527 kills; 3 deaths

Status: Active

Warning low HP: 34/1725

What? Oh, really low HP!? Does my low HP have anything to do with the world's situation? Can there be some world unravelling that's killing me?

No, wait... I have a few more kills. I don't remember having done so many since the previous login. Maybe I was fighting; that's where the low HP comes from... Fighting whom? Or what?

I took a deep breath... ow, that pains! I tried to move my hand. More pain.

I cannot see anything. I blinked but in vain.

Black. Everything is black. Am I blind? Is this what end-times look like? For the game, we must be in some kind of end-time situation. I wonder how would the game function. Or not function...

The memory of the past days did not come to me. Why? Is this a result of the low computer power? Or is something wrong with Cala?

Yes, I know something is wrong, but low HP does not mean I should not remember what I've done. Or does it?

A lot of confusing shit here.

I sighed. Ow, it is hard to breathe. I was reminded that it pains.

I should heal me! I did not heal myself yet because of feelings. Contradictory feelings that were confusing me. Feelings that were invading me. Who needs feelings? Why do I have contradictory feelings? Fear? Stress? But also relief? Pain and confidence. Again stress.

Such a level of stress that it even hindered me from healing. Why? I just wanted to heal myself, and I hesitated again: the spell to heal would alight me like a beacon. If it is darkness, what I am facing. If I am not blind.

Does it matter? I fear it does. Fear is a feeling. Feelings...

Why do I not have a clear memory of the situation? I made an effort to remember, and it pained me.

Oh fuck, I hate headaches. I was having now one such terrible headache! When the brain itself transforms into literal pain.

Why? I wanted to put my hands over my face. But I could hardly move my hands. Pain again! Why?

Every movement was a pain. Arrows. Fucking arrows sticking in my flesh.

I remembered. I remembered these arrows! I could not see them, but I did not have to touch them to remember.

Why did I not remove them? But I got no power to move my fingers.

Fuck I am dying here!? Am I bleeding to death?

Something like a memory came to my brain. I've fought orcs. In the darkness. I fought them, and I killed them. Short bursts of torch lights, short fights, kills and periods of running in the almost complete darkness.

I fought orcs almost continuously the last days, but I did not fear them. I almost liked them. Oh yes, I almost wanted them. Killing them is giving me a purpose.

I tried to look around. As much as I could move my head. Darkness. Darkness everywhere, not a tiny light.

Is this what the end of the world would look like also in reality? Silence and Darkness!? I heard somebody breathing behind me. A pained slow breath. The wall behind me moved a little.

I took a deep breath. I touched the furry paw that was covering me. A familiar paw. The paw twitched a little and pulled me closer to the furry carpet I was lying against. The shaggy rug that was giving me confidence.

Oh yes, the Lynx is here.

I was afraid to make any noise. Why was I afraid? Am I afraid of the orcs?... No. I am anxious about losing my brain. I am so scared I have already lost it. I am worried I will never be sane again.

I took another deep breath and leaned against the furry wall holding the furry paw with my two hands. It was the thing that kept me sane, the thing that gave me confidence.

There was something soothing me. Slowly my mind started to work.

"Oh fuck!"

I've never heard White Flower speaking like this. Speaking like Cala.

"What?"

"I think that we ripped Cala's brain when we left."

"What?"

"Don't panic. It is slowly restoring now. I feel it. We need to heal. Why don't you heal yourself?"

Yes, I was feeling it. Slowly my mind was starting to work. Slowly, I remembered more of the hallucinating, crazy last days.

I wondered what I must look like if the system is giving me only 34 HP points? But I still feared to heal.

“There is great danger here; I know.”

“Let me heal. I will make a slow heal that does not emit light. Almost no light. The Lynx needs immediate heal!”

I need immediate healing too. I hesitated to give her the lead, but I could not do such a slow heal. Almost no light doesn't mean no light, but it is better than beacon light.

“OK, you do it!”

Switching to her did not improve my vision as I had hoped. Even with her in the lead, I continued to see only darkness. There was absolutely no light here.

Slowly my hand started to glimmer. It was the light of an almost extinguished fire, a feeble ember light, and yet it was a beacon of light for my eyes. Light, hope and fear.

It was slow, but yet as the healing light passed through me, I started to remember; I relived more pieces of the long fight. Segments slowly accumulated in my brain.

I felt the Lynx's paw twitching. It was now a controlled twitch to let me know he had regained his consciousness. Flo was tensed, memories further gathering into my brain, and suddenly as I felt an immense relief, I also felt the shock, the fear we would all die soon. Imminent death was there with us.

The relief was Cala's feeling as her brain was fixing itself. It was slow, but it worked. That was an immense relief and a shock to me at the same time. I never saw Cala as anything else but an extension of myself. But she was there, alive: she had her feelings and passions. And she had her mind. Her mind that had been busted and was now fixing itself again.

Flo took a deep breath.

Pain. Fuck, I still have those damn arrows stuck into my flesh. Most did not go deep but were painful. I started to remove blindly the ones I felt under my fingers.

That was not our biggest problem. The problem was that we were not alone in the darkness. There was something dark and terrible together with us. That is why no orc dared to follow us in here. Something was here, something that was sealed through a formidable magic barrier.

A one-way barrier.

A hound had followed us; a hound had tried to bite us, and in a fraction of a second, something gigantic snapped it in the air. We had heard only a very short yelp and then the crunching sound of a giant mandible chewing the beast. Bones breaking like straw.

I had seen something in the feeble light of a burning arrow.

Tina and Spartacius were since long no longer by conscience. Do they still live? I don't know.

Alice had carried Spartacius and the Lynx Tina most of the time. Sometimes I did that, but I could no longer. I was close to death. So very close. Hello Tenebra, long time no seen! Where are you?

Yet I still chased our followers from the darkness. Killed them. That's my job. That's who I am!

I heard the belling hounds on our trace.

And then I leaned myself against the wall. I could not move anymore. The end was finally here.

It was Alice that dragged Spartacius and Tina here inside, and then she wanted to fire that last arrow. But we've seen the hound being snapped in the air in the light of her arrow. The arrow that she no longer fired as she collapsed unconscious. The Lynx had tried to warn her not to enter there, then he sighed and collected me. He lifted me in his mouth like a cat would lift its cub and followed her. He rested against the wall near the three collapsed people.

That's all I remembered from the last moments. Then the fire arrow that Alice had lighted went off, and a furry paw had covered me.