Second Treasure
Left there in the darkness with the sole light, time seemed to stop, unsure of how long I curled up next to the light my thoughts wandered. I silently laid down and studied my surrounding, calculating every aspect of the cave, the latch on the cell, recounted the wood beams imbedded among the rocks above me, leading to the chamber that was left open. I was not threaten or comforted by my evaluation of the cavern. My eyes were used to darkness, and after however long the light had been my new companion, I had readjusted to my new dimness. How long had I been there? This thought initally came unthreatening, yet as the logic invaded my brain, the sharp cut of the question rattled through the cavern. The earth moved around me, shaking everything. The chains echoed around me, yet the candle sat still. My mind froze as I tried to think of the candle, trying to place it. "How did the candle come? Why was I drawn to it? And why was it not shaking in the earthquake that threatened the beam...