'Where are we going, father?'
Kaust is ecstatic. He holds his father's hand tightly, eyes wide with a forgotten light. It is the first time he's seen the sun and its bright skies. Skies filled with strangely shaped clouds, beautiful. His father warns him again to not look at the sun, and Kaust nods, tearing his gaze away to the path before them. The road is paved with little black rocks like home, but the rocks glint in the sunlight, creating some kind of new cheer in them. They lightly dig into his feet, and he giggles at their touch. They even feel different out here, like the fresh air is cleaning them up.
They set off, and Kaust takes a quick glance back at home. He can barely see the entrance, embedded in the cliff that they'd climbed down - the only indicator that it is there is the trail of black stones leading up the wall to it. With another laugh, he looks at his father. The man's grey hair hangs past his eyes, and his wispy mustache droops at the corner. He doesn't look back at Kaust.
'Where are we going, father?'
'You'll see,' his father says, a sternness in his voice that Kaust recognises, duly silencing him. He returns his attention to the world around him, marveling at each sight. Plains of tall green plants - grass, I think it's called - stretch out for miles, their blades rustling lightly in the breeze. And that breeze! He feels it cool on his bare arms, feels it lightly brushing his hair across his shoulders.
Past the miles of grass, cliffs rise in the distance, fully surrounding everything. He can't see what is at the top of their peaks, but he can see how the rocks fragment the further up they go, become more pointed at the top. A sharp black rock pokes his foot as he walks.
'Why don't we live here, father?'
His father does not respond.
'Father?'
'Kaust, please.'
Kaust tilts his head, curious at the crack in his father's voice. His heart is racing with an energy he does not know, and a thousand more questions dance on his tongue - how does the grass grow, what's on top of the cliffs, why do we live in the caves - but he says nothing. For the first time, alongside that energy, a tiny, worried caress pokes at his heart. Something about his father's face makes Kaust shudder. When his father had woken him, Kaust had seen it then as well, but the sun had been enough to wash that away.
But now, that rush of excitement is gone, and he finds himself looking at the ground, biting his lip. The black stones still give him cheerful look,s and he smiles at them. His father isn't the same man out here, but Kaust still knows the stones.
After a lot of walking, they reach another cliff, with another path of black stones embedded in the side of it. His father gives him a lift, and Kaust starts climbing. Again, he marvels at the sight from up here, the grass shifting further below in a dance with the wind. Eventually what feels like a hundred feet up, he reaches the entrance. He hesitates before the dark cave, turning to look again at the cliffs and plains, feeling the breeze.
'In you go, Kaust,' his father calls from below him. Kaust looks down. His father hasn't moved, still standing at the base, surrounded by grass, with his hands around his mouth. Kaust giggles.
'You look so small, father!'
'Yes, I know!' his father calls back. Kaust can just about make out a smile. 'But you must keep going, son. I love you.'
Kaust squirms at the overly affectionate language. The other boys often make fun of him for his father's behaviour. 'You too,' he says half-heartedly and, with one last look at the outside, heads into the cave.
It's pitch black inside. He palms the wall to feel the route with the black stones - the paths are always flat, so he need only walk forward, but it is a habit he's found it difficult to break. After a minute, he sees light up ahead, faint and flickering, more like that he knows. What am I doing here, he wonders. I don't want to be here. I want mother.
But his feet carry him forward anyway - it wouldn't do to go back and disappoint father. He takes a deep breath and carries on, moving closer to the light. It grows, and he can see that the tunnel expands into a larger room. A hooded figure emerges from it and into the tunnel. They hold a wooden staff in one hand like the Seers, but this figure's cloak is red, and they wear a black mask with no expression. As Kaust approaches, they hold their hand out him. He looks at the hand, pale and boney, then at the blank mask.
'Do not fret, Kaust,' the figure says, their voice feminine, clear like a droplet of water in an empty room. 'Join me.'
Father wants me here, Kaust thinks, and takes the woman's hand. He shivers at her touch, feeling the bones through her skin, and they walk into the room.
The Void is in here. Kaust's eyes are locked onto it, watching its liquid bubble, then pop into waves that crash into itself. It sits in a basin in the middle of the room, with black stones risen high around it. Waves of the Void threaten to push over the stones.
Two other hooded figures are in the room, standing on either side of the Void. They step back now, tapping their staves on the ground. The first woman turns to Kaust.
'You may remove your garments, Kaust.'
Kaust blushes, hesitant, but she shows no indication of jest. He does as he's told, and one of the figures takes his clothes to a corner of the room.
'We are ready to begin,' one of them says, a woman also, her voice the same. The first woman nods, and takes Kaust by the hand again. His stomach knots.
'Why am I here?' he blurts out. The woman walks forward, leading him to the Void. His feet stay locked in place.
'Come now, Kaust. Think of what you are doing for your friends. For your father.'
That's right. For father, Kaust thinks. He wouldn't want to hear that his son had been too scared. If he backs down now ... Kaust doesn't want to even imagine the beating he'd get.
Kaust steps forward, wary of the Void lapping near his feet. The woman lets go of his hand, and the three of them tap their staves on the ground. They start murmuring nonsense - we explore, we repent, we forgive. Kaust feels his legs wobbling, then shakes himself, forcing himself to stay upright.
The Void takes shape. A claw of black rises out of it, and then another joins it, both of them dripping swathes of black liquid. It stretches its sharp fingers out as if yawning, then focuses on Kaust. With soft movements like a hunter on its prey, it advances.
It's too much. Kaust screams, then turns and runs, back down the tunnel, back out to the wind, back out to the cliffs, his father, his home, his bed-
The Void grabs him by the chest and he screams louder. It drags him backwards through the air, droplets of black liquid flying through the air with him. He sees the blank expressions of the figures. And he can see the wind itself, and its touch on the Sun, so bright above him.
Then the Void pulls him in, and he feels only the Void as it pulls, pulls, pulls.