The object was her soul stone which faintly glowed like his hand. He waved back to his brother Cato, but he was already gone. As Johnathan walked down the path further into the cave the stone glowed brighter.
As he walked on his lonely trek into the heart of the mountain, he sensed that he had been down this path many times before. Everything was becoming familiar, the gleam of the walls of rock, the coolness of the air, the sound of his footsteps, the soft voices calling for him. He vaguely could hear them say, "We awaken."
Johnathan walked for what seemed like ages, his fingers occasionally caressing the walls in search of the sign. He was beginning to despair when the rough texture of the rock under his fingertips smoothed ever so slightly. His heart raced. Was this it? His hands swept over the wall, clearing the dust and the patches of dry moss from the rock until he'd revealed a two-meter wide symbol that dredged up a memory from long ago.
And he landed, in the plains, where the battle had ended, where he saw all his people captured, at least the ones that were still alive, by the menacing invaders. His mother, oh his dear mother, was tied to a stake, threatened by sharp swords; and Cato lay wounded next to here.
After the re-emerge procedure, which he was very familiar with by now, the Universe was really odd; he was located in a featureless haze of dim light with no discernible objects in it, apart from his cigarette lighter which lay nearby.
Immediately Johnathon swore off smoking and tossed the lighter into the wormhole he had recently fallen from, shaking his head at the thought of even one more of those foul cigarettes. He at once regretted his haste with the decision to toss the lighter because...