[ WP ] `` Keep your head low , '' my mother said . `` That 's the woman who killed our gods . ''

It's dark and misty. There is nothing for miles in either direction, and it feels like I am walking on air. I look down, and ca n't see the floor. It looks like darkness, like a big endless abyss, ready to devour anything. But I do not fall. Every step I make somehow connects with the floor. It feels cold and like stone. 
 
 All I have is my mother next to me. I can barely see her and only know she is there through a candle that she holds ever so gently, careful not to extinguish the flame. I hold her free hand and beg to stop, but she does not respond. She continues forward, and whenever I ask her why, she refuses to answer. 
 
 So we keep pressing forward. But I do n't know for how much longer. With each step I take, my sanity begins to wane more and more. This place felt what could only be described as death. A deep chill that never left my body, whispering in my ear about the atrocities that occurred here. No to mention the deep, void-like floor, daring me to take the next step, for it might be my last as it would trap me in its unending space. I ca n't shake this feeling of dread and despair. I do n't know how much longer I can last. 
 
 My mother seemed unfazed by everything however. She keeps pressing forward with absolutely no emotion. An almost dangerous sense of vengeance in her eyes. She wo n't even look at me. I have never seen my mother like this, ever. I've always known here as loving mother, telling me to respect my fellow people and always be thankful to the gods. She knows what happened here. That much I can deduce. It must have been absolutely horrifying to leave my mother like this. 
 
 I continue walking until I notice my mother has stopped. I stare at her in hopefulness, wishing that our journey had finally ended. My mother does not look back at me, and instead points forward. I peer my eyes in that direction to see what has caught my mother's attention. In front of us is light. This light however did n't appear from a candle, fire, or the sun, but rather was just there. It had no origin, it merely existed. 
 
 `` Mother, it's light! We can finally see without your candle!'' 
 
 My mother did not respond. She instead kept pointing forward. I looked again to see if there was anything else that was there. That's when I saw them. The big statues of unusual looking individuals. These individuals seemed to be wearing crimson togas, and were posed with many different angelic poses. 
 
 `` The Gods.'' my Mother said, in an ice cold expression. 
 
 She begins walking forward again, and I quickly follow. These were the Gods? How did this make any sense? Were we in some kind of temple? My confusion and perplexion ran rampant. 
 
 `` Do n't worry, child. You will understand soon enough.'' My mother responded, almost as if she read my mind. 
 
 As we approached the statues, I realized that the crimson on their togas was n't actually crimson at all. It was blood. Splattered all over their clothes, some even on their face. It looked like a complete bloodbath. What exactly happened here? 
 
 But we still continue. However, the more I walk between these statues, the more anxious and scared I feel. Their eyes look accusing and full of menace. I hear screams and cries in my head. They are absolutely horrifying. 
 
 Ultimately, my Mother and I reach a flight of stairs, almost like a stairway to heaven. The stairs were made of gold, but were rather plain in design. They had no handrails, only steps to climb. I scan up the stairs and notice a mirror at the top. It has a gold frame and an intricate design of flowers and vines around the edges. 
 
 `` Go up the stairs, child. The answers lie there.'' my Mother says with no emotion. 
 
 I follow as she says and walk up the stairs. Each step takes more effort to climb almost as if my body is trying to stop me. But I persevere. I need to know the answer. 
 
 I reach the top of the stairs, but my body feels incredibly heavy. The voices in my head have now started yelling. They scream `` Murderer!'' over and over. I ca n't get them to stop, it's driving me insane. I need to look at the mirror, it will hold the answers, it will give me salvation. 
 
 `` No, no, no, no, no, no.'' 
 
 I look into the mirror in absolute horror. 
 
 `` It ca n't be, it's not possible, how could this have happened.'' 
 
 My mother stood behind me not ushering a word. 
 
 `` Is this true Mother? Did this really happen? Is this the'answer?''' 
 
 She did not reply. 
 
 `` It must be done, mus n't it?'' 
 
 `` Shhh, child, you need not say anything.'' my Mother finally replied, as she pulled her longsword out of her sheathe. 
 
 I cried, and dropped to the floor, prepared for what was coming. 
 
 `` Keep your head low,'' my mother said. `` It will make this a lot less painful, and a lot more quick.'' 
 
 She aimed her sword at my neck, ready to slice down. 
 
 `` Look at the mirror one last time child.'' 
 
 I complied. 
 
 `` That's the woman who killed our gods.'' my Mother said coldly as she swung her sword. 
 
 
 
 Hey guys this is my first story, appreciate feedback, and just hope you like it.
