CYOA: League of Legends Edition!

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Your mouth sets into a determined line - there was no point in going back, and the light that wavered in and out of visibility had set your curiosity on fire. Surely nothing could go wrong. Still, you look around before pulling a strong looking stick from the swamp's muddy embrace. It wasn't the most optimal protection, but it was better than nothing.

You cautiously make your way towards the shack, balancing precariously on the path as you hop onto the ruined steps carefully. You strain your eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of any sign of life inside. Your ears are working hard, knowing that if you hear even the faintest growl or hiss, you are probably in grave danger. Still, this place may provide some clues as to how to get away, however slim that possibility may be. Holding the stick out in front of you, you use the tip to gently nudge the door open with a slow creak. Your heartbeat quickens and you inhale deeply as you step inside.

The first thing that hits you is the smell. Its dusty, yet the stench of death had yet to permeate the place. This was a good sign, you think. While the moonlight beyond the broken windows provide some light, you still find yourself having to squint through the dark. Your steps are careful as you make your way to the center of the room. The area is mostly bare, but there are signs that someone once lived here, though they had either left in a great hurry or the place had been ransacked. Still, you can see signs of dry dirt caking both the floors and walls and an empty fireplace next to a relatively small desk.

A prickling sensation forces you to turn further left, and you see a door leading to another room. You peer inside and what feels like a hundred beady eyes stare back at you. Your heart stops for a brief second in shock as your vision swims. You blink, clutching the door frame as you shake your head vigorously. The heads of strange creatures seem to be mounted on the walls - some were tilted at an angle and some had fallen to the ground. But what unnerved you the most was that their eyes all look the same and they all point directly to you - or at the door. You catch sight of a soft gleam as you walk away from the terrifying sight.

Your body is still shaking so you take a deep breath to calm yourself down. Balance in all things. You turn your attentions to the right. The moonlight brushes against the legs of the desk as you approach it, inviting you in. The desk has a drawer at the bottom, which you immediately open. Inside, there is a scrap of paper, but its too dark to read the small lettering. You tuck that into your pocket for later. The only other object in there was a small box. Opening it, you find yourself two matches richer. You tuck those away for safe keeping too.

On top of the desk is a tightly bound book, a word etched into the leather covering, "MINE". It also seemed to have specks of dried something on it. Looking at even the cover makes you feel slightly ill, and your hands begin to tremble as you ghost over the surface. It feels like you shouldn't touch it, but you know that the information it may hold would be very important. But perhaps it was information you didn't want to know. Plus, it was never a good idea to tamper with something that could potentially be magic. Even if it seemed quiet.

In fact, this whole place feels eerie to you. You could light the place on fire - the wood was dry enough, and the place was broken down enough for even one match to do its job.

Options:

A) Read the journal.
B) Check the room.
C) Set the house on fire.

((This one's a bit long but glad to know you're enjoying this. (: ))

A nagging feeling forces your eyes away from the journal, the contents not yet tantalizing enough for you to pick it up. You had definitely seen something in the other room, and whilst your mind was screaming at you to stay away, another part of you was saying, "What if it's important?" Against your better judgment, you inch towards the door. Your steps sound heavy in the silence, and you feel a dead weight begin to sink to the very pit of your stomach. Still you press on, sliding against the wall as your hand wraps around the frame of the door to peer inside.

The contents of the room is no less terrifying the second time around, but you brace your fear. Your nails dig into the wood as you look around, drinking in the sight the best you can. Though your knees are feeling weak, you manage to pull yourself together. When you take a closer look, you realize that the eyes aren't actually eyes - they were little beads stuck into the sockets. You walk closer, curiosity piqued as you inspect one of the heads. It looked like an over sized scorpion, the bristles on its face bizarrely detailed. But the eyes were plain black, yet the gleam seemed to be directed straight at you. It was strange, yet it made sense. You didn't know much about hunters that kept trophies, and you especially didn't know any such thing existed in the Shadow Isles.

You begin to search the room, taking care not to get your clothes caught onto any spikes, horns or antlers. Ten minutes passed and you find yourself back at the doorway, as empty handed as you came in. Though the room was no less creepy, it helped to know that if all hell broke loose, the monsters wouldn't have eyes. A small laugh escapes you, though you feel the familiar sensation of disappointment welling up. You turn to leave, when once more, an equally familiar glint catches your eye.

You spin around, but the room is as dark as ever. Puzzled by this, you approach the place you last saw the shine, but the area was bare save for the head of something reminiscent of an antelope. At first, you are at a loss for words. Twice now, a light that should not be there seemed to be playing tricks on you. The room was void of any windows, with the moon being the only source of brightness from the open door. You wonder if the place is getting to you, but somehow, you doubt it. An idea strikes you, and you pivot on your heel, though your peripheral attention remains firmly on the same area.

Again, the shine. It was faint, but amidst the shadows, it was perfectly clear. You walk backwards slowly, the glint glowing dimmer and dimmer as you approach it. Suddenly, with a short cry, you turn and lunge towards it with your hand outstretched, grasping at whatever the object was. A sharp pain quickly hits your hand but you clench your fist tighter and draw it to your face. You can't see - the light had gone out, but you know better than to open your hand. You quickly leave the room, striding into the beam of moonlight as you inhale a deep breath. Your hand was prickling, but you paid it no heed. You lift your hand up, parting your fingers slightly, your uninjured palm cupping it just in case.

What you see both surprises and shocks you. It appeared to be a dark, oval object. The surface was midnight black, yet you can see a small parting where an equally black yet shining something is staring back at you. Almost absently, you wonder if you really are safe from an attack. The eye is disturbingly similar to the ones of the dead creatures. Except you knew this one was alive. You can feel it vibrating ever so minutely. Troubled by this notion, your hand loosens slightly and the creature takes that chance to attempt a leap.

It seemed to uncurl itself as the black that surrounded it became a brilliant mass of light as it unfurled what appeared to be opaque wings. Your hand reflexively closes once more and the creature opens its mouth, "Go! Let GO!" The high-pitched, almost screeching voice almost causes you to drop the entire package in shock. If anything, your grip only tightens further. Its face was decidedly humanoid, if not for the rather large eyes that seemed to be a mere mass of ink. It lacked a nose, and its mouth was almost as wide as its face. You can see the sharp glint of cannibalistic teeth, no doubt the source of the bites that were now reddening on the side of your thumb.

"What are you?" You hear yourself asking faintly. You've never seen a creature like this before, not to mention its wings were incredibly strange. "What are you doing here?"

"Let GO!" It spits in response. You frown. Perhaps you could question it for some answers, but you don't know if it could even say more than that. You wonder if it was wise to keep it under you captivity. What would happen if you do let it go? Would it turn on you?

Options:

A) Interrogate it.
B) Let it go.
C) Kill it.