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Lenn opened the pendant his father had given him days before. Immediately light poured out, illuminating the stairs Lenn was descending. Even with the light everything cast unnatural shadows, so everything looked just as unsettling as the darkness that came before it.

"Stay calm, Lenn", he muttered to himself as he stepped off the last step onto the floor, "Shadows can't hurt you or your sister."

Looking around he could see that the cellar he was in was sturdier built than the house above, with stone walls, even if the rotten smell indicated otherwise.

He turned into a hallway that went in the direction he wanted to go, towards where Ann had fallen down.

"Lenn?", a voice called out from the shadows in front of him, "Lenn, is that you?"

"Ann! Yes, it's me!", Lenn yelled back, recognising the voice. He moved forward, seeing a shape on the floor and a hole in the ceiling above.

The shape moved, revealing it to be Ann, huddled to one of the walls. "Are you injured?", Lenn asked.

"I must have hit my head, because I faint whenever I try to stand up.", she responded. Worried he started leaning over: "Let me have a look."

"Yea, it is a serious wound, it is bleeding a considerable amount. I'll bandage it."

He took out his healers kit and with trained hands cleaned the wound before putting on a bandage.

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Fourth part of the story written for Inktober 2019 (#29: Injured).