Tale As Old As Time
He really was in out of his luck, wasn’t he?
And yet for some inexplicable reason, when Fyn opened his eyes again, he wasn't in the afterlife. At least, he thinks he's not. The afterlife oddly looked like what the inside of a cave looks like. And from the stories he heard, the afterlife was nothing like this. Blinking his eyes, he rubbed at them groggily, a yawn escaping him. Surveying his surroundings, he could tell that he was probably inside one of the mountain caves. The place was scanty and damp, smelling of musky water and morning dew.