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There’s tales about your house, of a monster that once lived there. Your ancestors had headed the cries of the people speaking of a great evil, and had cornered it in its home. Somehow, they had won, though the house was badly damaged, and as they were unable to fully kill the monster, they had it cast, bound and powerless, beneath the foundations of the ruined home. As a last display of their success, they had claimed the building as their own, and rebuilt the grand structure, on top of the creatures eternal resting place.

Everyone in your family knew the stories, though their belief in them began to fade over the generations. You had always found yourself oddly drawn to the story, and as a child, you would constantly sneak away from your nanny, just to explore the darkest places of your home.

One evening, having fled from a rather frustrated nanny while she was focusing on your siblings, you came across a small door, hidden behind one of the tapestries. Curiosity getting the best of you, you had crawled into it happily, torch in hand, the door a perfect size for your young body.

To your surprise, you had found an entire new level to the home, though it looked to be badly scorched in places, merely acting as supports for the floors above. Never having been afraid of dark places, you eagerly set about exploring, curious at the strange feeling in the air. 

It wasn’t long before you found it.

In the centre of the floor in what seemed to be the heart of the building, you found a large circular vault, set deeply into the ground and covered in symbols and designs. Somehow, you could feel that something was alive in there, something old, and it dragged up all your memories of the stories you were told. 

A feeling washed over you, and you knew that it was suddenly aware of you. Instantly, a boom sounded as the vault shuddered, startling you enough to have you racing back up into the main house, thoroughly spooked. Unfortunately, you were a rather stubborn thing.

It didn’t take all that long for you to muster up the courage to sneak away the next day, and go back down. Again what ever it was that was trapped, seemed to become aware of you quickly, once again making the vault shudder. This time however, you didn’t go far.  

Every time you would try to get too close, the vault would shudder again, as if trying to warn you away and scare you off, but eventually it gave up, a feeling of resignation floating in the air. With your fearless personality and never ending curiosity, you started to sneak down to the vault when ever you got a chance.

You’re not sure when you started babbling away or asking questions to the one inside, but either way, it became something of a routine over the years, though you never got a verbal reply. You had a feeling that they couldn’t reply, nor move particularly well, it often left you questioning just how completely their bindings were. 

Years later, now reaching adulthood, and still just as fearless and hard to control, you lay atop the silent vault. This place had become comforting to you, somewhere to hide from your cold family and the never ending rules. 

A wave of comfort rolled over you, as if they sensed your turmoil, and absently you wondered if anyone else in your family line had ever been able to feel the emotions of the creature locked within, or if it was simply something you made up in your head out of loneliness. Sighing shakily, you traced your fingers over the dusty symbols.

“They’re going to force me to marry.” You said finally, and at once felt all go still, the one within the vault listening intently.

“It’s crazy, especially in this day and age… but they’re not playing around. They already have someone picked out. Someone that can teach me some manners”  You murmured bitterly, mocking their tone of voice.

Something sharp and angry flared across your strange bond for a moment, before it once again went silent, the being within, trying to control their emotions. Silence fell again for a while, and to your shock, you realised you were crying, something you hadn’t done since you were a babe.

“I don’t know what to do….. I….I’m scared” You said honestly, voice cracking.

The vault shuddered below you, and you felt a tentative wave of protective comfort wrap around you. Sighing shakily, you decided to simply hide down here a while longer, where no one would find and hassle you. Slowly, you drifted into a restless sleep, tears still running down your cheeks, body curled up on top of the vault lid.