The Dungeon...

Constrained by the lack of knowledge of this dungeon, I blindly search for a way out. The corridors seem to get longer at every turn. The lights emitted by the torches are dim, making it impossible to see ahead. Constantly running towards a black hole. Sweat begins to drip down my body and the air starts to get thick. My legs begin to weigh more and more but I can't stop running, there is something creeping up behind. Consumed by fear I refuse to turn back and see what's there, all I feel is a stare locked on me, making my back feel as though two sticks where pushing against it, yet its not enough to make me look back. On the next right I make I see a sign of hope, a small stream of water running between the cracks of the stones that make up the ancient floor. I'm going up stream, and I think to my self -"there must be a way out at the end of this stream." My legs feel refortified, my mind finds some peace, when people say that water is the essence of life you really don't get it, but now here I am with new found strength and life just at the sight of running water. The stare on my back still stays, though now its bearable. I pick up speed and the stream gets wider, more water is visible on the floor, the source of this water must be getting near! Finally an exit to my nightmare, nothing could bring me more joy at this moment in time. The sound of the falling water is finally loud enough for my ears to hear, a few more feet of running and I feel a cold breeze carried by the waterfall I think its at the end. Yes I see it! its water coming from the ceiling. The end of the corridor I've been running in its finally coming to an end, and there at the end it's a big opening, its a great room shaped like a massive dome. The waterfall has filled the entire area, the piece of the ceiling that fell an allowed the water to fall is floating in the center of the pond. I come to a stop when the dry land ends, what am I supposed to do? I finally have the courage to look back...and there is nothing. Whatever it was I felt following me has stopped. I can't help to wonder what could've been and why did it stop. I didn't dwell too much into it, I look at the body of water in front of me and decided to go for a drink. The water was fresh, ah how relieving this felt after so many hours of running on damp and dark halls I finally get to a place where light is abundant. The hole in the ceiling is making everything shine, light just pouring from the outside world. The water keeps falling and I decide to rest. After a few minutes of resting I swim for the floating piece of ceiling. Half way through its when it hits me, whatever was following me for such a long time wouldn't just all of the sudden stop. There had to be something else to invoke such a reaction from it. I make it to the center and then a rumble is felt at my feet. I look around concerned and slightly afraid. Bubbles start coming from the bottom of this lake and a creeping roar is felt all over the dome. Bubble stop as does the roar and a dead silence takes over. It feels strange...all of the sudden the platform floating in the water starts to vibrate, an enormous splash of water explodes at the surface of the lake and there in the middle of all the chaos a shadowy figure starts to emerge...