The man pushed himself off from the wooden floorboards to the old lady's direction, his movements desperate, but still holding together his legs. His body was uncoordinated and struggled to crawl until he finally managed to kneel from when the Centipede had gone. Then the terror it left, comes the heavy shadows of the room that whisper a raspy but gentle voice drifting toward him.
"Calm young sorrow, no harm intended. I am the fall and dawn, but they call me Eir, greetings, relief are you?" A voice just became a little bit tone deaf to the old lady, a question full of curiosity with a raised eyebrow to the lady, "You are the one, who did this!? Painful! It's everywhere. Burn!"
"Yes.. but well you are of course? alive are you? suit your anger young lad." Eir replied, looking at him and smiling as if she had just found gold in the desert dust.
The man had been frozen by the reply, 'such nonsense' he thought. With his pale blue eyes darting across her wrinkled face, he is searching for a joke, that it is just a punchline. But, her eyes were dead subtle staring at her only to find out it was absolute sincerity. His brow furrowed into a deep, sharp crease. Believing the opposite are true, near his death, he is still breathing as if fate had guided him to her.
With just a disbelief, he replied "No, I don't, the- The Bell! The sound! I hear it! Just a little, but I saw it! You saved me because of that bell!" The man had gone conscious, insane for answer and now he knows what has been a miracle truly meant for the man.
"Yes.. the bell of sorrow." The lady murmurs. With a smile on her cheek, she put his hand on the boy's shoulder, calming and soothing his state of consciousness.
"The bell of sorrow?" With no fear attached, the man's curiosity spoke as if someone had climbed the tallest mountain far from below the surface. It sparks the thrive inside of his heart to learn about what world he had gone into.
"A bell that twists the fate of dying hollow. Hollow will die but though their hope remains, yet, it clings their wish to this bell. It nurses them like an angel, granting a miracle to the sorrowful before the end.".
"Then, my wish?".
"To be alive," said the lady.