(y/n) P.O.V. 1st Person
I waited across from the pool of water, being the first to arrive. It was a bit lonesome but I knew better than to go around looking. Suddenly, I saw our Master appear in the water. His body was slowly rising up to the surface. I cringed at the feeling I got, it was a sort of hopefulness that he wouldn't wake up. I knew that I, like the others, had a peculiar empathy for our Master. A sort of distorted love. His head came rising up as he choked on water, gasping for air.
Those cold green eyes met mine as I clutched his arm with my shaking hand. Using all my strength I helped pull him out of the water before collapsing under his weight. I held onto his wet form, rubbing his back as he continued to let out coughs. Running a hand through his dark, wet hair I felt him hug tightly onto me. "Is... is there anyone else here?" He asked between breaths.
"Not that I know of..." I commented, I hadn't run into anyone but him so far. Only the two boys from earlier had headed into the dungeon that I knew of, and them I hadn't seen. They were either dead or far enough ahead.
"I'm glad I brought you with me," He chirped, snuggling against me. He looked at me with such a happy expression that I almost questioned if this was the same man from earlier. I stayed there, running a hand through his hair in silence as we waited for the others. His hands carefully trailing my body, though he was silent except the sound of his breath.
Not too long later, another slave appeared. His long black locks tangled and choked him. He struggled to swim up out of the water. I could feel my heart pounding as he fought for the surface, kicking and gagging on the water. I saw as I looked down at old remains of those who failed to make it out of there. Reaching my arms into the water, I grasped onto him. The water seemed to fight me as I pulled him up and out of it. A somewhat grateful expression pierced his face as our eyes met. At least up until I felt a hard kick to my side.
"How pathetic, you should've just left him to die. If he can't even get out of there, he's of no use to me." He twisted his blade in the slave's stomach before leaving him to whither. Even after he was dead, I still felt something twisting in my stomach. Like his blade hit me instead. It was a feeling I couldn't name.
The next slave to arrive was Goltas, who's escape from the water was no disappointment. Jamil poked and prodded at him, but to no gain. Goltas was as lifeless as ever. "You're no fun," Jamil whined, "but I guess you could never be as fun as (y/n)." He squeezed my cheeks as I pretended to enjoy it. "It's just something you men lack."
After a few other slaves arrived, so did Morgin. I felt his eyes on me as I glanced away. I didn't dare think that we may lose our lives today; I didn't want to be too hopeful. I felt, however, that I didn't want to lose him too. In a way, he was my friend here.
Jamil pulled me close to him as the last few were arriving, "Stick close to me." I nodded, and once everyone was here, we headed off.
*Time skip not too long after all headed deeper into the dungeon*
How did it get to this? Now it was just me, Jamil, Morgin, and Goltas. If anything I would've expected me to be one of the dead. Dungeons didn't really have much of an opportunity for my skills. But we stepped down the tunnel seeking the treasure and Magi.
As the blood bath I had just witnessed replayed in my mind, where it was stained, I could feel something noticeably different. Something, some emotion, had opened itself within me. I'm sure that was when I knew I wouldn't come out of here the same as I had arrived.