The Key

Luis slumped on the ground as blood dripped from his nose. He was breathing raspily and rapidly, looking up at the ceiling made up of stars and dark horizon. He’s shaking all over, his hand feeling like it’s been trampled by the biggest elephant to have existed. He has read about thousands of balls of memories, emptied four tall shelves that a mountain has been built at his back by the balls alone, the Mistress sitting on top of it, blowing some air on her fingers.

“Is that all you’ve got?” She sniggered, taking one ball and juggling it on her hands. Bluish smoke puffed out of it, making her cough a bit.

Closing his eyes, Luis fumbled on his feet but ended up collapsing on the ground when his knees jerk. His heart started beating fast. He didn’t know how much time he wasted, but he did know that he already used most of his energy. He had never imagined he would read as many memories like this, not to mention that there were still about hundreds of shelves with thousa