The 13th Sect
October 1st, 1313 I’ve set out to find my Uncle’s cabin. The stories, no, legends, he told me as a child cannot be true. Lack of evidence to The 13th Sect’s existence does not equal to a lack of their existence. “The 13th Sect”, was the fuel of my childhood nightmares. My Uncle told of blood, death, and unspeakable practices. “Who is The 13th Sect?”, “What is their purpose?”, “Where can I find them?”, “Why didn’t I believe those I’ve loved?” ...... I’ve reached my Uncle’s cabin. Traveling by foot is the only way to access the front door. Upon entering, I see several candles are lit. Wax drips on the seat of a desk chair and runs over onto the floor, covered in scrolls, papers, and hand-scratched ravings, clearly of a man gone mad. The walls are lined with the same. Hand-Drawn illustrations, pages of horrifying lines from an ancient textbook, blood-splattered notes, and earthly filth. A sudden gust of wind blows out the light from my lantern. Fear hits me as