Little Infinity by Rachel , aged 12, from South Tyneside, England

Louis was on a mission. Sent into a mysterious cave he was to search for his long lost wife.

The moon glistened like a silver penny. The stars hung in the velvety blue-black sky like little pearls.

"Alright Louis, your challenge starts... now!"

It was now or never.

With every inch he took, the movement from his footsteps echoed and became much more louder. The darkness filled the room and the only thing in sight was the golden flicker of light which was being produced from the burning wax candle.

When Louis' only source of light burned out, he knew his time would be over-due. He knew it would be all over.

Hesitantly, he extended her arm, reaching for the candle. As he picked it up, his feet swished amongst the puddle of water beneath him. 'Only a few more minutes now', he thought, his hand shaking.

The candle once illuminated the cave, but now, it was fading out of time, just like his existence. He moved a little closer to the exit. The beam of light wasn't too far off - he could even see it.

He knew it wouldn't be so simple.

An icy cold shiver ran down his spine, as he winced. A gust of wind blue his ebony black hair to the side, slightly. His chocolate brown orbs formed tears.

"Hello?" He asked trying to sound brave, but then failing as his voice cracked at the end of his sentence. "I know I'm not alone..."

He could hear the scattering footsteps. He was certain something touched his back and as he quickly rotated, he let out a gasp of shock.

A girl.

She wore a long white silk dress, her face fades slightly but her ruby red lips were quite visible. The girl blinked her emerald green eyes.

"Who are you?" Louis asked, to his surprise, she did not run away.

"Emily." The girl whispered.

‘My wife...’ Louis thought. The most important thing was not to tell her about the future they never shared together – or that will change time. They must escape the cave together.

"What's your story?" Louis asked Emily.

"I have been trapped here for one hundred and fifty years," Emily replied.

"No, your real story." Louis cut her off.

"I'm quite unextraordinary." She chuckled lightly.

"I reject that." Louis replied.

"Oh really?" Emily asked. "I've been here for what seems my little infinity."

"Little infinity?" Louis said. "Why there is no such thing."

"Of course there is!" The girl laughed. "There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities."

"I see. But you say you have been here for one hundred and fifty years." Louis interjected, “How...?”

“I was sent here on a mission. I never made it back...”

“Me too!” He exclaimed. “So you’re a ghost?”

“Technically, yes, but I do not like that term. Now all I can do is wish you luck.” Emily looked down. “Ah, the candle. I predict you have exactly one minute and fourty two seconds to escape.”

Louis nodded and turned his heel. He started to run but then stopped. “Wait, I can’t just leave you here!”

“You can. I don’t need to be rescued anymore. I’m dead. And you will be too if you don’t hurry up.”

“But, wait, if you’re dead how come ghosts and ghouls have not already been discovered in the real world? How do I believe you?”

“Believe?” Emily said. “You just trust me. Only people who die in this cave turn into spirits. Now go...”

“You have an infinity. I want an infinity.” Louis said. “I’m staying with you.”

“But you don’t know me!” Emily cried. “Go you fool!”

“No,” Louis took hold of Emily’s hand. “I am to stay with you. Please don’t tell me to go. I want an infinity. Life isn’t worth living without an infinity.”

“But you’ll be trapped in here forever!” Emily said.

“At least I’ll be with you.” Was his finally words before the cave collapsed.

Finally, Louis reached his infinity... with Emily.

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