Arthen: The Man of the East -- Chapter 11

 

11

 

Completion of the First Task of Improvement

 

Squaz tried to force his way to the corrupted grave, but the sheer force kicked him back.  The old man rose from his bench.  He wanted to know the reason on the living soul of this man being able to be in two dimensional realms.  Squaz ordered for the spirit to grip his hand to give him more power.  The dead soul called out to the other souls for help.

His turquoise crystal around his neck absorbed the spirits from this graveyard.  Shards of spirits split into many on the ground of the infected soul.  Each one opened a slit for his sword to cut into the ominous soul.  Gases of poison squirted out from the slicing of the sword.  Squaz vanquished the corrupted grave and cleansed the entire graveyard in front of the two mystery men.

“Come with us for a discussion with our holy master.”

He got into their metal armor carriage for another destination ride in the city of Gorge City.  He still stayed quiet as well the two men.

They rode up to a horseshoe driveway in front of an odd-looking monastery.  Three men welcomed Squaz along with the two mystery men.  The men wore blackish gray robes.  Squaz simply asked what this place of spiritual power was.  The two men left with the three monks.  Two men dressed in whitish gray robes walked down the steps to greet Squaz.

“You must be the man of the east.”

He shook his head.  He replied that these men have mistaken who he was.  The two men shook his hand.  They needed his assistance on a personal matter.  They led him out at the back of the campus.  They stood in front of a large rectangle tomb.

“Go in there and find yourself.”

The tomb was above ground, but it was large.  It held two majesties.  One was a father, the other was a mother.  The father stood glaring over his golden trim while the mother sobbed over her death.  Squaz meditated for a connection of the two lost souls.  He needed them to acknowledge him.  Suddenly a beam of a glow from Squaz awakened the two lost souls in the room.

“How did you get here?”

“By drinking laced poison from a gobbler.”

The father begged Squaz to venge their deaths.  The father paced back and forth speaking about how their eldest son wanted the Western High Lands.  The mother tried to calm him from speaking hatred towards one of their children.  The angry upheaved the room with a ring of fire around inside the tomb.  Squaz begged for the high rule majesty to calm down.  This angry would open the gateway to hell than allow acceptance to heaven.

“Fine.  You both are right.  My apologies.”

The father stopped and breathed by inhaling slowly and exhaled slowly.  The trembles inside the tomb halted and the fire dissipated.  Squaz gave his word that he would be vengeful for their deaths.  He even commented that they would know by seeing him one more time.

“When it happens, you could have my sword the Bright Light.”

The spirits eased back to their graves.  The concrete doors broke the seal.  They opened with ease by Squaz.  The two monks wanted to know every detail inside the tomb.  Squaz only told them that they were the parents of Tyrant Four and that Jules poisoned them for their kingdom.  He even explained that they want justice from their murders.  The two monks gasped with a some of delightful knowledge.  They finally explained to Squaz that they were unidentified bodies.

Squaz stayed quiet, he asked if his presence here was done.  He left in his robe with his cloak covering his head and face.  They didn’t keep him from his own mission.  They prayed for justice of the people.  He made his way to the clock tower in the middle of Gorge City.