Arthen: The Man of the East -- Chapter 7

 

7

 

Cloak of Reverence

 

His cloak absorbed magic.  It blasted the traps ahead of his passageway.  He lit all the torches for a well-lighted pathway.  The rats ran from the light.  Several climbed down the center of the mine.  A bolt of spark balls flew from the bottom of the center of the mine.  Skeletons roamed free from the tomb.  One of them rattled off about the Tomb of Eastern Realm.

Squaz paused his thought process and wanted to investigate this Tomb of Eastern Realm.  His vision could spot any secret doors or tablets on the floor.  Then something flashing red forced him to levitate down and examined the lever in the wall.  It was a chain with a ring for pulling on it.  He tugged at it and mysteriously the wall opened with a spiral staircase.

The torches lit up in a neon blue with white tips at the top of each flame.  Squaz stayed on his guard as he crept down the steps.  His five senses could relay that something was wrong, but it had to be done with him solving this mystery.  The smell was a crisp of heat from a lava source or demon.  He read about lava boys being in Astorie Realm.  His knowledge about them was using ice spells on them.

Molten lava heat started filling up the area.  Then something made of the molten rock had some chains latched in its back limbs.  It appeared to be a prisoner.  Squaz felt sad for the demon.  He sensed a living heart in it.  He knew this feeling was odd for his awareness.  He needed to sneak closer but not startled it.

It was etched with chains from the shoulder limbs of the Molten Rock demon.  It cried out several times.  The cry shrieked up and down in tone.  Squaz hollered at it if it was in trouble.  It didn’t stop until Squaz swung his sword at its feet.  Then it stopped and sat on a rock of dry molten.  It wanted to know if he could yank out these hooks from its back.

Squaz tugged out the first one with all his might.  It looked like the lava demon was in a little pain from the rescue.  It wanted him to keep going until all the hooks were out.  Squaz spent several hours dealing with the molten lava demon.  Then it changed into a plump woman.  Squaz called out its true form.

 The fire woman was named Sizz.  She thanked Squaz for rescuing her from the torture.  She granted him with the heart of Lava Rock.  This jewel would hide you from heat vision of Jules the Almighty Majesty.  He accepted the gift and Sizz evaporated into thin air.  There the kind spirit explained that her soul was bound by that Lava Rock.

“What kept you here kind spirit?”

“You would learn that as your journey through the mountain.”

He smiled a little.  Then he climbed the spiral staircase.  Still, something was rattling the heavy chains.  Squaz peeked over the ledge.  He wondered what was that large.  There he heard words from the Seers of Five.

“Come discuss your fate child.”

He bumped into an engravement ladder.  He started climbing upwards.  The steps were slippery with moss.  He smacked his chin on a step.  It became bloody from the little spikes in the moss.  The top was blocked by a wooden panel.  He punched it with his forearm.  Then it broke into pieces.

Squaz pulled himself to the next floor.  It had five tombs in it.  There were nameplates in front of each tomb.  They were dingy and stained.  He rubbed one off with a rag.  The name was Bilinda, the Eldest sister.  His curiosity forced him to open it by pushing the top level off it.  There was a skeleton holding something in its hands.  It was a black box.  Another time and he pulled it out of the hands.  It was made from marble.  He pushed the center button, and it released the locks at the top.  He flipped it open.  It had some white ashes. 

A whirlpool of a twister appeared from the black box.  The white ashes formed a transparent spirit.  Squaz placed the black box on the floor.  The spirit coughed a little bit.  Before it spoke to him.

“Take my bones of my chest cavity to the top on the mountain, please.”