The Exodus Sagas: Book IV - Of Moons and Myth (35 page)

Saberrak walked to the left, rotating his shoulder to loosen it from his attempt at the door. He twirled his axes twice, then lowered his horns. Shinayne took a stance, sideways
in the center
, Elicras out on point with Carice high overhead. James raised his shield
and took the right side
, then drew his griffon hilted broadsword back
and saluted it to his cheek. Azenairk stood behind them, hammer and moons in his
left
hand, blacksteel warhammer in the other.

Hissssss

Stomp, stomp, stomp

Hisssss

Stomp, stomp, stomp

“
Now you listen here, I know you have been h
ere before. So open these doors or
show me how
.” Gwenneth had quickly gestured a few arcane spells of undoing to no avail. The door was either divinely locked, magically sealed without trace, or something else. Her little tricks, that no longer required more than a simple flick of her fingers, would have unlocked or unbarred any normal door.
She whispered to the staff, sensing it was amused with something.

No. You refuse to take me to the tower, so you can die here with your friends. Someone worthy will be along to satisfy my needs, eventually.

Gwenneth fumed at the thoughts in her head. “
If you do not help me, I will channel the Incantation of the Sky into your emerald here, with all I can summon. I will make sure the lightning takes us both out of this world. Now, open the doors, Imoch.
”

You would not dare, you are a little girl, you do not have the stomach for it.

“
Watch me
.” Gwenneth began to chant and speak the words that would summon lightning from storms that did not exist.

Saberrak waited until the knights of undeath were within reach of his axes. He feinted two brutal
high
swings, their shields raised, and he
stepped up fast and drove his horns and shoulders into them. The gray gladiator lifted as he impacted, sending twenty or more skeletal soldiers hurling off the left side of the bridge and airborn over the ones behind them. His axes spun low right after, around twice, taking the legs off of ten more before he backed up next to Shinayne.

The elven highborne slashed Carice across the incoming scimitars, then drove Elicras into a skull. The hiss died fast, orange flicker
s
of light wisping out from the eyes, and it fell to the ground in a pile or old steel and charred bone. Shinayne kicked a shield to her right, sending two more off the edge, then spun with Carice and took off two more skulls.

James blocked a blade with his shield, crosscut another, then slashed downward through bone and rusty armor. He did not stop his cut, but followed down with his shield, knocking another off the right edge of the bridge and letting it shatter from the fall. He felt his hand glowing, though he had not willed it, and when he returned with a sweeping cut across the mob, the blue flames seemed to burn through the bone. Four more fell to piles, the hisses turning to faint screams, yet James backed up with Saberrak and Shinayne as the thousands kept their march, even crushing the remains of their dead brethren underfoot.

As the elven noble slashed the countless down with her blades, the knight of Chazzrynn and Saberrak hurled and cut more off the sides of the bridge, Zen Thalanaxe prayed loudly over the cacophony of crackling bones. As he finished, he swung his hammer around his head.

“
Gurdeth ekvir Vundren ve, darvillis
!” Stone pillars shot up in circles, mimicking his motions with the warhammer, and thrust
ing up
from the bridge into existence. The dead knights flung into the sky, were smashed into one another, and their countless numbers were now bottlenecked to get past.

“
Volishir, Valashan
…” Gwenne’s fingers went numb, she smiled, feeling the energies build around her. She tickled the emerald on her staff as small sparks began to ripple from nails.
She looked to the army of dead knights her friends stood against, the bridge that would fall and consume them all, then she winked at the staff with a mischievous grin.

Very well, Indirith, Omnirian, Haddius de Seartes! But, you had best keep your promise, Lazlette.

“
Indirith, Omnirian, Haddius de Seartes
!” Gwenneth channeled her latent energies into the words and gripped the staff of Imoch as she thrust her hand forward toward the doors.The magic felt different, older, a blend of arcane and some divine power built into words that was either unknown or far beyond her. Her hand ached, nearly forcing it closed with a spasm of pain. The steel
doors swung inward
, steam rose from inside and small rivers of water pooled at her feet.

“Inside, quickly!” Gwenneth yelled over the war ensuing on the bridge.

Through parries and stop cuts, shield blocks and guarding greataxes, the three warriors on the bridge withdrew toward the steel doors and steam. Zen backed in, his steps sloshing on wet stone, and waited for his friends. Gwenneth turned inside, concentrating on illuminating her staff in the dark forgotten temple. With a well timed quick feint to lunge ahead, Shinayne, Saberrak, and James backpeddaled with their dwarven ally in past the doors as the dead knights raised their shields.

“Shut it, shut it, hurry now!” Zen and James grabbed the right door while Shinayne and Saberrak turned to the left. Just as the massing undead soldiers reached the entry, the steel portals slammed shut. Half a dozen arms and blades snapped with the steel, then fell to the stone floor and turned to dust and ash.

“How does it lock? There are no bars!” Saberrak leaned his weight on th
e doors, feeling the pressure from
an army of bones trying against him.

Gwenneth
was showered in green light from the staff, turned and pointed her finger at the doors her companions leaned their backs to. “
Ouderium, Omnirian Haddius de, Cierti!”

I did not tell you how to shut and seal them, how did you---

“
I am a graduate master of Lazlette Semanarium Arcanum, Imoch. I am far beyond what you may think of me.”
Gwenne whispered to the staff, having easily found the reversal of the empowered ancient words to the doors
he had given her, she knew he would not have offered it willingly
.

So you may be, but Lazlette was a servant family name when those like myself ruled the arcane. Be warned.

“They are sealed, we are safe now, you can let go.”
Gwenne ignored the insult and threat from her staff and motioned for her friends to cease their support of the doors she had closed.

“This is interesting, how is it the other temples are vacant and burned out from war? Yet, this one stands sealed and preserved.” Shinayne followed Gwenne’s light around the chamber. High ceilings dripped with condensation, alcoves held stone basins with water that still flowed, and steam rose from the lower stairs that dove up and dow
n through the center of the grand enclosed structure
.

“What is that symbol,
whose temple was this?” James traced his finger around a large glowing moon of stone. The top half glowed white, the bottom glowed blue, and rays that looked as waves decorated off of the bottom. As his fingers touched it, it throbbed and the sound of stone grating against stone echoed deep below.

“I would not be touchin’ that there, careful James. I don’t know who was worshipped here, and after two thousand years or so---“ Zen heard Saberrak snort over his head.

“Haddius, Ruler of the Oceans and W
inds, he was worshi
pped here. He is one of the seven
Caricians.” Saberrak knew it, from the scroll, from whatever was in him now, he just knew.

“There be ten temples aroun
d us then, what is the other three
for if ye’ know so much, minotaur?”

“To protect them.
The
ir Mother and
the
ir
Father, Seirena and Megos.
”

“That makes nine, what be the tenth one then?”

“
Some sort of hidden worship
I cannot see, that no one can see.
We are not allowed to see them.
”
Saberrak huffed.

“Baah, how do ye’ know that?
And who be
we
, anyway?”
”

“Not sure how, but I do.”
He snorted
.

“Allright, I’ll buy that then, yer eyes be glowin’ blue and such now.” Zen nodded up with hi
s chin toward the gray minotaur
whose eyes had the effervescent shadows of rich blue wisping around them again
, dancing flames over his horn tattooes.

“We need to head down.” Saberrak blinked his eyes, trying to get the blue tinges to fade, and pointed to the stairs that led into humid darkness below.

“Very well Saberrak
, Gwenneth, you keep yer’ light bright then. Come on, let’s all follow
the chosen one here
.” Azenairk chuckled as everyone fell into place treading down the curling spiral stairs of stone.

Step by slow cautious step, they passed floors of open temple with flowing pools of ancient water, steams that hissed from alcoves unseen, and the faint hum of noise from beneath grew more ominous. Mildew permeated the air as they continued, old bones and cloth robes floated by in airborn streams
that drew stares
, and skulls by the hundreds bubbled over in a
pool of brackish green. Keeping a downward pace, prayers rooms and inner balconies on flooded terraces came into view, yet the source of the water was not to be seen.
Small waterfalls recycled the bones and
holy
decorations of old priests before their very eyes, ov
er and over, down through the r
oaring fal
ls
into steam and returning
from another set of pouring water
two floors later.

Gwenneth stopped, her feet reaching the last step available as the floors
and stairs
below were completely submerged under at least fifty feet of water.
Her light shone brighter upon mental impulse, revealing treasures and coins beneath the flooded temple, and a round moon shaped door open far ahead.

“I am afraid this is as far as we go!” Gwenne had to yell, seven waterfalls landing in all directions around her from varying heights from up where they had traversed
. The streams came from this pool of a floor as well, spiraling into rushing brooks through midair, twirling into the lonely emptiness of the temple.

Saberrak walked past her, up to his knees now, then his waist, down the stairs he went. Shinayne lunged and grabbed his shoulder to pull him back, then James grabbed her arm, each of them holding on to one another as they tried to stop their minotaur friend from disappearing under the waters.

“Saberrak!” Shinayne’s ha
nd slipped off of his wet scale
mail.

Without a word, the minotaur strapped his axes to his sides, and lowered his head as he descended into the flooded lower temple. The waters swirled, his eyes illuminated the entire submerged area with deep blue, and then everyone froze with awe.

As the gray minotaur reached the bottom, completely submerged
and ignoring the muffled pleas
of his friends, he felt to take a knee. As he did, the water parted just enough to breath, just a sliver of a finger wide
in front of his bovine tattoed face
. Saberrak raised his hands, placed his palms together
as he knelt, and then put his hands into the open wedge of water. Opening his eyes, he slowly spread his hands apart, and the five floors of water moved aside with his palms. Saberrak Agrannar felt no struggle, no effort needed, and within moments his arms were straight out to his sides with a spanse of nearly ten feet from hand to hand. The waters were parted from the ground to the fifth floor.

“
I…I do not believe what I am seeing
.” Shinayne whispered to James.

“Nor I, but I am not going to wait for it to drown him either.” James rushed down the stairs.

“I am not going in there, no way on Vundren’s Mountain. He slips or snorts, and we are all drowned like fish.” Zen looked at the massive walls of water on either side of the minotaur, waiting like uncertain rocks to fall any moment.

Gwenneth’s eyes flared yellow
with arcane sense
, she gazed around, every direction then shook her head
with wide eyed disbelief
. “
Impossible
.”

“What is impossible? Not that I would disagree
at this
then, but just curious.” Zen backed up another step.

“Nothing there. There are auras from our gifts and weapons, some arcane treasures hidden throughout this temple that I can see, but
nothing there
.” She pointed to the kneeling minotaur with the walls of water held by his palms. “This is not magical, no
arcane
trick, it simply…is
…
it is not possible
.”