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Gosh, sorry for all the wait, here it is. Next chapter will appear Tuesday just to give my typing mood a break, it's been very fussy as of late. D: I'm not making any guarantees though. >_>
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Chapter 9: Deathly Secrets
Underneath hundreds of feet of dirt lays the Catacombs of Zion, where the group of nine travel through to obtain the corpse of Zion in which their enemy intends to retrieve. As Moriah jumps back onto her feet, her heart races faster than a jet. She let air out, panting heavily. "For a moment there," she said. "I thought I was going to die!"
Lite, the warrior who's face is concealed by the coif of the ancient Barrows brother, Karil, turns to Moriah. He shook his head side to side. "No matter what," he replied. "We aren't going to let anyone die down here."
Moriah heard the reply by Lite. She drew in air into her lungs, ballooning them into two bloated bags of oxygen. As quickly as she drew it in, she lets the air out, sighing out her relief. But she quickly remembers something, when the former sun in her hand crossed briefly through the room, all the coffins, which were all wooden.
Her head quickly turns behind her, hearing the moaning and crying of the dead. She threw her right hand out in front of her, a ball of dancing flame began to form right in front of her right palm. Quickly, the flame jets out of her palm and rushed towards the wooden coffins faster than a track star.
As soon as they approached, they engulfed. They consumed the wood, binding it in it's deadly embrace. The flames latched onto all wooden coffins around the western wall where Moriah's right hand pointed like the needle in a compass. These waltzing flames brightened the place up, like the sun lights up the world around us.
Gosh, sorry for all the wait, here it is. Next chapter will appear Tuesday just to give my typing mood a break, it's been very fussy as of late. D: I'm not making any guarantees though. >_>
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Chapter 9: Deathly Secrets
Underneath hundreds of feet of dirt lays the Catacombs of Zion, where the group of nine travel through to obtain the corpse of Zion in which their enemy intends to retrieve. As Moriah jumps back onto her feet, her heart races faster than a jet. She let air out, panting heavily. "For a moment there," she said. "I thought I was going to die!"
Lite, the warrior who's face is concealed by the coif of the ancient Barrows brother, Karil, turns to Moriah. He shook his head side to side. "No matter what," he replied. "We aren't going to let anyone die down here."
Moriah heard the reply by Lite. She drew in air into her lungs, ballooning them into two bloated bags of oxygen. As quickly as she drew it in, she lets the air out, sighing out her relief. But she quickly remembers something, when the former sun in her hand crossed briefly through the room, all the coffins, which were all wooden.
Her head quickly turns behind her, hearing the moaning and crying of the dead. She threw her right hand out in front of her, a ball of dancing flame began to form right in front of her right palm. Quickly, the flame jets out of her palm and rushed towards the wooden coffins faster than a track star.
As soon as they approached, they engulfed. They consumed the wood, binding it in it's deadly embrace. The flames latched onto all wooden coffins around the western wall where Moriah's right hand pointed like the needle in a compass. These waltzing flames brightened the place up, like the sun lights up the world around us.
The end
is only
the beginning...
05-Jun-2010 23:30:55
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