Through the hallway that shouted the destiny of Moriah Rona, she and her friend Drake followed the guidance of Adrian. Their footsteps echoed across the hallways, bouncing from wall to wall like a ball in the game pinball.
Moriah kept a mask on her face that was designed to keep her anger from revealing it's self. Her pale blue eyes however remained glued to the familiar dark brown Cassock robe, the familiar enemy of the Kingdom of Avdima.
Adrian stared down at the ground, not even looking at where he was going. His face masked by apathy, his eyes lost in a ocean of uncertainty. The black hooded Drake shuffled his head left and right, gazing upon the details of the castle. There were many cuts across the walls of the narrow hall. These injuries seemed to be caused by a blade and seemed to have been there for years.
Drake seemed curious, but felt like he'd rather not ask about them. His head faced Adrian, the guide into the castle they knew very well. Adrian suddenly froze solid like a statue. To his right laid a really old looking wooden door. The door had two metal straps going across the top and bottom of it.
Moriah turned her head to the right and gazed upon this door. Her face wore a puzzled expression. It felt as if she had gazed upon this very door a thousand times despite never seeing it before with her own eyes.
Drake gazed upon the door, he wore a calm look on his face. Adrian launched his right hand out to the small handlebar that was worn on the left side of the door. His pale skinned hand latched onto the handle loosely. He slowly pulled the door open, it made an eerie screech as it opened.
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As soon as the door cracked open, Drake began to feel strange. In his mind, he calmly panicked about the unanswerable question about his strange feeling. His teeth slightly gritted together. He tried his best to keep this feeling from being acknowledged by Moriah whom he was behind.
An incredible gelid gale and a rancid blast infested the air. The air smelled like the death of a thousand people. The inside of the room was a long staircase going down, it was as black as the abyss. Moriah breathed in and out, she was able to see the warmth of her lively breath collide with the cold as death air.
Moriah clenched her left hand into a ball, pulling her clenched hand up. Her left arm looked like an L. Her hand opened up, a small ball of fire bloomed in the palm of her hand as soon as her hand began to open up.
Adrian turned towards the blackness before the three. "Follow me." he commanded. His feet stepped down onto the first stair down into the darkness. The long staircase was trimmed by long narrow walls. Adrian fearlessly stepped further and further into the darkness until he was completely swallowed by the shadow.
Moriah turned to Drake who turned to her. They both shook their heads up and down, assuring that they both were ready to face whatever was ahead. Moriah took the first step into the lit up darkness. Her light hits the darkness, causing the blackness to cower in fear. The light revealed what the darkness was keeping hidden. The walls were painted with messages written in blood.
Moriah gazed upon the words, her eyes scrolled across the words carefully. ""Within the millennia ahead, the fate and destiny will meet face to face"?" she quoted. Her eyes scrolled all across the walls, the sentence she spoke was written on every single space around. "What in the world...?"
Drake gazed upon the wall Moriah stared at. "Zion and Zin..." he mumbled, his voice diseased by weakness. Bullets of sweat charge down his forehead like an army of raging bulls.
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Moriah turned to Drake. She realized the weakness that was expressed on the black cloaked young man before her. A concerned look took over her. "Are you alright?" she quickly questioned.
"I-I'm just a little weak all of a sudden," he murmured, his voice sounded hawed as he spoke. "But I'm fine..."
Moriah drew in air into her lungs, releasing it about into the frozen atmosphere around her. "If you insist..." she mumbled, turning her head back in front of her. The three steadily made their way down the steps. The blood message on the faded beige stone walls followed them down as they continued. Moriah shuffled her head left and right, still looking at the message no matter what. "Someone was seriously making sure their message wasn't missed." she thought.
The strange feeling grew steadily with each step Drake took. "Well, I guess it truly was quite important to them..." he weakly spoke. In front of the magic user and black cloaked young man, the Saradominist froze in place. Moriah and Drake got down to the last few steps and Adrian began to walk forward once again.
As soon as Moriah took a step down on the cold stone floor at the end of the long staircase, torches at the left and right of the room just suddenly lit up with white fire. The stone prison was lit up completely without a shred of darkness to hinder it.
The room was about sixteen feet from the ground to the ceiling and about seventeen feet wide. The walls were made of the same faded beige stone used in the walls of the long stairway down to this very room. Before them was a very long ruby red carpet that lead to an altar at the other side of the room.
The carpet was along a narrow thirty foot pathway that led to this altar. Beside the narrow pathway were two twenty foots beds of water that followed the pathway that were on the left and right.
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To the other end of the room was a silver altar, it's edges trimmed in gold. Two statues, made of the same stone as the walls and floor stood solid about three feet from the left and right of the altar. The two statue's hands held out white fire in the palm of their hands.
They wore long hooded cloaks that covered them from head to toe. Their faces were entirely concealed by their hoods. But beside these statues, they guarded the silver altar. But it wasn't the altar they were guarding but what was on top of it.
A young, seemingly comatose man laid silent on top of the altar. He wore a ruby red cloak tied around his neck that bled on top of the entire altar and poured like a waterfall down onto the stone floor. His body was completely cloaked in white armour from the end of his neck all the way down to the edge of his toes.
His hair was blonde and it flowed down behind his back. His face looked just like Modello's, as if he had some kind of secret twin. The altar was just big enough for the young man, as if it were custom made just for him. His body looked like an arrowhead, his arms were apart from his body while his legs were stuck together like glue.
His limbs were limp and he showed no signs of life at all. Moriah gazed upon the young man in awe, her eyes were widened and in shock. She slowly began walking over to the altar. "So..." she mumbled as she tightly clenched the Tablet of Zion in her hand. "This is Zion..."
Adrian was walking beside her, their footsteps almost in perfect synchronization. "Be careful though," he softly warned. "Those statues truly are guarding Zion's body."
Moriah shot her head straight over to Adrian. "Really?" she replied, her tone of voice sounded strangely fascinated. Just as she spoke, her feet froze. She turned her head behind her and saw Drake not following the two. She began jogging back to him. "Drake? What's the matter?"
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