“This is it, Marm,” Thok stated with a long unheard excitement in his voice, “Thok can feel it.”
Marmaros, charged with a new hope, had the same feeling. He used the remnants of his depleting energy to stand himself up. Slowly, he pulled out is sword, covered in dry blood. They were not too particular about that. New blood would wash it off. As they opened the final door, a light came from within. It was blinding; as bright as the sun.
With a deep breath, Thok screamed at the top of his voice, “CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!”
The dynamic duo bolted into the room with their swords in the air. Expecting a quick strike from the enemy, Thok leaped to the left and Marmaros to the right – a technique they had mastered over the months. Then with all their strength, they made a half turn crouching and sliced towards the middle where the giant creature was supposed to reside.
But there was nothing. Thok and Marmaros crouched facing each other, looking puzzled as their swords stayed dangling in the air, as if waiting for something to happen. Nothing did. The room was completely empty.
“We come so far… for this?” Thok yelled. Marmaros’ eyes started tearing up. Slowly, he put his blade to his throat and closed his eyes. But Thok saw this, and in the nick of time, broke his brother’s arms to save his life. Marmaros passed out. Thok sat down, his leg broken from the quick dive. There was nothing left for them. They had spent eons in this hell… for nothing?
Suddenly, a bright light shone onto a spot in the centre, much like what Thok saw as he opened the door. Startled, Thok tried to stand but his numb leg did not permit him to. For the first time in his life, Thok was helpless, and he could not even bear to admit that to himself. The light, more intense now, began to reveal a figure that just seemed to come from nowhere. It was the figure of a man – old, bearded and dressed in clean, white robes.
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