06-25-2009, 03:53 AM
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Daniel stood there and absorbed everything she told him. Now he understood why his childhood friend suddenly behaved strangely distant and hostile towards him. It wasnât Robin at all.
Balthus.
He also understood why she didnât tell him about their family. Possession, witchcraft, whatever you wanted to call it was forbidden and wouldnât just result in their family being exiled. Anyone possessed like this could end up in a sanatorium or worse.
âYour mom? And little Aline?â Daniel inquired. âThey have... they hear them too?â
A tiny smile began to form as she answered back. âMy sister? No, thankfully. She wonât even be told about it until sheâs much older.â Kneeling down, she picked up the spear by the fallen giant of a man. âStill, she wasnât firstborn,â she spoke with a little more confidence. âI am.â
âUh-huh,â he acknowledged. âAnd which pinhead ran back up the stairs just a moment ago?â
Robin gawked at hearing Danielâs sarcastic query, and noticed the grin on his face. She almost broke out in laughter as relief swept over her. âYou really have to ask?â she chortled.
Thatâs my Robin.
There was no longer any doubt in his mind. Moving nimbly, Daniel retrieved the blade from where it had fallen and proceeded through the doorway. Now, more than ever, he wanted to help Robin on her venture. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw her watching him dumbfounded.
âWhat are you waiting for, blockhead?â he called out. âMove your buns,â he said with a wink before vanishing into the next room.
With a spring in her step, she gladly followed him. Nothing could slow her down anymore.
Except an apparently barren room.
The chamber was impressive in size, nearly large enough to hold all of their little village. And unlike the passages and corridors they traversed to get here, it was all carved out of the stone mountain that the fortress stood upon. It all had an eerie reddish glow from the numerous oil lamps lit througout the room as they rested on their tall iron stands.
âThis canât be it,â was uttered deep into the cavern. The pair looked at each other almost smiling as they both spoke it aloud at the same time.
âI guess now we just have to start looking,â she sighed. Somewhere in the deep was their prize.
Daniel stood there and absorbed everything she told him. Now he understood why his childhood friend suddenly behaved strangely distant and hostile towards him. It wasnât Robin at all.
Balthus.
He also understood why she didnât tell him about their family. Possession, witchcraft, whatever you wanted to call it was forbidden and wouldnât just result in their family being exiled. Anyone possessed like this could end up in a sanatorium or worse.
âYour mom? And little Aline?â Daniel inquired. âThey have... they hear them too?â
A tiny smile began to form as she answered back. âMy sister? No, thankfully. She wonât even be told about it until sheâs much older.â Kneeling down, she picked up the spear by the fallen giant of a man. âStill, she wasnât firstborn,â she spoke with a little more confidence. âI am.â
âUh-huh,â he acknowledged. âAnd which pinhead ran back up the stairs just a moment ago?â
Robin gawked at hearing Danielâs sarcastic query, and noticed the grin on his face. She almost broke out in laughter as relief swept over her. âYou really have to ask?â she chortled.
Thatâs my Robin.
There was no longer any doubt in his mind. Moving nimbly, Daniel retrieved the blade from where it had fallen and proceeded through the doorway. Now, more than ever, he wanted to help Robin on her venture. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw her watching him dumbfounded.
âWhat are you waiting for, blockhead?â he called out. âMove your buns,â he said with a wink before vanishing into the next room.
With a spring in her step, she gladly followed him. Nothing could slow her down anymore.
Except an apparently barren room.
The chamber was impressive in size, nearly large enough to hold all of their little village. And unlike the passages and corridors they traversed to get here, it was all carved out of the stone mountain that the fortress stood upon. It all had an eerie reddish glow from the numerous oil lamps lit througout the room as they rested on their tall iron stands.
âThis canât be it,â was uttered deep into the cavern. The pair looked at each other almost smiling as they both spoke it aloud at the same time.
âI guess now we just have to start looking,â she sighed. Somewhere in the deep was their prize.