The Five Realms
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
2,261
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Lost Prince: 010
Chemarim : Thanks! I know I made the right decision following your advice. ^_^
Zelasii : You're right. My grammar's fucked up. Hehe. I read the first 5 chapters and I wanted to cry. I don't have time to revise them yet. Too busy. Anyway, thanks for the review. I really appreciate the fact that you enjoyed the story. Thanks ^_^
This is a very short chapter. Sorry.
~*STORY*~
The February air was warm and dry in the Key West cemetery. A cloaked figure hiding behind a monument watched the group of men carrying a large intricately designed box, followed by a woman and a boy as they gathered outside the entrance of an old mausoleum, waiting for the graveyard groundkeeper to open the huge arching doors. He took a good look at the boy but could not define his features. The boy's figure was too far to be able to see clearly. He opened the black bag he was carrying and took out a camera with telephoto lenses, unscrewing the cap from the lenses as he readied himself to take a picture of the boy. Unfortunately, the boy had moved and was now covered by the hulking figures of his male companions as they started entering the mausoleum. He growled in frustration and slumped on the dew-laden ground. He was in for a long wait.
XX
The whole gang had flown to the Key West where Thom and Sav used to live. It was the second burial for the elven siblings' parents, an old elven custom that was carried out at the first anniversary of death. There was no ritual or ceremony, just a simple transfer of the decomposed bones into the ossuary or bone box.
Thom and Savyn followed the dwarven groundkeeper into the mausoleum. The 3-stooges, Mel, Nathan and Samandiriel helped carry the bone box inside, setting it on the marble floor. The groundkeeper gave them a curious glance before he bowed and left, leaving the door ajar.
The mausoleum was made of marble, and was bare of any form of art. It was musty-smelling but surprisingly clean. Two unlit torches hang on both sides of the wall, a crypt on the center and a human-sized angel statue beside it. Upon closer inspection, the crypt was inscribed with words:
“Tula sinome indyo amin. Cam amin kwara i' men a' i' annon tar ten'onio.”
(Come to me my descendants. My hand holds the way to the door beyond eternity)
Nathan moved one of the angel's hands. There was the sound of hinges moving and the crypt opened, revealing a stairway that led below. Samandiriel took the torches off the wall and held it to Nathan. The dragon snapped his fingers and a flame appeared on his index finger. He lit the torches and took one for himself, leading the way to the underground room. The rest followed, dragging the box with them. The angel bearing the second torch was the last to go.
A few torches were attached to the columns of the room and were lit by the torch bearers, exposing the morbid treasures the darkness hid. The huge cavern like structure was a cross between a columbarium and an underground mausoleum. The center had elaborate crypts of different sizes, each with inscription tablets. The walls were a columbarium of sorts, housing the urns together with the ossuaries.
The men put the bonebox inside one of the vacant locker-like receptacles that had the late Erickson couple's names written on it. They each said a little prayer for the couple's souls and headed towards the opening, leaving Sav and Thom to pay there respects to their dead parents.
XX
The huddled figure watched as the groundkeeper smoked his 5th cigarette. It had been almost an hour since the group had entered the building, and ten minutes later the men came out without the young boy and woman. Now they were still there sitting on the steps of the mausoleum, waiting for the boy and the woman to leave the building.
A few of them turned to the door as two forms came out of the mausoleum.
The huddled figure readied his camera and positioned himself to get a good shot. The boy was talking to the white-haired man now, his faced turned sidewards.
Click. Click.
The boy moved again, turning to face the spectacled man.
Click. Click. Click.
A few more clicks from the camera and his mission was finished. The huddled figure silently congratulated himself for a job well done and stealthily left the cemetery.
Zelasii : You're right. My grammar's fucked up. Hehe. I read the first 5 chapters and I wanted to cry. I don't have time to revise them yet. Too busy. Anyway, thanks for the review. I really appreciate the fact that you enjoyed the story. Thanks ^_^
This is a very short chapter. Sorry.
~*STORY*~
The February air was warm and dry in the Key West cemetery. A cloaked figure hiding behind a monument watched the group of men carrying a large intricately designed box, followed by a woman and a boy as they gathered outside the entrance of an old mausoleum, waiting for the graveyard groundkeeper to open the huge arching doors. He took a good look at the boy but could not define his features. The boy's figure was too far to be able to see clearly. He opened the black bag he was carrying and took out a camera with telephoto lenses, unscrewing the cap from the lenses as he readied himself to take a picture of the boy. Unfortunately, the boy had moved and was now covered by the hulking figures of his male companions as they started entering the mausoleum. He growled in frustration and slumped on the dew-laden ground. He was in for a long wait.
XX
The whole gang had flown to the Key West where Thom and Sav used to live. It was the second burial for the elven siblings' parents, an old elven custom that was carried out at the first anniversary of death. There was no ritual or ceremony, just a simple transfer of the decomposed bones into the ossuary or bone box.
Thom and Savyn followed the dwarven groundkeeper into the mausoleum. The 3-stooges, Mel, Nathan and Samandiriel helped carry the bone box inside, setting it on the marble floor. The groundkeeper gave them a curious glance before he bowed and left, leaving the door ajar.
The mausoleum was made of marble, and was bare of any form of art. It was musty-smelling but surprisingly clean. Two unlit torches hang on both sides of the wall, a crypt on the center and a human-sized angel statue beside it. Upon closer inspection, the crypt was inscribed with words:
“Tula sinome indyo amin. Cam amin kwara i' men a' i' annon tar ten'onio.”
(Come to me my descendants. My hand holds the way to the door beyond eternity)
Nathan moved one of the angel's hands. There was the sound of hinges moving and the crypt opened, revealing a stairway that led below. Samandiriel took the torches off the wall and held it to Nathan. The dragon snapped his fingers and a flame appeared on his index finger. He lit the torches and took one for himself, leading the way to the underground room. The rest followed, dragging the box with them. The angel bearing the second torch was the last to go.
A few torches were attached to the columns of the room and were lit by the torch bearers, exposing the morbid treasures the darkness hid. The huge cavern like structure was a cross between a columbarium and an underground mausoleum. The center had elaborate crypts of different sizes, each with inscription tablets. The walls were a columbarium of sorts, housing the urns together with the ossuaries.
The men put the bonebox inside one of the vacant locker-like receptacles that had the late Erickson couple's names written on it. They each said a little prayer for the couple's souls and headed towards the opening, leaving Sav and Thom to pay there respects to their dead parents.
XX
The huddled figure watched as the groundkeeper smoked his 5th cigarette. It had been almost an hour since the group had entered the building, and ten minutes later the men came out without the young boy and woman. Now they were still there sitting on the steps of the mausoleum, waiting for the boy and the woman to leave the building.
A few of them turned to the door as two forms came out of the mausoleum.
The huddled figure readied his camera and positioned himself to get a good shot. The boy was talking to the white-haired man now, his faced turned sidewards.
Click. Click.
The boy moved again, turning to face the spectacled man.
Click. Click. Click.
A few more clicks from the camera and his mission was finished. The huddled figure silently congratulated himself for a job well done and stealthily left the cemetery.