Okay, here we go! Once again, I have no idea where the last of my story is.... could be anywhere...
The last bit of story, compliments of my Word document They quietly strode through the passageways, Darien’s golden runes lighting their way, the steps of their feet barely audible though the cave
system was deathly quiet, an icy chill breezed about them from locations unknown; the ominous place befit the despicable creature.
Many dreary corridors were passed before at last they reached their destination, having turned their final corner and coming face to face with the
brilliant white room they had last stood in what seemed an age ago…
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The room seemed whiter, and brighter, than she remembered; the walls of the chamber reflected against one another and near blinded her as both Darien
and herself simultaneously stepped into the inner sanctum of Azothinne, an instant headache slamming into her temple. The room was empty.
“Do not be deceived.”
Darien’s unusually solemn words spoke through her and echoed in her ears, and she had to force herself to not cringe at the pain his voice had
contributed to her already aching head. The pain was evident in her voice as she hastily whispered to him.
“Speak softer! Oh, gosh… my head…”
He raised an amused eyebrow at her and shook his head slowly, almost mockingly.
“My dear lady… only you are in control of you, do not allow the creature’s lingering aura affect you. Beseech the higher powers that watch over
us and protect yourself!”
Kaelci raised a shaking hand to her pounding head and lightly rubbed at her temple, pain swiftly shooting around her head and vibrating down her
spine. She resisted the urge to fall to her knees, and trembling with the strength of the pain reverberating through her, she remembered the
conversation herself and Darien had had before traversing the caves and entering this cursed white room. Whispering croakily, she attempted for the
first time to speak the words she did not even know.
“Vin ba elasa… Xandur… ba cael’na bin velasa…”
The runes woven into her robes burst into golden light! The pain that shot through her body swiftly vanished! And Darien chuckled softly at her as he
curiously gazed around the white chamber.
“You are too uncertain of yourself, dear lady.”
Suddenly he straightened and pointed towards the far corner of the room.
As he pointed, golden light shone from his hand and flared out toward the corner, accentuating the large arachnid shape that was Azothinne. Surrounded
by the golden light, the spider lord swiftly materialised before their eyes! Gigantic, the creature towered above them, green venom dripped from his
fangs, his many eyes glowed red as they stared down at the two mages before him.
The spider lord took a step towards them, the flooring beneath them shaking with that one step, and Kaelci hastily grabbed Darien’s arm, terrified
as the spider neared. Whatever Darien was going to do, he had to do it now! She had no idea how this feat would be achieved! How would a giant shoe
even fit in here? Where was this giant shoe!?
Darien only smiled his infuriatingly boyish grin and watched as the spider took another ominous step toward them, and another. The entrancements that
Azothinne tried to encase them in failing as their runic robes grew brighter and brighter at his approach.
Kaelci closed her eyes tightly and strengthened her grip on Darien’s arm, the green venom that dripped from Azothinne’s fangs landed with a splash
ahead of them, any closer and it would have touched them! Darien! Do something!
His laughter echoed about her head as he spoke to her mind. Dear Lady! I thought you disdained such telepathic shenanigans! Alas, young miss, do be
Be patient!? Was he mad!? She closed her eyes ever tighter and cringed as she awaited her inevitable death.
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