Trapped With No Future

Chapter 7 The Heart is Not All that is Uncovered

Trudging through a storm was quite awful and there was nothing that they could use that would help them. Eliathem felt lost. She had never gone through this much pain but she knew it was worth the struggle to reach the top. The King was also frightened by the winter dust falling from the sky and creating a vanilla white field. However, he seemed more capable than Eliathem. The treacherous and stormy wind continued to return and was raining and sliding down Eliathem's hair. Eliathem and the King reached a trampled and curved slope on the edge of the mountain which made it difficult to get around and make their way closer to the brink. The only tool Eliathem could see that could help them was a stem-like tree hanging and waving as if it was screaming out for help in the wind, wrenched with branches and drenched with vines and stiff, edged leaves. Pulling tightly, the King was able to make his way over the folded edge, then he turned around and started to pull Eliathem's pale, cold fingers, bringing her over.

"I wish...that.....you had magic which could allow us to get through this storm easily", Eliathem shivered.

"I think I do", the King said.

"What are you talking about", Eliathem shouted with a tortured moan?

"I mean that I do obtain the power to cast away this snowstorm", the King said gently.

"What? Why did you not say anything", Eliathem demanded?

"Well, you never asked", the King said with a confused and obvious tone.

"Ugh....you still could have said something or did something. Do you know how hard this is to climb up here", Eliathem mumbled with rage under her cold, dead breath? "Just please cast any spell that could push away this horridly crafted storm", Eliathem said as she tried to keep her head from exploding.

"As you wish Ellie. Go up and cause a crack in this storm, make it do that this is all warm. Show the sun, azure sky, and trees, help us to uncover the keys", the King said withal a dragon of a voice.

I always find it humorous when he uses rhymes and riddles as his way of casting spells. He also keeps using this nickname, Ellie for me. It is starting to irritate me, Eliathem thought with wonder painted on her plush pink lips.

With a splash of memorization, the ground started to change to green. The snow simmered up and dissolved away. A yellow fire of gold bloomed out of the sky. The reflection of the sun's beaming spotlight swallowed away the polluted sky. It was warm and glorious. Eliathem's eyes were frozen and wide, set to a blank expression. She was so surprised, she almost cried. All was beautiful and dramatically colored. The air smelt of fresh pine oak. There were tiny dew liquid droplets clinging to the blades of the grass forming silhouette lines of spiderwebs to each corner of the jagged-edged grass. The overhanging evergreen trees wrapped around the forked branches and had a fleecy touch and looked glistening and burnished. Everything was so lavish and sublime.

"Wow! I never knew how delicate and pristine your wizardry powers are. Everything is so elegantly blazed", Eliathem said as her heartbeat thumped at a truly fast pace, so much that you could see her heart hit rapidly against her rough chest.

"You are very warmly welcomed. I am glad you adore the scenery I poured from my spell cast", the King said with much flattery flourishing from his dandy dimples.

"Shall we carry on now", the King said with much motivation?

"We shall", Eliathem graciously agreed.

As they climbed scraping the dirt drooling edges of their boots against the bushy clustered clovers, they were able to reach the concrete-like brink of the mountain. On the platform stood the gory ominous Ed's surrounding the invisible fence of darkness in the cynical cave.

Eliathem and the King planted themselves face to face with the closing cave. They automatically were lured in as if they were possessed to be drawn to the vague light that embraced more of the room as they crawled closer. The cave had scales of triggering knife-like spikes plastered to the walls and ceiling. Tar-like wax was painted around the black flooding floor. Once they were gazing their water-filled eyes towards the chest of firelight so close that their pupils displayed shimmering flashing blades, Eliathem and the King's minds went back to reality. They were shocked and about to bounce and float away until they noticed where they were and what they have found. After suffocating the miniature chest covered in a signature glaring glow into her rusty pack, they turned to walk out. There was another room that reflected from the corner of Eliathem's eye. "Wait...what do you think that unknown room is over there", Eliathem said with a skeptical tone?

"I am not sure", the King said with much curiosity.

"We should probably check, there might be something lurking around vital in there", Eliathem said with striking desire.

"Then let's do that...but quickly. I am starting to have a petrifying memory of this forming into my mind right about now and I do not want to have horrifying nightmares in my subconscious", the King whispered with a paranoia sense surrounding his every movement.

They crept carefully spieling like a turbine towards the unopened room, with no thread of a sound from their blanked mouths or crumpled legs.

Sneaking around the moldy ark of the entryway to the forbidden room, all was shrouded from view and the tortuous spikes created a line around the taunting room. It felt heavy. Eliathem allowed her instincts to intertwine with her inquisitive sensation causing her to move closer to the depth of the cavern. As she lingered forward, her foot stepped forward slipping against something bulging out of the ground. Eliathem was severed from balance and she flirted with the crumbling dirt-masked floor. Strait after Eliathem bounced and her face plummeted against the ground, the King grabbed her arms and yanked her right back up. "Are you okay? That was a harsh crash to your head", the King asked with anxious worry.

"I...I think...kk so...oh", Eliathem stuttered closing her eyes as she rubbed her head simultaneously. She turned to where she tripped and trembled as she knelled down.

"Careful Eliathem", the King said quickly.

"I am good", Eliathem exhaustively spitted out. Eliathem continued. She gently wiped the dust with her palms against the bump of rocks growing out of the concrete ground. Eliathem noticed that the bulge molded to make a large scrappy triangle shape with a heart shape directly edged out in the middle. "Oh my", Eliathem cried under her fast-paced breath.

"What", the King asked troubled?.... Eliathem was too in thought to acknowledge what he said.

Eliathem, with a dropped jaw and stunning face, continued to crawl toward the middle of the heart shape, as her legs limped forward struggling to dangle and cling on to her torso. Her hand plunged fingers going in first into the middle of the brown heart. At that moment when her nail scratched the slimy dirt, an orbiting sphere of blackness with a slight ring of mist flowing around and floating out as it is holding the black misty hole of darkness bleeding ghostly fog. Eliathem reached out and touched it. The sphere felt like spewed lumpy algae. She felt great in the world. She was in a fantasy. Then....she was being dragged and strolled vastly in. Eliathem tried to keep her hold on the ground but she was not strong enough. "Ahhhhhh", Eliathem screamed as she gulped strongly.

The King raced over and yanked at her arm trying to save her, but he was pulled in as well. There were screams and cries. There was nothing they could do...