The door opened to a room so dark that Rohan could not see his hand if he waved it in front of his face. Their footsteps echoed throughout the room, revealing that the room was indeed massive in comparison to the other rooms they had been in. the door slammed shut behind them, creating a massive bang. They continued forward, watching as torches lit themselves and the room around them. The room was empty except for the altar at the end of the room and one lone statue sitting in the middle of the room. It was almost as tall as the room itself and its color was faded with age. It looked just like rock, a dark brown with a red tint to it. It stood tall and proud, holding a double-sided ax within its grip. It looked like a person, a giant, though had no features on its face but two hollowed out holes for eyes. Its feet were rooted to the ground, the rock molding together and crumbling with time.
“If we’re quite enough, we might be able to slip around it,” Husky suggested, stepping forward and sniffing the air.
“No,” India said. “There's dark magic around, I can feel it. We’ll end up fighting the statue, whether we like it or not.”
“Are you sure?” Rohan asked. “It looks like it’s not moving to me.”
India sighed in annoyance, stepping forward to stand next to the statue.
“What are you doing?” Rohan cried.
India glared at him. “Bringing it to life so that it doesn’t surprise us when we go to touch the charm on the altar.” She touched it.
The whole ground shook, rock fell from the ceiling. Rohan looked at the statue, which had come to life. Its eyes glowed red and it twisted its waist around, as if stretching after a long nap. It bent its knee and lifted its foot, taking some of the ground with it. It did the same with the other foot. It stretched out its arms, gripping the ax tightly before swinging it around, causing India to drop to the ground to avoid it. This was the guardian of the fire charm.
Rohan drew his sword while Husky flicked his hears back and barred his teeth. The statue stepped forward, shaking the ground with each step, and swing his ax at the pair. Rohan jumped back on agile feet. He then darted forward, noting that the statue was slow to move. He ran around behind the statue, meeting India behind it. He looked up, studying it and looking for a weak point to hit to bring the statue to the ground.
“What do you think?” he asked, raising his voice as the statue moved his feet.
India smirked, pointing to its head. Rohan looked, but could see nothing but the glowing red of its eyes. He jumped out of the way as the statue swung the ax again.
“How do we hit its eyes?!” he cried. He kept moving, not wanting to be in one place for too long.
All India did was smirk as she moved out of the way of the statue’s swings. Rohan watched as she snapped her fingers and made multiple knives appear in her grip.
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The Winged Ones
FantasíaRohan is an orphaned boy living in an orphanage in the small village of Alpa. But when he almost gets kidnapped by two demons, he finds out that there's a whole other world for him out there. He follows his three rescuers and finds out that he is th...
