Chris felt his chest tightening, he was running out of energy. These creatures had been following them without stop all day. Dusk was approaching making Chris and Aria aware of the oncoming night.
"They won't stop coming." Chris' lips were drying, both parts of his mouth couldn't open without feeling as bad as ripping a band-aid off a fresh wound. "Aria we're gonna be killed if we have to keep turning around and dealing with these mutts."
Even Aria's smile was slowly approaching a frown.
"This is annoying." She growled childishly
A structure up ahead caught Aria's eye.
"There!" She pointed. "We'll go in there and rest up."
Howls came from behind her.
"You go ahead Chris." Aria took a deep breath. "I'll hold them off for a while."
"Are you stupid or what." Chris walked beside Aria. "I'll cook these good for nothings with ease."
Aria eyes the boy who would die from exhaustion before a claw would reach his throat. She took a deep breath and grabbed his red sweat covered shirt and spun around, with enough speed and precision she flung Chris at the location.
"What the hell!!!" Chris screamed as he flew away.
"Sorry!" Aria shouted. "Cleondra orders were to keep you alive, I'm already at my limit, but I'll be fine." She looked at the ferocious golden eyes that glowed in the distance, each pair belong to one of those creatures.
Chris woke up with a sore back, he looked about the crater he created from his fall.
"Damn girl." He strained to get up. "I would've died from that throw if I was a normal person." He got up and looked about the ruins, it's mossy walls carrying an ancient history. "What is this place?" He walked through the area and saw a staircase that twisted downwards. As he walked down them, the sound of rushing water can clearly be heard. Soon, a flash of blue pulsated from below.
Chris entered a small chamber, about his feet was a shallow collection of sea water that glowed a bright blue.
"Woah..." He marveled at the luminescent lights he walked on.
"You there..."
Chris searched all about his surroundings to find a source for the voice...
"I am not of physical form dear child."
From below his feet came those soft whispers.
"I am the story-weaver for this shrine that held a mighty king."
The blue light grew into a hooded figure that shone violently, Chris shielded his eyes from such intensity.
"I am Virgil." The light introduced itself. "I am the recorder of Kings and Queens of days long gone. Still no greater King is that of Beowulf son of Scyla, no beast or monster are able to bring about his defeat. Only through old age was he slain, still the man carried feat after feat even in death he was grand. I can only give you a mere taste of the great tale of Beowulf if you are willing to lend an ear."
"I... I don't think I have the time for that." Chris said in a disappointing tone.
Virgil clicked his tongue.
"Young good for nothings who care little for history." He insulted.
"Hey now..." Chris felt irritated. "You shouldn't act like that, I thought of you as a wise ghost or something." He heaved a sigh and looked about the small room. "What is this place anyway."
"This is where Beowulf was buried." Virgil sulked. "You have anymore questions if not I need to go back to my eternal slumber, getting me excited for nothing."
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T-Squad-Origin
ActionMurders has taken the news in New Port, Darren and his friends were soon swept into the madness and realized the murders were all a ploy for something much larger before them. Now with their new found powers and the help of a well known company, The...
