Deep in a cavernous area beneath the earth, winding and turning chaotically. Echoes ring throughout, followed by terrible cries and blood curdling screams. A masked figure walks along a central path boring through the many jagged rocks. In the distance is a dim glow coming from an entrance. As the figure nears the entrance the echoes of terrible things suddenly stop.
Entering the room lies spiked pillars and each of them supporting a sconce of which vile red flames glow. The walls were littered with red crystal statues. The statues while impressive and large seemed to be missing something. The masked figure passes by them paying no attention to the room he's visited many times before.
He stops, and in front of him stands a crimson Throne made of rusted iron and red crystals. Sitting in that throne is a tall muscular man. He wears a masked helm topped with a crown of the same iron his throne is made. His voice booms and bellows deep "Who dares disturb my concentration!" I'm sorry my lord... But there's been a rift in our plans. The masked man said with exasperated breath. "Tell me... Who is this person that has created this rift?" The chamber echoed. "A man named Artimus my lord, he entered multiple dream realms without even trying. And he has found a clue left by the dream walker."
Puzzled by this he orders his apprentice to find this man named Artimus. "My apprentice, when you find this man, tell him that the crimson king will want to talk to him." The apprentice bows and quickly departs the chamber. As he's walking the path back through the jagged stones he hears behind him the king. He's laughing as if driven mad by insanity. His booming voice is now the only noise in the underground world in which he resides.
YOU ARE READING
The alchemist's journey.
FantasiA lonely Alchemist who spends most of his days and nights in his underground apothecary is thrust into the world above, and the adventures to find him are abundant. Scared he gathers his necessary tools and gear and heads out. Only time will tell if...
