Arman sits, waiting for Aravos to come and tell him the answers he seeks, but he doesn't. Eventually, Arman dozes off, and is woken by Aravos, but does not need to be told why he was awakened. It was time to meet the others.
As Arman walks through the halls, he sees these lines, over and over again, written on the walls:Θα προστατεύσουμε αυτά τα εδάφη με τις ζωές μας για να σταματήσουμε αυτόν που λέγεται ο Ένας Ακάθαρτος.
"What do the inscriptions mean?"
Arman looks at Aravos, as if he is seeing him for the first time. Aravos smiles at him, but there is a tinge of sadness behind it.
"Broken promises, hopes left dead because of the war against the One Impure."
"If I may ask, who is the One Impure?"
"May Theolisious, our god, save you if you ever have to die by his hands. The One Impure is a beast, as tall as the sky, and as dark as the midnight sky on a cold winter night. His might is unrivaled and has the energy to destroy even a god. We decided to wait until you were in the room to open the pods of the other Pure Ones. But no more of this, we are here."
They stopped in front of a pair of giant metal doors, each about the size of a dragon, and the width of a smaller dragon.
"How do we enter? I see no way to open the doors."
"Arman, your question is well thought of, and the answer is one only an elf would be able to come up with. Allow me."
Aravos then walks up to the doors, and shouts,
"pe'a chumi emiryango!"
The doors then opened on oiled hinges, to reveal a large room, with a vaulted ceiling that reached so far into the sky, clouds would form, and the occasional water droplet could be felt falling on the face.
All around, there were training materials of many shapes and sizes, from a row of archery dummies, to a swimming pool twice the size of NASA's. There were three corridors, each marked with a separate set of lines directly above it. Aravos, who had been the first to enter, starts to walk towards the door on the left, not bothering to see if Arman was following.
"Aravos, this truly is a feat of engineering that has yet to be seen. You could make more than the king selling what is in this room alone, and yet you hide. Why?"
At this, Aravos stops, and says slowly,
"Arman, you know the answer, figure it out. Your wits will be tested where we are going, so be sure to trust your own mind, not those of others."
At that, he continues down the corridor, without checking to see if Arman follows him or not.
As they head down the corridor, Arman notices the hallway getting wider and taller, until it reaches a door, much like the one he first entered. Using the same words, Aravos opens the door, which leads into a room much like the first, other than it is filled with rows of pods, each of various sizes, a large number of them unadorned.
The ones that were decorated were designed to look like a certain aspect of the world, such as love, hate, greed, and anger. Some of them were designed to encompass an element, such as fire, water, earth, and air.
"Only a few of the pods are in use. We expected a greater number of pures to escape the wrath of the One Impure. Only the ones with designs are in use. Whatever the design, that is their elemental power."
"I understand, but what happens when you open the pods?"
Arman grins, and replies,
"We will find out."
As Arman gazed on, Aravos shouts
"Bula ya codennau!"
As six of the pods slowly slide open, a gust of wind blows through the room. The doors shut with a final slam, and all Arman can think of, is that this may be his tomb.
YOU ARE READING
Battle of the Pure
FantasyThis follows the tale of a man named Arman. Born in the small village of Hampton, Arman follows a man to the woods, and finds a secret world. And that world is at war. As Arman tries to unravel the great power he has found within himself, he finds t...
