Elementals 2: The Stones of Power

Chapter 26-The Cellar

Chapter 26

•Phillip's P.O.V•

"Phillip, wait-"

Phillip appeared in the dungeons in a blinding flash, his heart racing at speeds that not even storm dragons would reach. His once cocky, confident smirk had now morphed into an expression of deep anxiety, maybe even some kind of terror, in the darkness of the catacombs he found himself in. He stood there in the middle of the hallway for a good long while, pondering whether he heard what he had just heard.

The sound got drowned out as he teleported, but he could swear he heard it.

"My name..." He finally muttered to himself. "...that elemental knew my name...he knew- he knows who I am. How does he know who I am!?"

Phillip began his pacing again, back and forth across the dungeon hallway with his hands running through his hair under his cloak. His mind was racing, rushing with so many thoughts that one would think it would drip out from his ears. Phillip's pacing quickened, filling the silence of the dungeons with frantic footsteps bouncing off the walls.

"What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?" The man muttered to himself over and over, his voice hushed and drowned with fear. "What if that elemental blabs to the headmaster about me? If Koran finds out I'm here after the incident, he'll have my head on a stake in front of the school gates! I can't let him know I'm here, I can't!"

His breath was frantic, shallow, lined with a fear only he knew. In his panic, he noticed a yellow light peeking out through his bag. It soothed him ever so slightly, enough to slow his breathing down just a bit. He then took another deep breath, guiding his hands to his sides in a calming manner, seemingly to let all of the panic sink into the ground through his feet.

"It's alright, Phillip." He spoke to himself, his voice shaky. "So what if two elementals know you're here? And one of them knows who you are... You can't let that stop you from completing your plan."

The man tried to smile a reassuring smile to himself, only getting as far as a crooked half smile like what you'd find in a mental asylum. He sighed into his hands.

"Oh who am I kidding? I'll be hunted down by morning and thrown into the catacombs, no doubt."

His shoulders slumped as he let out a defeated whine. He walked to the closest wall and slumped against it, pulling his cloak and mask away from his face. His messy black hair fell in front of his face as he groaned to himself. He glanced down at the bag strapped to his thigh, his brows furrowed in deep thought. The light from the Florastone and Thunderstone, the way they pulsed together, it evoked a strange, almost unwanted feeling of nostalgia.

One by one, memories from twenty seven years in the past began to replay. The lust for knowledge and knack for learning he once had that had been crushed by the very man he admired since walking through the school gates, the hatred at the thought of his work being deemed as 'a danger to all life in the realm' or 'too outlandish to see come to fruition', the looks of fear in the eyes of his former friends when they gazed upon his creation, the blinding light as he lost what was most important to him...

It didn't take too long for those feelings to bubble up to the surface once more. Suddenly, he remembered why he was going through all the trouble to collect the Stones of Power. He remembered why he returned to this place after almost thirty years. He remembered why he wanted nothing more than to get back at the place that stole everything from him.

In an instant, he remembered what he was doing all this for. He remembered what he wanted.

Phillip stood up, a new sense of determination mixed with anger stirring up in his chest. He looked forward, his hand once again sparking and crackling with a static yellow light.