With their newfound information, the Survivor Gods left the stone maw of the cave, bringing Bael with them. Marythiya and Quinchitell stuck next to him on either side, ensuring he didn't veer off course or walk into something. Po-Tah and Ataxia, the more combat-adept Gods, walked ahead and watched for dangers.
As the five walked, they approached a small arena, a cage meant for sparring, most likely for entertainment. The bars of the domed cage were barbed, some having dried blood evident on the wire and bars. Next to the arena was what appeared to be a blacksmith.
The blacksmith shop was circular, just like the domed arena. However, instead of wire, it was made of scorched bricks. It was much smaller in comparison as well, a quaint little thing. On the roof of the blacksmith house was a chimney, made of those same scorched bricks, smoke pouring out of it and dissolving into the air.
The door to the house was wooden, a small window glowed from illumination originating inside the building. Po-Tah took notice of the odd arena and house, tapping Ataxia's shoulders with one hand. In one of his others, he held the compass, which pointed toward the wooden door to the blacksmith house.
"I think that the next Guardian is in that house," Po-Tah said, stating the obvious.
"Then let's go inside. Marythiya, Quinchitell, you two stay back and make sure Bael doesn't wander off, understood?" Ataxia asked, turning to look at the other three.
"Understood, Ataxia," Quinchitell said, nodding his head. With a returning nod, Ataxia and Po-Tah, forward, eyeing the blacksmith shop. The two Gods stepped toward the house, their steps leaving tracks behind them in the sand. They went to the house's front door, smoke pluming from the lit chimney on the circular brick roof.
They knocked on the door, and a robotic, yet energetic voice responded. "Come in!" The owner of the voice was still hidden by the door. Po-Tah opened the door, and, resting his other three arms at his side, he held it for Ataxia.
Upon walking into the house, Ataxia took in his surroundings. The inside of the house was a workshop. A semi-circle of space was blocked off by what looked to be a counter for customers to order goods in exchange for currency. Behind the counter was a Golem, a Humanoid around three and a half feet in height and made only of rocks, brought to life and held together by life magic.
Behind the Golem were multiple furnaces and tables, covered in various craft and forging tools, as well as weapons of many varieties. At one of these furnaces, which was burning exceptionally bright, stood a female Cinder One. Cinder Ones are Humanoids with fire-based magic, their entire body made of pure flame and fire, but their eyes always shine brightest.
Sweat formed and dripped down Ataxia's forehead the longer he stood in the blacksmith's shop. The heat from the multitude of furnaces and the Cinder One alone was enough to put a Human in heatstroke. Thankfully, he had his Godly resistance, bringing it down to just breaking a sweat.
"Welcome to Raak-Fire's blacksmithing, how may I be of assistance on this fine afternoon?" the Golem said. A silver name tag welded to the Golem's chest read Raak. Presumably the Golem's name.
Po-Tah, while holding the door with one of his arms, looked down at one of his other arms, the compass pointed right towards Raak. He then looked up, nodding at Ataxia in confirmation.
Ataxia saw Po-Tah's confirming nod, so looking back at Raak, he began speaking. "To make a long story short, there's a prophecy saying you and six other individuals are destined to defeat the tyrannical overlord of Chaoctin, Chaos. So I ask you, do you want to join? Or would you rather rust away doing nothing for hundreds of years, all the while people are suffering and dying?"
The Cinder One pulled her hands away from the furnace that she had been keeping blazing hot, the fire was quickly dwindling once she'd taken her hands away.
"You're saying good ol' Raak here is gon' save the whole damn world?" the woman asked, cocking one of her flaming golden eyebrows. She tightened the denim apron around her, keeping it from slipping. Ataxia wasn't sure how the apron hadn't burned to ash, but that was the least of his concerns at the moment.
"With the help of six others, yes. Your Golem here is destined to overthrow Chaos."
"Well I'll be, the rock boy finally got some use in 'em," the woman said, flashing a bright smile as they rubbed the top of Raak's stone head in a rough, yet affectionate, manner.
Po-Tah walked over from the door, the arrow jolting to the woman as he got closer to the duo. "Wait, I think both of you are Guardians..." Po-Tah said, his gaze going back and forth between the duo and the magical compass in his palm.
"We're both who what now?" the woman asked, looking away from Raak and towards Po-Tah with confusion.
"Guardians. The seven individuals meant to defeat Chaos. You both are."
"Well well well, rock boy, looks like you'll 'ave to wait a bit longer to be more special than me." The woman said smugly, grinning as she used Raak as an armrest for her blazing elbow and forearm.
"If it means that I don't have to work under Miss Cecilia Everfire, I will gladly accept joining you and rebelling against Chaos and being one of these so-called "Guardians"," Raak spoke, glaring his magical orb-like eyes at the Cinder One, whose name was Cecilia Everfire.
"Then welcome to the team. You will be crowned as The Stone Hero-" Ataxia gestured to Raak. "-And you will be The Burning Ambition." Ataxia gestured upwards to Cecilia Everfire.
"Hell yeah," Cecilia whispered to herself having received her title as The Burning Ambition.
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Great Wyrm Chronicles: Giganton
FantasyA Gigaton named Chaos has enslaved the world, commanding it with all his power and strength for millions of years. That is, until the Gods he created betrayed him, rebelling, fighting to take back the freedom that they had been promised. Will the Go...
