CREED, The Fiery Storm

You Just Went far enough...

"The divergence between caution and cowardice is a matter of circumstances and opinion. Mostly opinion"-Constino

"It means 'song' or 'melody'..."Strost neighed to him. "It's the language of those before that has been forgotten. Only the very erudite can speak it."

"It is a forgotten dialect..."Duke answered civilly as he had done many times before.

''But that's of no relevance." Breala added, "We must solve the riddle if we are to get in.And that is all that matters."

"Oh, yeah?!" Jim ridiculed her, "And who is going to read that gibberish?!"

"Could be metal, could be wood, maybe nothing if it could. It's your way in, your way out. Take a step, make it count. Be it numbers, be it touch. All the same but not quite that..."Duke chattered in a soulful rhythm.

"...But there is hardly anything you can hold, make your move if you're bold. But there is one question, what is this?" Breala joined in and completed what seemed to be the same piece. Jim was amazed and a little jealous-they were completely each other's choruses!!

"What...was that?!"He asked.

"That's what the writings say." Duke served him a precise reply.

"Didn't you just say it was a 'forgotten dialect'?!" another question came flying right off his lips. Was there anything this guy knew?!

"Enough with the questions!!"Breala bellowed, "We should be finding the answers that matter."

She moved closer to the door to examine the text closely. Everyone watched and waited quietly for her to solve the riddle. Seconds became minutes, minutes became hours and no one said a word, they weren't any closer to the answer than they had been the first time they set eyes on the door!

"Does anyone have any answers?! Duke, Strost anyone?!"Jim broke the silence.

"Arghhh!! You just can't shut up, can you?!" Breala grumbled.

"Actually, I have been quiet for hours!" He responded, "Plus, I wasn't really talking to you!!"

With all the frustration she was having with the impossible riddle, it would have been very easy for her to get angry and moreover, Jim had a special talent for this. Breala drew her blades and attempted to strike him but Duke intervened.

"Relax guys!!" He said as he separated them with his hands. The sight was peculiar seeing as Duke seemed to be the youngest of them all but at that moment, he was the most mature.