Spell; Melting Steel

Chapter 36: Truth

Sand Dunes, Egypt. 1348 BC.

Hazel's POV

After actually killing the sphinx and making it crumble to pieces, we resumed on our journey to another possible death. What's the point of escaping being eaten by a sphinx if we'll just carry on and die afterwards? But hey, the fact that I destroyed a mythical creature brought a smile to my face.

"How were you able to do that?" ...Asked a cold voice from behind me.

"I said this before." I turned my head to the right and fluttered my eyelashes. "I'm the fantabulous daughter of the light, Lady Hazel of the land of promise."

His eyebrows twitched as he stared back at me. "Have you learned those riddles and trickery from your school of witchery?"

I rolled my eyes and glanced back ahead. "Sort of... ...Except the witchery part. But yeah, I was trained in asking questions and making stuff break after."

"Indeed?"

"Indeed... And the target for practicing was umm, robots."

"...Robots?"

I shook my head. "You can't understand, probably."

"I might. What are those? ...More of your witch's paraphernalia?"

Forcing a smile, I gritted my teeth and spoke. "Call me a witch again, or say something that refers to me as one, you'll be a target."

He fell silent. Bored, I surveyed the almost barren land.

The part of the desert we were in was now quite flat. A few mounds of sand were still seen afar, but the nearby lands were a lot less humpy. Different varieties of cacti were sparsely growing around. Several sorts of reptiles stood under some of the prickly plant's shade. Strong blows of dusty wind passed us with great force, every so often. No clouds at all were seen. The sun was almost directly above us. Luckily, I had the purple fabric to cover me from its rays. Ahead, I caught a glimpse of something which appeared small from the distance.

Recalling something, I turned my head to see Lord Camberwell's face. He was staring ahead. I assumed he looked at the tiny shape far from us.

I spoke. "Daniel, do you recall the time when we were at that red desert-like place? ...The barren lands?"

"Yes. Merlin's land..." He nodded curtly, still staring ahead.

My face showed a very enthusiastic smile. "Do you remember when those bandits appeared after I called for them? Wasn't I so cool?"

"Cool? Were you sick?" He glanced at me.

"Not that kind of cool. I meant... Awesome...!"

He fell shut and looked back at the tiny object. I rolled my eyes.

"You remember Elias? Oh, I miss him so much. I wonder how they're doing. Maybe they had more adventures after we left Camelot." I bit my lip in excitement. "I hope we can come back."

He sounded and his voice was full of frightening fragments of frozen steel. "You intend to curse me another time and bring me back to Camelot?"

I shrugged and grinned. "...Maybe? ...If I know how."

"Do you not realize how many times we almost died because of your curse?" He asked with coolth.

"I do... But I'm just wondering, if we're destined to die, shouldn't a fall back have had happened before and stopped us from living?" I smiled in the thought.

He fell silent again. Shaking my head, I rolled my eyes and transferred my attention back to the tin—big structure.

It was a huge structure almost looking like a pyramid. A lot of those high tower things surrounded the main part of the building. It was made of sandstone bricks stacked on top of each other in a diagonal pattern to compose what I assumed was the temple. In front of it were three arcs before two entrances. They were open mouths of terror leading to dark places probably causing our deaths. On the summit of the assumed temple was a round object with rays, making it look like a sun.