The Falling Kingdoms: The Hidden Coffins

Chapter Eight: The Amara Queens

I had abandoned my whole life in just a matter of seconds, making the decision, all just for one particular point — Did I like my old life?
I didn't. So, I just gave it up.
And I was about to find out if it was worth it.

When we'd arrived at the bridge, Nick explained to me that to fit into this lifestyle, I first needed to know everything about it. Fair enough, I had thought. He took me in the direction of the town, bringing me to a medium sized house. The place seemed warm and gratified and its interiors were beautiful.
But only if anything in this world wasn't creepy!
The walls of the place were decorated with only weapons — Swords specifically. There were arrows drawn pointing towards the swords on different walls and some words were written near them to describe them. My eyes caught a few words like — Dreginilious, Gregonilious and mostly words ending with "nilious" which I didn't recognize at all.

Again, Nick and I hadn't spoken with each other for at least a half hour.

He kept marching from rooms to rooms, checking every bookshelf in all the rooms. And to mention, there were two to three bookshelves in each room.

Okay. I had to ask.

"Wow. What is this place?" I demanded. "Swords, books, swords, books..."

"I'm looking for a book that might help you, and help me understand from where to begin telling you about this new lifestyle of yours." His tone was as always, solemn and blank. I didn't dare speaking anything else.

Tired, I just sat on the couch situated in the corner of the room we were in. There lay a salt shaker on the coffee table, against the couch.

"Mmm... Something normal." I mumbled to myself and picked up the salt shaker.

Ironically, it was the least normal thing in this house, because as soon as I picked up the salt shaker, the floor in front of me that was covered with carpet suddenly parted and revealed a flight of stairs leading into a basement.

"What the hell are you doing? Can you not touch anything?" Nick retorted at me, his glare terrifying.

My eyes got widened like a little girl's as I was still a little bit aghast by what just happened.

"I'm sorry." I managed to blurt. "I'll keep it back—"

"NO!" He yelled, bolting towards me.

I stopped my hand right there and stared at him, astounded again. What was wrong with him?

"I now remember that uh...the" he tousled his hair. "The book is downstairs."

Before I could reply to him with a smirk, he was already sprinting downstairs. Wheezing out air from my mouth, I followed him into the mysterious basement.

Funnily enough, when I reached the basement, he was already returning back with the book.

"I told you not to come downstairs, didn't I?" He snapped at me again.

"No, you didn't." I raged back, getting annoyed by him now.

"Maybe, I didn't. But now, I am. Don't come down here ever again," and with that, I was dragged upstairs by him with just a glimpse of what was in the basement.

Only a cupboard.

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Back to the bridge, I was exhausted and droopy. Nick made me walk back and forth the same long route. Didn't that guy hate me?

"I don't understand your logic of making me walk so much, to be honest." I commented as I planted myself on one side of the bench settled on that bridge. Nick took the other side, glaring at me for taunting him.