Warfang [(Book One)]

Chapter Seven

WAKE YOUNG ONE AND FACE THE ALTAR.
A booming voice echoed across the cavern rousing me from my sleep. I shook my head, regaining my senses, and stood to face it. Almost instinctively I approached it. It bore similar symbols to the one on the door. They seemed to be some sort of magic symbols.
I ran my thumb over them again, and as expected they glowed. But a different color. A deep resonating red.

PROVE YOU ARE THE ONE. OFFER A SACRIFICE TO THE ALTAR. RECEIVE YOUR JUDGEMENT.

The voice spoke again, and I felt impelled to obey. What kind of sacrifice? Food maybe? I thought pulling out an apple but nothing happened.
Okay, not food.

OFFER A SACRIFICE TO THE ALTAR. The voice spoke again and I knew what it meant.

This is gonna hurt.. I picked up a sharper rock off the ground and held my hand above the altar, scraping the sharp tip across my palm. Small droplets of blood ran off of my hand and splashed onto the symbols, reacting with a red flash.

THE ALTAR HAS PASSED JUDGEMENT. YOU, NATHANIEL, SON OF NEVARON, ARE WORTHY.

"Uh what? I'm worthy? Of what?" as I finished, the cave rumbled violently and the altar split. Literally, split apart and something resembling a sword handle protrudes from the stone, a few feet in front of me.

I approached it gripping it firmly.
"I now crown myself, King Arthur!" I tugged at the sword but it didn't budge.
"I said, King Arthur!" It still held its place. "If I'm worthy Mr ghost voice guy, why won't it come out?" I was met with silence.
"Hello? Nobody? Great." I pulled out my camera taking several pictures of the cavern for reference. I'll be back for this once I figure out how to get it.
That's a promise.