Figment Awakening

Chapter 15 Firrelol

"Well, come on," I stood there, unsure if I should go on with this task of uncertainty. Zayn took my arm again and pulled me along on the tunnel. As soon as we stepped in, Lamps of fire lit up along the walls of the tunnel.

"Accludo," Zayn said. That made the passage opening close to the way it was before he opened it up.

"Where are we going," I interrogated.

"You'll figure it out. Just for now keep up, I don't want to lose you. This tunnel system is very, complicated. I can't have you going the wrong way and with lighting this dim I can't have you wandering too far behind."

He held my hand even tighter. We twisted around the corners and braved the crumbly terrain. The part that bothered me the most is Zayn wouldn't tell me where we were going. I honestly didn't care but just the fact that he wouldn't tell me is enough.

The path begun widening, little by little. There was a small gate with detailed patterns of iron. There was something inscribed on the top, Et omnes aequales. Unas est magnus. "Magister, ago autem veni," Zayn said. The heavy iron doors unlocked their selves. He pulled them open and Zayn motioned me in.

The area had an eerie feeling to it and I heard something clinking around, like a piece of glass. The floors were made of an unwashed granite and the walls were made of stone bricks. On each brick there was a name on it. All looked ancient. Yerga The Bleak, Errik Strinevadi, Rhen Oschlic.

"Firrelol! Where are you!" Zayn shouted.

"Who is Firrelol, Zayn?"

"He is... well... someone that you are going to meet really soon. He is in the cellar, I bet." We both went the way to the end of the giant underground hall. Vocatus Locus; that's what it said at the top of the last pinewood door on the walls.

"This way," Zayn opened the door. The room was dark and lowly. There were shelves of wine and scotch on the sides of the walls. As we got deeper in the room the contents from the shelves went from liquor to cheeses and sausages. Zayn kept on going down to the back of the room and saying that he knew exactly where this person was.

"Who is there! I am armed!" A gruff old voice said.

"Firrelol, It's me, Zayn!" The figure turned his head around. With eyes of polished silver and hair of a wiry mess atop his head. He looked utterly human. Of course he was human but his features did not look it.

Firrelol got up, cigar in his hand, put the scotch down on the shelf. Zayn went over to him. They hugged. And Hugged. "My boy," Firrelol said with a big smile on his face.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Author's Note~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hey guys! Hoped you like the story so far. If you have any questions about anything involving the story, I would love to answer them. And Heck, they don't really have to be about the story, go ahead and ask me about that gash on your shin or Obama Care! And don't forget your voting button! In my eyes, he has been a little lonely lately.

-Pancake