Spiritual: The Four Relics

Chapter 3

Thalia and her grandparent's had taken refuge in the basement, inside filled with thousands of books about spells, potions, and history about spells that were forbidden for a mortal to use. It was so cramped in the basement that Harold regretted setting up their equipment in a room that was so small that he had to break some of the interiors just to make room for more of their weird equipment that Thalia has yet to know how to use.

As Thalia adjusted herself onto one of the old chairs, Magaret quickly waved her hand over the creaked door, it's material slowing turning to a silver surface as if ice was slowly consuming a window with a slightly maroon gas hovering all around her bare hand. Thalia's mouth was agape at the sight, still confused on why they didn't show her this back when she was imaginative as a 7 year- old,

"Okay, first off- How do you guys even do that?!? You guys should have shown me this so I would've believed you guys! I mean seriously, you guys know I didn't believe a single thing you guys said unless you guys have proof-" Thalia was stopped by old wrinkly fingers to her lips,

"Hush, my child... I know you have a lot of questions, and I will explain briefly so a young teen like you could understand, but first- what were you feeling before you had your powers?" Magaret asked Thalia.

Thalis seemed confused," Uhm... I think I had a feeling of fear from that zombie earlier on, but after that, I felt... Happy? Excited I think, I don't know really... I felt as though I wasn't scared of the zombie anymore, and I somehow believed I could just kill it with a swipe of my bare hands- Oh wait! I was also confused when I lost my glow when grandpa called out for someone named Qol...Qole...Qolara? Who is Qolara anyway?" Magaret and Harold only stared at each other,

"Okay, that is a question which none of us are allowed to answer," Thalia frowns, making Harold uneasy," b-but I can tell you on what's going on. From my theory, it seems that there is a disturbance with the four relics located in the Underworld, resulting in the zombie apocalypse you notice outside a while ago. But do not worry, the zombies outside can't get past- so we're totally safe." assured Harold who was sweating profusely.

Magaret fished out a spare handkerchief from her pocket and gave it to Harold,

"Thalia dear, remember what I thought you when you were small? There are four powerful relics guarded by the Death Council, each serving a different purpose. The relic of time, space, reality, and of course power. The relic of time controls the flow of time, powerful enough to age the user far too long till they themselves turn to dust. The relic of space controls either movement or teleportation, whichever the user chooses to you. But if not handled well, the user could have a higher chance of merging themselves with another solid object- unable to return to their original form."

" Whereas for the relic of reality, the user could manipulate a mortal eye to see something that isn't even there, even able to create any other object besides the other relics out of thin air. Though no one may know how to create one, they wouldn't want to risk anyone getting hurt in the process. Finally, I can move on to the last and final relic that almost everyone should know- the relic... Of power..." Magaret stopped to catch her breath,

"Magaret, it's okay, you don't have to explain about that relic. I've read one of the history books about it already. Besides, I don't want you to remember whatever that happened to my Mom and Dad..." Thalia said, now fully believing her story she said years ago, along with whatever she had learned growing up.

Magaret rubbed her dry hands," O-okay, my child... Now we can focus on the important part, collecting the relics- " The basement shook, moans being heard upstairs, all three looking up.

"W-what's happening!!!" Thalia screamed, hearing a roar upstairs

"The fence broke. The door to the Nightmare Realm must've been opened." Harold answered, appearing calm as if he has prepared for this event to occur," We don't have much time, Magaret, Thalia must leave for the Underworld."

"U-Underworld?!? I'm not prepared to die yet!?!" Thalia screamed as the basement shooked even more violently,

"Hurry my child, we don't have much time. You have to leave at once." Magaret said with a utility belt in her hands.

Thalia tried her best to balance herself as the basement shook, her heart racing from the sudden event that she thought was the end of her. She could see both her grandparents grabbing some pouches and bottles labelled with inscriptions of its side effects that Thalia couldn't even read from the motion from the monsters above.

In speed that seems abnormal for elderlies to have, Magaret strapped the now full utility belt around Thalia's waist while Harold waved his hands in a motion which somehow caused a purple fog to float around Thalia's body, changing her clothing to a battle combat attire she saw in a movie once.

"What is all of this!" Thalia asked Magaret, who was busy reading an enormous book,

"It's just all the tools you need to survive the Underworld, my child. Besides, you will still have an adult with you when you leave."

Thalia's eye twitch," WHAT!!!!!!"

"Good luck, my child..." Magaret said with a smile.

With a wave of Harold's hand once more, a portal was made just below Thalia's feet, sending her falling into a dark abyss.

Magaret sighs," I don't see why you have to make the portal beneath her feet, Harold. You could've just made one right beside her for her to walk through."

" You saw how she reacted! She didn't even want to go down there where she hasn't even seen before. Plus, you did the same when we were just in our 20s" Harold frowned.

Magaret giggled," Fine, fine... I guess weren't any different from one another-" A loud roar could be heard, along with the screams of their dear neighbors, "I hope Thalia is okay..."

"Don't worry, Magaret. After all, she's a hard girl to break..."