The Haunted: Revelations (Sequel to Rebellion)

Chapter 6

Hi! Sorry that it's been so long! I was under a lot of stress and discouraged from writing fanfiction with all of the information on the comic coming to light. Thank you everyone who's still interested in this and I'll try my best not to just disappear like that again. :3
I suggest going back and re-reading the book if you're still interested, and please do not point out differences from this to cannon, such as designs, names, plot, etc. Past chapters may be edited in the future.
Again, I am so sorry and forgive me for the excessive third person POV. Got carried away.

Song: The Great Unknown
Art by UnlimitedCrazy
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"For all our knowledge is lost to thy. Who is worthy will find the point where we keep all knowledge."
-Grayson, The Haunted, episode 8: Catacombs part 2
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Third person point of view-

They walked down the stairwell, their only light source being Drake's bright eyes. A faint sound of running water bounced from the walls to their ears, streaming down the damp steps from melting snow up above. The ancient stone had cracks here and there, the atmosphere similar to both the catacombs and the hatchery a few of them had visited years ago. Drake could see perfectly within the blackness around them, even with the glow of his eyes. There was a sense of bliss from being in such dim light, a calmness that brawled with the worries inside of him. The darkness called, beckoning him to travel further into its gullet of mystery.

Grayson stayed next to Drake, Markus close behind the emperor to protect him from the mysterious creatures that may have lurked in the ominous pitch black. Cecile tried pushing past the three guards in front of him, eventually giving up and settled with staying behind them in frustration.

The uneasy tension lingering in the air grew more suffocating. Drake recognized this feeling; like the black magic that had struck them outside of the mountain, like those monsters; those demons that had attacked them. His hands shook, the feeling growing so intense that he no longer sensed the life forces of his friends. Eleanor and Cecil had also pointed this out, the royal Mage staying close to Grayson's side despite all the guards huddled by him.

"My lord," Cecile spoke eloquently before the emperor. "I apologize for not protecting you out there. It should have been I who was hurt instead of you."

Grayson lowered a brow. "Cecil, what are you talking about? Yes, I was hurt, but I'm glad that it was me rather than anyone else. Besides, nothing that happened was your fault and it was because of you with your talisman that we were able to escape!"

The boy smiled, a warmth in his cheeks burning against the cold air around them. His back straightened, feeling pride and proudness with Grayson's words. As long as Grayson was happy with him.

"Thank you, sire." Grayson simply smiled.

Grayson smiled to him before turning back to face what was ahead of them, instructing the group to stay cautious and alert. His right hand remained firm over the hilt of his sword, metal leg clicking here and there with each step that hit the stone beneath.

Drake held his arms across his chest, mumbling as the anxiety slowly built up. His eyes closed to calm down, everyone freaking out from a split moment without their light source, Drake apologizing, now mumbling instructions to himself to not blink.

Occasionally Drake would look behind himself just to be sure that all of his friends were still there; to ensure himself that he was not alone. Every time he turned around, a fear took over that would not disappear, that this was all a dream destined to become a nightmare. The sounds, while they provided minimal comfort, more so allowed a second wave of anxiety to rise within his being. His ears twitched with every sound from footsteps, to the water, to simple heavy breathing. Every time someone spoke up, mainly the archaeologists who found difficulties in containing their excitement, he jumped just a little bit. It was dreadful, this constant apprehension building up inside of him, growing so intense that he wished for death, until he allowed the darkness to calm him.