Stories for the Halloween Vault

The Mausoleum - High fantasy competition

The Obelisk -----

Never in my life had I seen something of such amazement and craftsmanship.

Magic is real!

It had to be. What scientific explanation could explain the dynamics and structure of this piece? 

Science is a wonderful thing, yet it cannot create something like this; A glow in the dark column!

'Samuel,' Zoey says, waving my arm like a baton. 'I don't like this. What sort of mausoleum contains a blue illuminated obelisk? Tell me that.'

'I agree,' mutters Jeffery. 'This place is abnormal, and even the moronic could understand that.'

I disagree.

They are all just scared. Frightened little things cowering for mercy and help, yet they know not of what this could mean. 

"Samuel Perry founder of the first known magical obelisk."

What a mark!

'Samuel come on. We are leaving,' says Zoey, beginning to walk the way we came previously - followed by Jeffery and the rest of our team.

'No,' I say, looking more intently at the irresistible carvings and markings on the flawless structure. 'I need to get closer.'

I follow my feet down the passageway, arching my torch near the bottom of the ground.

'Samuel, wait up,' calls Jeremy, with the pattering footsteps following behind me.

I reach the obelisk and I gaze in amazement at the six meter tall structure standing before me.

I can hear the loud boisterous breaths of my fellow comrades, yet I care not for anything that belongs with them. This obelisk fulfills my desires.

'Looks,' says Zoey, pointing to some markings left on a withered area of the flawless obelisk. 'There are writings.'

'What do they say?' asks Jeremy with interest and intense curiosity.

'Let me see.'

She gets closer and reads the words aloud.

Don't follow the passageways.

Enter through the safer ways.

Acting shall not help you now,

Thus you are in the dragons mouth.

Help, help, help you shall call, until the suns moaning roar.

To many lives at stake,

Openly waiting for the blade to break.

All we do is look upon,

Loathing and,

Looking, the list goes on.

'What does that mean?' asks Jeremy.

'It means nonsense,' I say. 'All that matters is that we have found this obelisk.'

'Um, Samuel. Is it just a plain needless coincidence or do those words form an acrostic phrase?'

'What is that?' asks Jeremy.

'It means - DEATH TO ALL.'

Out of the darkness, come a shrill cry. The sound of something ungodly.

'Trick or treat my little friends,' calls a voice from amidst the deepening shadows.

'Old Slateblight has come out to play!' says the voice, piercing their ears, being followed by a terrifying cackle, then come the screams.