Horrors of Fire and Skulls (Mystical Warriors book 2)

AN INVESTIGATION GONE THE WRONG WAY

The team flew about some the many miles from first hearing about this "Cult of Ra'siar's Fire" that caused havoc to this house they invaded. From the reporter's story, the place sounded like a luxurious place, and it was to the west of the city Mesa Tikal, the city on the eastern side of Amerino. A typical place where a celebrity would like: an expensive mansion costing ten of millions in the highest of value. They could only hope it was just a simple robbery and not a hostile takeover.

Vaskàr was now starting to get the chills of hearing his long dead uncle. How could this one dead family member have a cult? How could Ra'siar have drawn people into believing that Ra'siar was a god of fire?

There was no possible way that Ra'siar could have a cult, thought Vaskàr, uncomfortably. Having heard of his grandfather and uncle having to battle and kill each other and leave three survivors, Vaskàr could only hope for the best and there was no way of returning from the afterlife.

Touching down, the armored teenagers looked at a house with yellows wrappings with black ink "Crime Scene" written on the yellow wrappings wrapped around the house.

The house itself wasn't in good shape; several giant holes were showing. The house was a cross of a small mansion and a middle-class house. It now looked more like an ancient ruin than a luxurious place to fit four families of four, which would equal sixteen people.

Vaskàr placed a helmet, the dragon helmet, which came out of nowhere and was placed on his head, donning his nickname: the Dark Dragon. This was a way to keep his face hidden from the planet and preventing anyone else into thinking he was an evil being. Vaskàr's armor also suddenly changed to a golden tint and the black color of his ancestral armor would also be recognized by anyone. The golden color flamed the armor in a shining bronze to make the armor look it was forged from a divine flame.

"I wonder how the police will react when they see you in that," said Roy.

The golden warrior turned to see the comedic human warrior. "They'll be in the surprise of their careers, if any police are there right now," said Vaskàr, with his voice sound like a radio voice.

"Why not use the word 'lives' instead of 'carriers'?" asked Harth.

"Because a boy's fantasy would want to see a dragon. I mean all boys should have dreamt of seeing a dragon, able to see one, to touch one, talk to one. I wanted to live that experience when I was a kid. Also, I'm trying to conceal my image from the public since some people are ringing Ra'siar into my life."

"Yeah, try to do those things to Fafnir," said Roy. "Since that dragon controls the earth element, everyone will be able to get their coffins and graves with no fees or payments."

Everyone looked at Roy.

"Not the way I want to be dug into the planet's crust," stated Brade. "I would want an honorable grave, not be smashed by a single boulder."

"Okay, let's not get into more hostility," Vaskàr interrupted promptly. "We are here for some investigating, not to make enemies. Furthermore, I want to know what my uncle has to do this home invasion. Furthermore, I want to know what this Cult of Ra'siar's Fire is and what their purpose of worshipping my uncle, whose been slain by his father, as a god. I need to know what is happening right beneath my nose."

"Er, how can smell through that helmet?" Roy asked. "Not to mention you're standing on a green hill in golden armor. I mean, how random is that: smelling from inside a helmet? I just find it weird there is nothing outside your nose except the helmet."

"Oh, shut up, Roy," said Vaskàr, rudely.

Roy suddenly was silenced, shocked to hear a hero say something rude for someone who has been raised been highly mannered family.