The Summer's end

Chapter eight

The city of shapeshifters

Sangcha invited the two to come and see his homeland and meet the people, they all walked over to the mouth of a large cave, the path was blocked by a large wall. Sangcha walked up to the wall and a face morphed out of it and it had an awful voice, it was all gravely and sounded like a knife scraping against metal.
All the face said was,"password please." Sangcha walked up to the face and said something in the face's ear, something indecipherable because it seemed to change sound and pitch and Michael swore that sometimes he would hear a gurgling noise. The face nodded and the wall began to melt and then there was only a puddle. It moved over and it was a beginning to shift into a human form. To the left stood a very dapper man where the gross looking wall was and looked much like a well dressed butler. The butler waved his hand to the inside of the cave and Michael look in and there was a very beautiful city that seemed like more than any human could ever imagine. They walked into the city and the walls were filled with beautiful painting of the sky before it was tainted by humanity and flying in the air were beautiful that looked like the sun and everything bright had made them, the painting was pure bliss. The painting then quivered in fear and splashed into a pile of gel, fleeing as Michael passed by. Michael looked to Retso for answers to why that shapeshifter was acting so weird, but Retso was not next to him on his shoulders, he was hiding in Michael's satchel. This confused him, He shrugged and kept walking. Instead of questioning Retso, he directed his attention to Sangcha
"Sangcha?"
"Mm?"
"What was that you were speaking back there?"
"We do not have a name for it, but the ancient surfacers called shiftdra"
"It sounds very complex"
"Not for a shapeshifter"
"Oh"
The next few minutes went on with a long and awkward silence, but they finally came to the centre of the city and there facing them is what appeared to be the Capitol building. It seemed to have a mix of all cultures in the history of mankind. Egyptian, Roman, Greek, Mayan, Spanish, and many more. They entered the temple styled building. There was a large throne in the middle of the room, stone guards all around, around the throne were three smaller ones, one to the far left and two on the the right. Right next to the single throne was an empty spot,not he chairs beginning to morph into high class looking people, nothing like Sangcha. Sangcha bowed to the man in the middle of the group "father" said Sangcha "welcome home son" said the shapeshifter king. Michael's jaw dropped as he realized that that empty spot was for Sangcha. The king's gaze drifted to Michael and the warm look in his eyes turned to pure hate.
"Seize him!" Screamed the king. At that very command the stone Knights came to life and started marching towards Michael "But I haven't done anything!" Cried Michael