Posted: Aug 27, 2019, 5:08pm
Boris forced his way through the sandstorm. Every muscle ached and his breath came in short sharp rasps within his breather. The thick red cloud of sand battered against his bulky form forcing him to lean heavily into the wind.
He stumbled briefly, catching himself on the walking staff he had procured for this journey. He could not fall, he could not stop. Movement was life.
His boot scuffed an object on the ground. He glanced down to see what at first glance appeared to be a smooth dark rock, but it was out of place. He grinned as he pressed his staff into a depression on the stones surface. There was a sharp click and the stone began to glow a deep red.
Up ahead more glowing stones began to appear snaking away into the storm. He had found the path. Now for the hard part...
"What do you think?" Sam offered a lopsided grin as he stepped out of the bathroom to face Tina. He wore a brown faux suede blazer with blue elbow patches over a vintage Pixies t-shirt. However it was not that combination that caused Tina to stifle a laugh.
"What?" He demanded.
"The er... the shorts." She offered tentatively.
He looked down at the knee length shorts, red with lime green leaves. "What about them?"
Tina shook her head, "Nevermind, let's go."
Outside they walked down the street holding hands, Sam sidestepping passersby to prevent collisions. It got more than a few strange looks but he didn't care.
"You don't have to do that." Tina giggled as Sam stepped into the road to avoid running her into a gaggle of drunk street teens.
"They would just walk straight through you otherwise, like you weren't here." He explained and she laughed and shook her head.
"Or perhaps I would walk straight through them like they aren't here." She chided. "So where are you taking me?"
The vast doors moved aside allowing the storm outside to invade the dark hall. Boris stumbled in brushing the dust from his clothes and pack. As the doors closed behind him red lamps activated along the length of the wide hall.
Three robed and hooded figures awaited in the darkness, each holding a tall staff with a glowing red gem at its tip. They straightened as Boris approached, coming to a halt before them. He reached up and removed his breather, revealing his face.
"Traitor." Hissed the tallest of the three. He lowered his staff as did the others.
"It is good to see you too Talas." Boris smiled warily. "I am here to speak with our father."
"Table for two." Said Sam as he and Tina entered the restaurant. The waiter peered behind Sam with a raised eyebrow.
"Will the other party be joining you shortly?" He asked with a polite smile.
"Oh she's already here." Sam grinned patting Tina's imaginary arm.
"We should have gone to the movies and got a take out." Tina hissed through gritted teeth.
"You wanted a date well this is a date." Sam replied, returning his attention to the waiter, who's smile was looking less polite now.
"Just set me up with a table." Sam snapped.
"Of course sir." The man replied stiffly.
Seated with a menu each Sam worried over the wine list. "So what do you think, do I order for us both?" He asked.
"No need." Tina snapped her fingers and hot bowl of soup and a glass of white wine appeared on the table in front of her.
"I'll have what she's having." Sam called over to the waiter who was loitering nearby. The man offered Sam a look of disgust as he glanced at the empty chair and table.
Boris walked forward with the three but a few steps behind him. It had taken some convincing to get him this far they were not a forgiving sort. For the first time he was glad to be blocked from the hive mind. If they could see his thoughts, what he had done, they would most likely have killed him there and then.
They came to a large circular portal. The image of an eagle in flight etched into its centre. The one named Talas stepped forward and placed his staff on the breast of the bird and after a moment's silence the portal rolled open to reveal a set of marble steps leading down into the earth.
"Welcome home my son." Came a voice from the depths.
"Father." Boris replied bowing his head.
"He may enter... alone." Came the voice once more and the one named Talas bit back a curse as he turned to glare at Boris.
"Go." He hissed and Boris entered the portal.
To be continued...