The Forgotten One’s Tomb

This is something I started writing yesterday. 😀

The Forgotten One’s Tomb

Lights played across the walls of the corridor, Professor Angus Freeman leading the way. “Look at the carvings! They’re so sharp and clear, like they were made yesterday!”

Blake nodded, his mind preoccupied with the translations he made the night before. “Professor, maybe this isn’t a good idea. The runes I translated warned against opening the inner doors.”

Professor Freeman stopped and turned to face his assistant. “My boy, I’ve been opening tombs for the past twenty five years and I’m still alive and in one piece. This place is no different than the others.” He continued down the corridor.

Following the older man Blake’s uneasiness grew. A strange humming seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, making his bones and teeth ache. Pressure grew within his head, increasing his discomfort to the point of physical pain. Doesn’t he feel it? “Professor Freeman, I think we should go back.”

The professor kept going, pausing to trace some of the runes with his finger. When he pulled his hand away, Blake noticed a faint glow left behind. With a shudder, he moved to the center of the corridor to avoid brushing against the walls.

The beams from their flashlights reflected back to them, blinding them for a moment. The silver-sheathed door stood before them, runes engraved around the edges. Where the door met the frame, a gold seal, a silver seal and a copper seal kept it closed.

Blake set his flashlight down and massaged his temples, the headache growing in strength with the hum. When the professor touched the copper seal, Blake’s vision blurred and he blinked several times. His headache pulsed with his heart, tears springing in his eyes. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he retrieved his flashlight.

Professor Freeman pried the copper seal off, catching it before it hit the floor. He held it out. “Put this in your pocket, Blake.”

Accepting the object he felt a shock run through his body. Sweat soaked his shirt. “Please, Professor. Don’t remove any more of the seals!” Dread built within and he found it difficult to breathe.

With a grunt, the silver seal came off. He extended his arm behind him and Blake reluctantly accepted the object. A second shock passed through his body, and he dropped to one knee with a faint moan. His mind felt too large for his skull and Blake thought his head would explode. The tears in his eyes blurred his vision more and his vision seemed to play trick son him. Shadows formed before him, but nothing stood near to create them.

The gold seal resisted the professor’s tugging for a moment, then came free with ‘snap’. Blake reached out and took the item, no longer able to think about what he was doing. When the three seals came into contact with each other, the runes in the walls glowed deep red. The corridor resounded with an incessant hum. The smaller shadows coalesced into one large shadow before Blake. Looking into the shadow’s face, the assistant saw his own. He stepped forward, allowing the shadow to gather around and sink into his body.

Professor Freeman started to turn toward Blake, but a strong grip on the back of his neck stopped him. “It seems my master was right. He said mortals would ignore the warnings of the runes, and treat the seals as curiosities, nothing more.” The voice was Blake’s but deeper more menacing.

“Wh-who are y-you?” Professor Freeman felt another hand grasp his throat and squeeze.

“I am he who was forgotten, trapped within the seals by the ancients. I am now free to work help bring my master back to this world. This young man’s mind shows me so much has changed over the thousands of years I’ve been imprisoned. Once my master is free, he will rule again.” Blake tightened his grip choking the older man. “This young man respected and admired you. Out of his admiration for you, I give you your reward for freeing me. A quick death.” With a quick twist of his hands, Blake snapped the professor’s neck. He allowed the lifeless body to fall to the floor.

Reaching out he opened the door and entered the room. The runes on the walls flared to life, revealing a stone bier in center. Blake shut the door behind him and approached the object, staring at the desiccated corpse that lay on top. Reverently he placed the three seals on the chest, chanting in a low voice. The light from the runes pulsated, and the corpse began to change.

Blake stopped chanting when the lights from the runes faded. “I will go forth, master, and recover the other items needed to bring you back.” He placed the seals in his pocket and left the room, the door swinging shut behind him. From the professor’s pockets, he took a wallet, keys, and a key card. Leaving the flashlights behind, he left the tomb. At the campsite Blake packed the professor’s journals, photographs, and maps into two packs. From his own tent he retried his belongings and made his way to the rented SUV. With access to the young man’s memories and skills, the creature drove away thinking, before I do anything I need to feed.

About Anna Dobritt

Anna Dobritt is an independent eBook author and an indie publisher of RPG PDFs and fantasy maps through Cartography Unlimited for RPGs. She loves to read and write, and lives in Michigan. Anna enjoys watching Dr. Who, both the classic episodes from the 1960s-1980s and the current episodes. Anna has three trilogies in the queue: Ravynwyng Chronicles Universe – Volume 1: The Beginning has been released, and Volume 2: Discovery, is going through the editing and revision process, with plans to self-publish in 2016. Volume 3: Truth is currently being written. Two other trilogies are The Archivist — Lenara Lenquil Adventures, and the Guardian Blades Trilogy. Anna has self-published Volume 1 of the Ravynwyng Chronicles Universe titled The Beginning; three short stories: The Hunter, First Raven, Raven Voice; a novelette titled Raven Flight, and a collection of short fiction titled Whispers from Within. Where the imagination soars on glowing wings! May the words ever flow!
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