by Benjamin Baggett

Created on: June 04, 2010   Last Updated: August 23, 2011

The underground ruins tunneled for miles with roots and ruble had fallen into the walkways. Water dripped down from the ground above making a small puddle that had slowly turned into a small pond with a little spring flowing down once side of the ruins crumbling walls. With the damp air mixing with the cold winter air that filtered down from the rat holes that came down from the surface. Some of these holes had become bigger over time allowing light to show in the tunnels.

Aspearian took careful steps as he walked toward the ruined door that laid before him covered in exotic mushrooms that carried the fell smell of rotting flesh. This rare mushroom was bright red and always slimy with microscopic needles on the edge of the umbrella. With the needles it would inject a poison, deadly only to rats and other rodents that wanted to eat them. This mushroom grew in the underworld decaying the things that died eating the remains drinking the juices through its roots.

He picked up a rock that was near him and hurled it into the old wood breaking apart everything that was there. The mushrooms became squashed under the weight of the rock.  Once the door had been knocked down it revealed a massive room that was built like a theater cut into the ground. Well carved stairs leading down to the center podium that had a light shining down from the ceiling. Around the old podium laid fallen knights and debris and brick.  From the center of the podium came an Ivory hand that held two fingers close together and between them was a red ruby.

Aspearian stepped through the threshold first before the others being that his life meant nothing to the leader of the order. The soldiers that stood behind him pushed past him going down to the podium to retrieve the blood ruby for the order. Just as he was about to go down with them Tristan grabbed his arm pulling him back. Tristan was a trusted warrior from the eastern islands just east of the barren sea.

“let them go, you mean to much to us to die.” He said relaxing as he leaned against the stone wall eating a fruit he pulled from his pouch.

“Tristan what do you mean, die?” Aspearian asked as he stood looking down at the soldiers.

“Those brutes that look like stone in the wall are not just statues, and the skeletons that lay on the ground. Are not really dead.” He pause took a bite.

 “How do you know all of this?” Aspearian asked.

“I read the myths about your people, and

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