Monday, October 17, 2005

   The keeper of secrets chapter 3 and the tension is mounting
‘For I am he who twines your fate,
Never shall I pass through Heavens gate.’
The moons light bore a heavy presence as the two of them looked at Jaspers body, his mouth was agape, The eerie tension was broken by a gasp from the body that lay on the tomb. It sat bolt upright and viewed its surroundings...only its eyes where closed. Jaspers appearance did not change, but it was not him. It got up and flouted across the room. It was now standing in front of a blank stone wall, seemingly satisfied it smiled. How it managed to smile disturbed them, it twisted a face that would make the most resilient of people cringe. Outstretching an arm the body emitted a clear serpent that was difficult to see, but was visible only by the shine of the moon. Too frightened to think Anglia breathed for the first time in what seemed like minutes. She was watching as the beast gripped the silver dagger and returned to the body. She looked up expecting Matthew to stop it, but he was too far lost in a trans. Strange but familiar words left his mouth as this weird ritual took place. The body of Jasper held the dagger in the right hand and gripped tightly round the blade with his left. The body seemed to take enjoyment at witnessing Anglia cringe when he tightened his left fist. The renewed blooded blade sleeked the liquid down its length.
Before the blood could clot it slung the dagger aside and started to draw on the walls. It drew two pictures, one was of a clock with strange dials and numbers. It waved its right palm across the blood clotting on the wall and made it moved almost with a magnetic field, leaving the image as it went. The second image was of a cross of some Celtic origin, but at the bottom it turned into a key. Something about this image disturbed the atmosphere and Matthew was pulled from the trance. There was a wail of pain from the corner. Jasper lay flat on his back.
Anglia rose to pick him up but was thrown from her feet. Matthew stepped forwards. “Get back. He is mine!”, cried a voice from the cross. The tone was harsh and made blood trickle from Matthews ears.
“So it is you. I have been wondering as to when you would rear your ugly head. And I think that it will be his decision as to who's side he will be on. now be gone!” Matthew cried. “YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO ORDER ME!” Screamed the Voice bringing Matthew to his knees. He clenched his ears with his hands.
“He may not. But I do!” A radiant voice emitted through the chamber from behind Matthew. A hissing sound came from the rune on the wall as it scorched, the thing had retreated. An odd tall looking priest came down the steps and aided Matthew to his feet. “So he has returned”, bellowed the Man “Then we are in graver danger than we first thought. Lets get you lot to the sanctuary” and with a gesture of his hand picked up Jasper and led the way.
Between the planes of consciousness Jasper thought he heard two voices. Not knowing weather it was his state of delirium or not, Jasper lay there, where ever there was, and listened to what they said. Opening his eyes a little to identify the sources of the speaking Jasper saw a large man in a white cloak with gold trimmings speaking to a younger man in brown monk like robes. The person in charge was defiantly the white cloaked one as his voice bore a tone of authority that rang with precision as he spoke.
“The keeper has chosen his heir, we must do all within are power to protect the boy from corruption. This is most unfortunate, as for the glyph left on the wall in the crypt, we need to remove it with haste.”, the monk in brown robes nodded at the command. He was leaving the room when he turned to the white cloaked man “And what is to become of the girl sire?” questioned the monk. “That is not your concern. I will deal with her myself”. Jasper drifted back out of consciousness as the monk bowed and left the room. His thoughts plagued him, as he passed into an un-dreaming sleep.
He awoke restless and quickly scanned the room. It was the same place as the two men had been speaking earlier on. ‘Anglia’ screamed his thoughts as he wheeled out of the bed throwing the flannelette sheet to the ground. The room was dimly lit with candles and the air was tight. He was clearly some way underground. rushing to the door he turned the large round handle on it. Pushing forwards the door went no-where. Cursing to himself Jasper looked around the room. The door had been blocked by a plank of wood from the other side. Knocking one of the candles over Jasper grabbed the end and wedged it through the small crack in the door. Halfway through trying to lift the plank out he heard a snapping sound. and he lent on the leverage a bit harder and snapped the old door from its hinges. Diving out of the temporary keep safe Jasper walked out into an open passageway. Running down the different cells he looked in each of them for any trace of Anglia. His mind race. What if I am too late? What about Matthew? What are they doing to them? He came to a spiral stair case and leapt two at a time. Half way up he encountered a man in brown robes. “How did you get out?” Not having time to answer Jasper grasped the man by his robe and helped him down the stairs. Not looking back he carried on his way up. Before coming to another hall passage. But this time he had no choice he had to fight, for as he entered the room there where two guards with quarter staffs at the far side of the room.
The room was wide and tall and littered with wall mounted weaponry. Grasping the first thing to his right Jaspers hand clasped around a small spear. It would have to do as the two of them where fast approaching him. Not being one to sit around and wait Jasper leap at the closest and swung his spear at him narrowly missing his chest. Spinning around the first monk launched the staff at Jaspers legs. Seeing the staff that was intended to knock out his knees Jasper jumped and brought down his spear upon the monks head. Before it reached the spear met a wooded blockade in the form of the staff. Jasper buckled and rolled away backwards. The monk looked daft as he now held two half's of a staff. Jasper leaped up in time to ricochet a hole quarter staff from the second monk. Neatly side stepping he turned his spear and knocked the monk on the back of the head with the spear end. A pile of robes fell to the floor. Jasper turned to be locked in battle with the first monk once more, having now to avoid both of the small staff ends. Backed into a corner Jasper had to think fast. He launched his spear at the monk. who caught it in both hands as Jasper bull charged him knocking him to the ground winded.
To Large doors lay ahead of him grabbing the handles he opened them with a large iron squeak. In the next room was a large table with a banquette laid out on it. A man in white robe he recognised stood up. and greeted him. Jaspers eyes flew down the table where he now saw his friends. His heart stopped pounding. “Nice of you to join us I just sent men to escort you up...Where are they?” The White cloaked Man asked. Jasper shuddered ”Escorts?!?”. The White cloaked man eyes focused into the room beyond where two piles of robes lay. “Ah well. Um I guess some one should have explained. Errors occur! Now come and feast you must be ravaged after all you have been through”, the man gestured to a seat. A little flushed with embracement Jasper reluctantly took the man up on his offer.

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