The Servant Of Chaos (WIP-New Part Every Monday/Friday)

Chapter VI | Part 1

The sun had been crossing the sky at its perseverant pace that morning while they tried to open the chest.

"We have tried everything," complained Caleb. The chest, no matter how hard they tried, had stayed sealed shut. No way of picking the nonexistent lock, no gauging the lid open, neither could they even budge the wooden sides.

Synthia and Caleb had tried every single method that had crossed their mind.

Caleb, for the fifth time, stuck a kitchen knife between the hinges of the crate and tried to lever it open. Still, the crate held its structure. Synthia took his place and grabbed a crushing hammer in her hands. She bent her knees and applied all her strength into driving the weapon into the hinges that held the lid.

The metal clanked and the box shuddered, but the hinges didn't even begin to budge. She grunted and cursed, stomping her foot on the ground.

"This freaking box will never give in!" She exclaimed.

"Don't despair, Synthia," he said, hope glimmering in his eyes.

An devious expression decorated her face. Her smile was closer to stanic than happiness.

"You're right. We've not tried everything."

"What're you–?" She pushed him aside and took the chest in her arms, handling the weight pretty easily. She waddled over to the window and opened it with one fell swoop. She took the chest and prepared to swing it, shifting her balance and readying to throw it out the window.

"There you go you f**cking useless relic!" Her face revealed a mask of utter surprise when Caleb stopped her arms and took the chest away. "Give it back!" She argued.

"You are not throwing everything I have from my father out the window!"

"Oh, come on, you weak fudge," she said. "You do know that the box is not your father incarnate right?"

"I do, but it is my only connection to him. The only trace of the absent figure I always missed."

Synthia's expression was completely blank. "I'm sure what you just said was deep, but it completely flew over my head."

Caleb huffed and placed the chest on the nearby table.

"I don't understand," said Caleb, "this crate is wooden, but it's tougher than anything I've ever seen before."

"I bet if we throughout the window it'd burst."

"We are most definitely not throwing it out the window."

"Such a buzzkill."

Caleb rolled his eyes. "I've got an idea. The academy has its own carpentry workshop. Something down there must be able to get it open."

"Our knives didn't even leave a scratch."

"I beg to differ that a chainsaw most certainly will do more than a scratch."

"There's only one way to find out," she said. "Let's head down there."

With the chest in his arms Caleb led Synthia out of the room and into the halls. They headed for the Eastern tower, planning on going down the spiraling stairs and into the workshop.

Caleb was worried that Synthia was getting a little too excited about attacking the crate with the tools from the workshop. The mental image of Synthia with a chainsaw whirring in her hands scared Caleb more than he would ever admit.

That's when Synthia and Caleb both stopped dead on their tracks. His mouth gaped and his brows knitted in confusion. She ran her fingers over the hall's wall, the creaks between the boulders that made up the structure.