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

Chapter VI | Part 2

The Academy's heavy wooden doors opened as they went through. The warm room silently welcomed them inside as they hurried past the peppy secretary and the torchlit halls. soon enough they reached the feet of the staircase, which they boarded and began to ascend through.

A sole crow's screech could be heard coming from outside and echoing through the building around them.

"Goddam stalker crow," Synthia muttered under her breath.

"What do–?" Tyler stopped himself before he could continue. "I'd rather not know why you said that, truth be told."

Synthia and Caleb promptly ignored him and went on their way to their destination, the chest gripped tightly in his arms. As they went by the arched windows of the tower the golden Egyptian symbol glistened when touched by the golden sunlight. Their steps echoed deeply in the silence of the Academy, interrupted only by the faintest whisper coming from some remote space in the grand building.

They reached the top of the steps. Tyler looked from Synthia to Caleb, who looked into each other's eyes warily with an expression that the blond couldn't quite pinpoint.

A slight nod and they went on their way again. Instead of lowering their paces like they usually did on the front of Synthia's door, they kept going to the other end of the corridor, almost as if they had the intention of going down the next tower's stairs.

Instead, the stopped a few meters before reaching the tower. The three of them stood warily in front of the simple, dark door, unlike all the other dormitories. It stood out completely from the sand-colored boulders and birch wood that constituted the rest of the space.

A long sigh shuddered out of Caleb and Synthia's mouths simultaneously. They darted glances at each other, with a watered down version of the expression they had had seconds before when they'd ascended the first tower.

Tyler confirmed his theory. He knew what the expression on their faces was now.

Paranoia.

He was about to confront them when he noticed that both of them silently refused to open up the door for themselves. He raised an eyebrow at both of them and brushed past between them, grabbing the knob and turning it almost like he was showing them how it was done for the first time.

Tyler unhooked a torch from the wall and entered the narrow hall. Synthia and Caleb warily followed him inside. Just like it had the last time, once all of them had crossed over the frame a ghastly wind shut the door firmly behind them. Synthia tried the knob, but the mechanism was concrete solid.

"Spooky," Tyler said, the word half a chuckle.

Caleb and Synthia shot him a glare that could raise the dead.

He held his hands up defensively and backed up, making his way down the torchlit corridor.

As they went on, all of them started to silently realize that the trip felt much longer than it had the first time. Their eyes ran through the monotone bricks that lined every bit of the walls, floor, and roof while their feet continued at a slow pace.

Eventually, they reached the door.

"Here it is," said Caleb in awe, his eyes widening with surprise.

"Shouldn't it be?" Tyler asked.

"Surprisingly, no." Synthia ran her delicate fingers along the crevices of the wood.

"What are we doing here then?" Tyler raised his eyebrows.

Synthia's gaze fell upon Caleb, who still held the chest protectively in his arms. The wooden crate, still sealed shut, showcased the golden Egyptian symbol on its back, an almost exact copy of the one on the door.