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

Chapter VI | Part 3

Synthia ran her delicate fingers over the crevices of the amulets they had found inside the crate.

"What are these?" Asked Tyler, holding one up close to his eyes.

"Like I would know," retorted Synthia.

The three small amulets were all identical, not one slight difference from each other. The metal that they were made of pictured the body of a snake doing a sort of triskelion shape in which the serpent circled three symbols and ended up almost engulfing its own tail.

She looked up at the door, and holding one in her hands, noticed the connection immediately.

"Look at that," she said.

"What?"

"The door," she said, pointing. "The strange carvings at the center. They have the exact shape of these amulets."

The three of them got up, each of them holding one of the three symbols that they had found.

With heavy and slow steps all of them advanced silently toward the dar wooden gate. One by one, with their hands shaking slightly and their hearts thumping in their chests, they placed their amulets into the door's crevices.

The wood seemed to relief itself from its tense structure the second the cold metal connected with its surface. A silent sigh of relief escaped the wood and sent a wave of energy through their bodies and down the tunnels.

The second amulet went in, leaving Tyler's hands. His muscles relaxed when the piece stuck in its place, making the wood screech quietly, almost as if the door itself could feel the amulets going into the place where they had always belonged.

And then, with almost as if the universe itself pushed him to do it, Caleb left every doubt aside and placed his amulet into the hole where it belonged. For a second, nothing happened. But then the wood creaking, screeching with energy. A mysterious gust of wind ran through the closed hall, and a heartwarming energy exploded from the door and waved its way through their bodies, down the corridor and even into the cracks of the wall.

The door shook, not violently, but as if the energy inside it was too much to contain steady. And then, without another sign, everything went quiet once more.

Nothing but silence came out of Caleb or Synthia's mouths.

"What the actual f–" Tyler began, but was quickly interrupted by a kick in the shin from Synthia.

Caleb stepped forwards, watching the wood with awe. Just then he started to notice the ancient vibe that the door gave him, the feeling of unsettlement that sprouted from whatever might be inside.

He reached with his arms forward, wrapping his fingers onto the handle. He felt its surprising warmth before turning the knob and feeling the lock click open.

The door slid inwards, letting a wave of light into the torchlit corridor. A blinding glow came from inside, making the three of them step away from the door in a mix of fear and contempt.

After the glow passed, they were left in a golden corridor where the torch was no longer needed.

Their eyes went up to the door, scouting for its insides. Instead, their eyes landed on the face of a beautiful blonde woman that blocked their view inside. Her long white dress seemed to flutter and blink briefly into nonexistence along with the rest of her body as she spoke. Her yellow hair delicately framed a pair of stunning blue eyes.

"Welcome, guests," she said, her smile broad, "to the Safe Quarters."