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

Chapter VII | Part 1

The beautiful woman led the three adventurers through the door frame. Her white dress followed closely behind her, mopping the floor as she went. Her long yellow hair was loose on her back, falling in flowing strands and decorating the cleavage on her back, which showed, beneath the golden cascade, fair and pale skin.

While Tyler still practically drooled over the mysterious woman, Synthia instead held a gaze upon the architecture of the place they had been brought into.

After the door, a small corridor had led them into a great reception, similar to the one of the Academy. Pale walls encased a beautiful room, filled with gold and silver colors. A pair of mirroring marble pillars went from the marble floor up to the wooden roof, from where a gigantic chandelier hung. By the sides of each pillar was a white staircase lined with golden railing, which led up to an indoors balcony, which to each side, led to another hallway. The room was constantly filled with light, and opaque windows were spotted around on the high walls, letting in enough light to allow them to believe that the day was still young. Still, the windows were completely white. Nothing could be seen from the other side, almost as if oblivion itself was lighting the rooms from outside the huge structure.

While Synthia's eyes feasted on the beauties of the architecture, Caleb was still in shock. His expression revealed nothing but the sheer feeling of surprise that radiated from his eyes. Whatever he had expected to be related to his father's legacy, it had not been this.

After crossing the whole room, they reached a pair of monumental metal doors. They were decorated with wooden logs and held a complex system of gears and levers locking the doors that none of the could figure out at plain sight. The blonde woman, who looked young but at the same time seemed to hold the universe in her tired blue eyes, faced them and raised her arms to her sides.

"I got not a chance to plea your names thee tell me?" She recited to them.

All of them looked at her with a blank expression on their faces.

"What?" Asked Tyler blatantly, "normal american English if you may, miss."

She was silent for a couple of seconds, studying Tyler with her eyes. Her mouth opened slightly but no words came out, and then she closed it again. Her eyes closed, and when they opened, she had no apparent change.

"Dang," she said, heaving briefly," it's been a long time since I've done that."

The three friends looked at each other in confusion.

"Done what, exactly?" Asked Synthia.

"Well, there's no easy way to explain it. Download a language, I guess you could say."

"Down... load?" Asked Caleb with his brows furrowed. "What does that mean?"

"No matter, darling. Now, I didn't catch your names."

"I didn't throw it," answered Tyler.

"Shush, sir." Synthia put on her court lady attitude, almost as if turning a switch. "Be nice to the lady. My name's Synthia Claire, from London. The handsome man over there, that's Caleb Silverhood. And the knucklehead you just met, that's Tyler Ashborn."

"Well, it sure is nice to meet the whole of you, young bloods. My name is Anaya, and I am the protector of this realm and hostess to everyone who seeks refuge and knowledge here."

"That's my next question," added Caleb, his eyes quirking up to the woman in front of him, "what exactly is 'here', and why are we, you know... here?"

"Wait," Anaya leaned forward, her expression one of intrigue, "you don't know why you're here? Do you not know who you are?"

"Well," Tyler said, pulling on the neck of his white shirt and looking down onto himself, "pretty sure I'm none other but the mighty Tyler Ashborn, my lady."

Her expression remained grim and solemn, looking at them with a contemptuous look that they didn't enjoy, like when someone knows that they know something you don't and aren't sure how to say it.

"What do you mean 'Who you are'?" Synthia stared into Anaya's eyes.

"It is answers you seek, to questions you don't even know."

"Do you have to speak in riddles, man?" Tyler rolled his eyes at Anaya and humphed.

"Bear with me, alright?" Anaya turned her back to them, facing the giant metal doors. Her arms raised and the wide sleeves of her dress folded into crevices of cloth. Her head tilted upwards and her back straightened.

From her mouth came a string of words, so unknown but yet so powerful that the three of them had to strand in awe. Her chanting became monotone, but still, almost melodical. Her arms raised ever higher, palms extended towards the doors in a pleading motion. She got on her tiptoes, started to gain a few centimeters of height. Then, their surprise, her feet left the ground. She started to effortlessly levitate over the floor, the white dress gently following after her until it didn't touch the marble floor anymore.

Then, her chanting ceased and her feet touched the ground, obeying gravity once again. Her arms parted sideways and a loud metal clunk was heard from the doors, heavy and defying. The sound echoed across the room, followed by more of its own. The gears and levers that held the door closed started to twist and move, making even more noise as the complex machinery unravelled itself in a dance mixed of technology and magic.

The three youths watched in awe as the show went on. Their eyes were wide and glistened with the marvel of what they were presencing. After a few seconds, the gates stood wide open, almost inviting them to go inside.

"Welcome to the most important room in the entirety of this existence." Anaya stood casually as if nothing much had just happened.

The only one not numb enough to answer was Caleb.

"Why is that?" he asked. "What's in there?"

"Well, the library, of course."