Rayven's Keep

Creatures · October 6th, 2012, 10:43:08 am

Chapter Four - Clean Up Crew

Lightning strode right up to the pair of massive wooden doors - and encountered a problem. There were no handles. Soldor came up beside her, scratching his head. "Maybe you press the carvings?" he suggested, and poked the eye of an exquisetly carved void dragon. Immediately, a blast of air knocked him flat on his tailbone.

Dawntoya smothered a giggle. "I wouldn't want my eye poked by a big lump like you, either, Soldor!" she said, dark eyes flashing with laughter.

Soldor hauled himself to his feet and rubbed his backside. "Yeah, yeah, laugh all you like," he grumbled, though a smile was playing around the corners of his mouth. "I'd like to see you try and open it."

At that, Dawntoya took Soldor's spot at Lightning's side, feeling gently around the crack between the two doors, searching for a hidden handle. At last, she stood back, perplexed. "There could be a spell," she muttered finally, at a loss.

But Lightning shook her head. "Don't you think that's one thing my parents would've left behind for me? Even if they weren't aware that they would pass away when I was so young, they would've left information like that with Thane or Master Belmos...right?"

Halisa shrugged, her mane of auburn hair moving with the slight motion. "Most likely, yes. It may be that you're the one that has to find out how to open the doors, though."

The group turned to look at the slight earth magi. "What? This Keep was created by your ancestors, right?" At Lightning's nod, she continued. "So, it may be that only someone in your bloodline can open the doors."

Lucette gasped, blue eyes wide. "That makes perfect sense! Go on, Lightning, try it!"

Lightning turned towards the doors, examining them carefully with her eyes and then her hands. "No, there's still nothing," she said sadly. She glanced up at the gigantic doors and growled, "I just want to get into my Keep. I that so bad?"

Halisa gasped, dark brown eyes wide, mouth dropped open. Lightnign turned towards her friend, a quizzical expression on her face. "Lightning," Halisa started slowly, "What did you just do?"

Lightning shifted uncomfortably. "I talked to the doors," she muttered.

"And what did you say?"

"That I just wanted to get into my Keep."

Fallon grabbed Lightning's arm and spun her around. "I get it!" he cried, hazel eyes bright with excitement. "Say you're of Rayven's bloodline, the doors might open!"

The small magi glanced apprehensively up at the doors. "I am Lightning, of Rayven's bloodline, and I must enter my Keep."

A slight tremor shook the ground, and the massive doors groaned as they swung inward.

"Oh, Fallon, Halisa, you're brilliant!" Lightning cried, jumping up and down like a little girl.

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