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ISIS' POV
"Good, everyone is here," Cedella announced. "These tunnels are narrow and there isn't much to see down here, so just stay close to each other until we get to the river. You will hear it before you see it."
We trod our way through the underpasses, listening to Cedella telling Tia about Magdalena.
At least it wasn't dark down there. The tunnels were made up of concrete and steel, and they had many turns that we could have followed. But the black arrows on the walls told us which direction we needed to travel.
We travelled for about an hour before Zander made a halt. Naturally, we followed him and stopped too.
We were quiet as we listened. A chorus of stressful moans was coming from the distance.
We were at the end of the tunnel. Our eyes expanded when we peered down and noticed steps leading down to the grate.
"We've arrived," Cedella spoke.
But before Zander could step down onto the steps, so he could travel down to the flat surface of the river bed, a loud grumpy voice sounded off.
"Who goes there?" The tone of his voice rumbled off the cliffs of the opening, sands, and dirt broke off as the echoes brushed against the mountainous walls.
"We are seeking -" Zander began to speak, but was cut off by the rude tone.
We tried to locate who the voice belonged to, but we couldn't.
"I do not give a God's shit who or what you are seeking!" The voice was so thunderous, it had me thinking that probably this person was a God. "Do you wish to travel by my boat?"
"Boat? He must be the ferryman," Cedella uttered.
"Yes, we -" Zander was cut off again.
"Do you have payment for the crossing?"
"Yes, we do," I answered.
"Well, let me see it," the voice grumbled.
"I'll go first," I announced, then I gestured for James and Declan to follow behind me with the coffin.
"Isis, what are you doing?" Zander held on to my arm, trying to stop me from going down first.
I yanked my hand from him. "I'm not a child, young Alpha. I can take care of myself."
"Isis, you need to -"
"What the hell is taking so long? I don't have eternity to wait for you misfits," the voice sounded dangerous now. "Do you want to cross the river Styx or not?"
"Wait," I halted. "The river Styx?"
"Yes, lady. Are you deaf?" the creature asked.
"Then that makes you -"
"Charon and I am the ruler of this dreary coast. I'm better known as the ferryman responsible to taking souls across the River of Souls. Now let's see the payment, and then we talk destination," Charon introduced himself. We still couldn't see him. "Step down, so I can meet all of you."
I gingerly stepped down and made my way towards the only gleam I could see. The others followed behind in a straight line.
"That glimmer in the distance seems like water," Zander pointed.
"But why is the water not moving? There isn't any ripple, wave, flutter of water to signify that that river is alive," James added.
"That's because it's not water," Charon answered. The ground shook as he unburrow himself from beneath the sand. "The river is made up of souls."
He stood maybe 15 or 16 feet high in the air.
"Woah!" I heard Carson say as he admired the old giant.
He looked rough. Very unkempt as his reddish-brown girdle was riddled with grease that seemed to hold together his attire.
"Hurry up you two," he spoke as his eyes, which were like hollow furnaces on fire, landed on Declan and James. "Set the coffin there and open it."
The two wolves did as they were told.
Charon stooped down, so he could have a better look at Cedella's body.
He was like a sordid god. A length of beard descended, brushing against the corpse. It was uncombed and even in the dark, I could tell it was unclean.
He sniffed the body. "Argh!" he grunted. The mean, mean-spirited giant huffed as he grabbed his double hammer from beneath the sand. Wielding it angrily. "This being died a long time ago. Only fresh souls are allowed the rite of passage."
"Please, Charon. We have to get to the Dragonflame Summit, so we can take her home to her mother, Queen Magdalena. She deserves to be properly buried," Zander begged.
"Please let us cross," Cedella hovered closer to Charon. Her shiny ghostly figure captured his attention.
"So pretty," he muttered under his breath. "But rules are rules. I can't allow any of you passage. The body is not fresh enough."
"There must be another way," Cedella wondered.
"Let's go back to the mansion, mummy," Tia sobbed.
"It's OK. Everything will be alright."
Charon looked closely at the child. He could tell she was a Dark Fae. "Who is her father?" he questioned.
"Someone evil, that's all you need to know," Zander started, flashing his dark eyes at Charon as a warning.
He grinned as he plucked the coin from Cedella's body and swallowed it. "Payment accepted. Now follow me. We have a river to cross." He turned and made his way to his boat.
"I'm going to require more coins for all of you. One measly coin just won't do," he grumbled.
"Fuck!" I cursed, as I dug through my purse for the additional coins Lance gave me.
Everyone looked at me. I guess I surprised myself too. It was the first time I had used such foul language.
"Let's go," Zander said as we followed Charon toward the River of Souls.
"Good, everyone is here," Cedella announced. "These tunnels are narrow and there isn't much to see down here, so just stay close to each other until we get to the river. You will hear it before you see it."
We trod our way through the underpasses, listening to Cedella telling Tia about Magdalena.
At least it wasn't dark down there. The tunnels were made up of concrete and steel, and they had many turns that we could have followed. But the black arrows on the walls told us which direction we needed to travel.
We travelled for about an hour before Zander made a halt. Naturally, we followed him and stopped too.
We were quiet as we listened. A chorus of stressful moans was coming from the distance.
We were at the end of the tunnel. Our eyes expanded when we peered down and noticed steps leading down to the grate.
"We've arrived," Cedella spoke.
But before Zander could step down onto the steps, so he could travel down to the flat surface of the river bed, a loud grumpy voice sounded off.
"Who goes there?" The tone of his voice rumbled off the cliffs of the opening, sands, and dirt broke off as the echoes brushed against the mountainous walls.
"We are seeking -" Zander began to speak, but was cut off by the rude tone.
We tried to locate who the voice belonged to, but we couldn't.
"I do not give a God's shit who or what you are seeking!" The voice was so thunderous, it had me thinking that probably this person was a God. "Do you wish to travel by my boat?"
"Boat? He must be the ferryman," Cedella uttered.
"Yes, we -" Zander was cut off again.
"Do you have payment for the crossing?"
"Yes, we do," I answered.
"Well, let me see it," the voice grumbled.
"I'll go first," I announced, then I gestured for James and Declan to follow behind me with the coffin.
"Isis, what are you doing?" Zander held on to my arm, trying to stop me from going down first.
I yanked my hand from him. "I'm not a child, young Alpha. I can take care of myself."
"Isis, you need to -"
"What the hell is taking so long? I don't have eternity to wait for you misfits," the voice sounded dangerous now. "Do you want to cross the river Styx or not?"
"Wait," I halted. "The river Styx?"
"Yes, lady. Are you deaf?" the creature asked.
"Then that makes you -"
"Charon and I am the ruler of this dreary coast. I'm better known as the ferryman responsible to taking souls across the River of Souls. Now let's see the payment, and then we talk destination," Charon introduced himself. We still couldn't see him. "Step down, so I can meet all of you."
I gingerly stepped down and made my way towards the only gleam I could see. The others followed behind in a straight line.
"That glimmer in the distance seems like water," Zander pointed.
"But why is the water not moving? There isn't any ripple, wave, flutter of water to signify that that river is alive," James added.
"That's because it's not water," Charon answered. The ground shook as he unburrow himself from beneath the sand. "The river is made up of souls."
He stood maybe 15 or 16 feet high in the air.
"Woah!" I heard Carson say as he admired the old giant.
He looked rough. Very unkempt as his reddish-brown girdle was riddled with grease that seemed to hold together his attire.
"Hurry up you two," he spoke as his eyes, which were like hollow furnaces on fire, landed on Declan and James. "Set the coffin there and open it."
The two wolves did as they were told.
Charon stooped down, so he could have a better look at Cedella's body.
He was like a sordid god. A length of beard descended, brushing against the corpse. It was uncombed and even in the dark, I could tell it was unclean.
He sniffed the body. "Argh!" he grunted. The mean, mean-spirited giant huffed as he grabbed his double hammer from beneath the sand. Wielding it angrily. "This being died a long time ago. Only fresh souls are allowed the rite of passage."
"Please, Charon. We have to get to the Dragonflame Summit, so we can take her home to her mother, Queen Magdalena. She deserves to be properly buried," Zander begged.
"Please let us cross," Cedella hovered closer to Charon. Her shiny ghostly figure captured his attention.
"So pretty," he muttered under his breath. "But rules are rules. I can't allow any of you passage. The body is not fresh enough."
"There must be another way," Cedella wondered.
"Let's go back to the mansion, mummy," Tia sobbed.
"It's OK. Everything will be alright."
Charon looked closely at the child. He could tell she was a Dark Fae. "Who is her father?" he questioned.
"Someone evil, that's all you need to know," Zander started, flashing his dark eyes at Charon as a warning.
He grinned as he plucked the coin from Cedella's body and swallowed it. "Payment accepted. Now follow me. We have a river to cross." He turned and made his way to his boat.
"I'm going to require more coins for all of you. One measly coin just won't do," he grumbled.
"Fuck!" I cursed, as I dug through my purse for the additional coins Lance gave me.
Everyone looked at me. I guess I surprised myself too. It was the first time I had used such foul language.
"Let's go," Zander said as we followed Charon toward the River of Souls.
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