Bab 8: Heart of Mystery
The day after our chat with Mara, Lena and I were more determined than ever to figure out the deal with that eerie altar we'd stumbled upon. Mara had basically told us to tread lightly, which in adventure-speak, meant "be careful, but I'm secretly rooting for you."
"Team, assemble!" I declared, trying to inject some bravery into my voice as we set out with the morning sun. Lena just chuckled, her spirit as bright as the dawn.
Our quest kicked off at the village's scribe, the closest thing we had to a library. The idea was to dig into any scrolls or records about ancient magics or local legends that could shine a light on our mystery. The scribe, old Master Penvil, eyed us with a mix of curiosity and suspicion as we piled up scrolls and dusty tomes on every available surface. "Seeking knowledge, are we?" he mused, stroking his beard.
"Just a bit of research for... personal interest," Lena covered smoothly, offering a smile that would make saints spill their secrets.
"Hmm," was all Master Penvil said, leaving us to our devices. Villages like ours thrive on gossip, but they also have a way of respecting a good quest, even if they don't fully understand it.
We camped out in Lena's family's barn, transforming it into our command center. Her parents didn't mind, used to her bringing home strays—though I was probably the first two-legged variety. "Found anything that might save the world yet?" her dad would ask, peering at our setup with amusement.
"Working on it," Lena would shoot back, winking at me as we dove back into our research.
But for all our digging, we were hitting more dead ends than a maze designer's convention. "Maybe we're going about this the wrong way," I suggested, half in jest. "Perhaps we should just ask the altar nicely to spill its secrets."
Lena perked up at that. "You know, you might be onto something. Not the asking part, but maybe we need to take a closer look at the altar itself, detective-style."
So, armed with as much knowledge as we could carry and a few protective talismans from Mara "Just don't do anything too foolish," she'd warned, we ventured back into the forest, the mystery of the altar calling us like a siren song.
The forest seemed almost alive, aware of our intent as we made our way to the clearing. It was quiet, the kind of silence that speaks volumes, and there it was—the altar, just as imposing and mysterious as we remembered.
"Alright, Sherlock, where do we start?" Lena joked, though I could tell she was as on edge as I was.
"Elementary, my dear Watson," I quipped back, and we got to work, examining the altar more closely than before, looking for anything we might have missed.
That's when we found it—a hidden compartment of sorts, cleverly disguised in the altar's base. Heart hammering, we managed to open it, revealing a small cavity containing what looked like an ancient relic.
"Jackpot," Lena whispered, her eyes wide with awe and a hint of fear.
But our celebration was cut short as the ground trembled beneath us, a dull rumble that grew louder, more insistent. A glow began to emanate from the relic, casting eerie shadows around the clearing.
"Uh, Lena," I said, steadying my voice as much as I could, "I've got a feeling we're about to find out exactly what kind of magic we're dealing with."
She nodded, squeezing my hand with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Together," she said firmly, and I knew there was no one else I'd rather have by my side.
As the glow intensified, enveloping us in light, I realized this was the point of no return. Our quest for knowledge had just become a whole lot more real, and whatever lay ahead, Lena and I would face it head-on, as a team.
Status Power Mingguan
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