Bab 13: Whispers of the Attic
After escaping the harrowing encounter with the rats, the four companions cautiously navigated the house's decaying interior. Every creaking floorboard and shifting shadow seemed to hold a hidden menace. Dust motes danced in the faint slivers of light filtering through boarded-up windows, revealing a grimy expanse that stretched endlessly before them. The air hung heavy with the smell of neglect and decay, making each breath feel thick and unwelcome.
Their objective: the attic. Somewhere within that dusty labyrinth, they believed an owl resided, possessing knowledge crucial to their quest. The silence was broken only by the rasp of their own ragged breaths and the nervous thud of their hearts.
As they ventured deeper, a peculiar sight caught their eye – a network of rusty pipes snaking along the back wall. The metal was cold and slick with age, the telltale signs of neglect. Despite the questionable condition, it seemed to be the only path leading upwards, towards the elusive attic.
Remy, ever the resourceful one, had already used the last clean bandage from his bag to secure a makeshift splint for Jack's injured leg. With a grimace, Jack assessed the pipe. Its narrow diameter and near-vertical incline promised a treacherous climb.
"This might be our ticket to the attic," Jack muttered, eyeing the precarious route.
A silent agreement passed between them. There was no other way. With a determined nod, Iris, the ever-reliable friend, unfurled his magnificent wings. Remy, light as a feather, grasped onto his back. With a powerful beat of his wings, Iris effortlessly hoisted Remy towards the opening of the pipe.
Anna offered Jack a reassuring smile from below. She pressed her back firmly against Jack's back, using her body as a solid foothold. With his good leg against the pipe, Jack slowly used his injured foot to team up with Anna as they climbed up the straight pipe.
The ascent was agonizingly slow and fraught with peril. The confined space offered little room for maneuver, and the aged metal groaned ominously under their weight. Each creak and groan sent shivers down their spines, fueling the fear of a sudden collapse. Yet, they persevered, driven by an unwavering resolve to reach their goal.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they emerged into the dusty expanse of the attic. Cobwebs draped from the rafters like macabre curtains, and the air was thick with the musty scent of forgotten things. A lone shaft of sunlight pierced through a broken window, illuminating a lone figure perched in the corner.
A large owl, its feathers a mottled brown, sat regally on a weathered chest of drawers, its head swiveling towards them with an unsettling grace. Its golden eyes, though focused on the empty window pane, seemed to hold an ancient wisdom. The silence stretched, thick with anticipation.
The owl's unblinking stare sent shivers down Jack's spine. He cleared his throat, the sound echoing awkwardly in the vast emptiness. It tasted like dust and forgotten memories.
"Hello?" Jack ventured hesitantly, his voice barely a whisper.
The owl's head, a feathered swivel of ancient wisdom, rotated a full 180 degrees. Its golden eyes, like chips of polished amber, locked onto them with an intensity that stole Jack's breath. He felt a primal urge to shrink back, to vanish into the shadows, but curiosity and a desperate hope held him rooted to the spot.
"Greetings," the owl hooted, its voice a low, gravelly rasp that seemed to emanate from the very fabric of the attic. It sent tremors through the dusty floorboards, vibrating up Jack's leg. "May I inquire about the nature of your visit?"
Anna stepped forward, her voice firm despite the unnerving atmosphere that clung to the room like cobwebs. It was a suffocating weight, pressing down on them, whispering secrets of forgotten things.
"We are looking for Maot," he announced, his voice echoing in the void. "Our goal is to bring peace to our people and help our friend Jack."
The owl's gaze lingered on Jack for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable passing through its golden eyes. It was a look that held the weight of ages, a silent judgement that sent a cold shiver down Jack's spine.
"Jack, an interesting name," the owl mused, its voice tinged with a hint of amusement that sent a prickle of unease down Jack's neck. "The same name belonged to a young boy who recently moved into these parts."
Jack's heart lurched. Could this be the same Maot they were pursuing? But before he could voice his question, the owl continued, its voice rasping like dry leaves skittering across the floor.
"The Chosen One, perhaps?" it hooted, a hint of amusement, or perhaps something more sinister, lurking in its voice. "The magic that binds you is indeed powerful."
Relief washed over Jack, momentarily eclipsing the confusion. The owl knew! But the amusement in its voice sparked a sliver of unease that gnawed at the edges of his mind.
"You know why we're here," Anna pressed, her voice unwavering despite the unsettling weight of the owl's gaze.
"Indeed," the owl hooted. "Knowledge comes at a price, young ones. Are you prepared to pay?"
The question hung heavy in the air, thick with unspoken threats and cryptic warnings. Iris and Remy exchanged nervous glances, their eyes reflecting the unease that coiled in Jack's gut. Anna, however, stood resolute, her chin held high.
"We are," she declared, her voice unwavering. "What information do you have about Maot?"
The owl tilted its head, studying them for a long moment. Its golden eyes seemed to pierce through them, searching for hidden motives or weaknesses. Finally, it hooted again, the sound echoing through the dusty attic, stirring motes of dust into a swirling vortex.
"There are two paths leading to Maot's lair," it rasped, its voice filled with the wisdom of ages. "The first, the well-trodden path, is known as the Impossible Crossing. It is said to be riddled with Maot's poisonous magic and patrolled by monstrous creatures twisted by his dark influence."
A shudder ran through Jack. That path sounded like a suicide mission, a one-way ticket to a horrifying demise.
"The other way," continued the owl, "is hidden among the Declivities – sewers that run right through the heart of this land. It is a dangerous journey full of unforeseen dangers and unseen forces. But the current will take you to him."
A glimmer of hope flickered in Jack's eyes. Unpredictable dangers were better than certain death at the hands of monstrous creatures.
"Thank you for the information," Anna said cautiously, but her voice was barely above a whisper.
The owl's eyes gleamed with an unnerving intelligence, a flicker of something ancient and knowing.
"My turn for questions," the owl roared mysteriously. "Remember, the pursuit of justice often comes at a price. Are you prepared to pay the price, even if it means upsetting the delicate balance of this land, because that balance is gold to a hunter like me."
Anna and the others exchanged uneasy glances. The owl's words were cryptic, hinting at a deeper game at play, a hidden cost to their quest for justice. But they had come too far to turn back now.
"We will do what we must," Anna declared, her voice filled with steely determination.
"Then it's time for me to eat."
When the sun sets, the owl turns its huge head 360 degrees and screams with frightening eyes.
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