The Pentagram Child(171)

I then stepped into a room I hadn’t seen for a while and one I never really understood but to me it looked like something you would have expected to see in a supernatural museum. Only this museum had been clearly vandalised as there was now glass all over the floor.

“Your handy work?” I asked tiptoeing around the shards.

“Guilty.” He said waving his sword at me, one that I knew used to be in the hand of the statue that had now shifted to the side to allow for us to get up to this level.

“Come on trouble, let’s get you out of here.” He said taking my arm and leading me out of the room when something hugely important smacked me in the face causing me shout out,

“RJ!” And I wrenched my arm free and turned towards the opposite door.

“Keira what are you…!?”

“We have to go back! It’s my friend…he has my friend, it’s how he got me to open the door in the first place...! Please Lucius…please, we have to go back.” I felt his arms go around me from behind in order to calm me down.

“Okay pet, calm yourself. Just let me get you to safety and…”

“No! I can’t leave her, not again. She’s by that big tree.” I said interrupting him and when I heard the big sigh from behind me I knew he was reluctantly giving in.

“Alright Keira girl, we’ll do it your way but you are to stay by my side no matter what.” I knew by the sound of his tone he meant business and I nodded my understanding as he came round to face me.

“Then let’s go. The Crypt is this way.”

We made our way to the crypt in silence and I could tell Lucius was thinking this was a bad idea. My only hope was that Alex hadn’t made it there before us, which I knew Lucius must have been thinking the same as I was practically running to keep up with his long strides. The sound of my feet echoing in the massive hallway was combined with the sound of the stone gargoyles turning their heads as we went past.

“Nosy bastards.” Lucius grumbled after growling at them in warning.

We came to the last door and Lucius pulled me in behind him. Then with one look that told me both to keep quiet and stay close to him, he opened the door. The frigid cold air that hit us made my hairs stand on end and the eeriness to the silent crypt wasn’t a comforting one. In fact there was no comfort to be found in this cavernous space, even if there had been a brass band playing some happy Disney tune. The only comfort I found was that I could see RJ’s pink hair against the dull pale grey of the ginormous tree at the centre.

“Over there.” I whispered from behind him, pointing in her direction and Lucius shot me a look over his shoulder as if to say, ‘No shit Sherlock’. He then continued to look all around the room as if listening out for something important and I gathered it was probably for signs of Alex. He must have been satisfied because he nodded for us to move over to where RJ still remained unconscious. As soon as we got closer I made to go around Lucius, forgetting myself at the sight of my friend when he blocked me with the arm holding the sword.

“What did I say?” Lucius growled scolding me.

“Sorry.” I whispered shrugging my shoulders and making him roll his eyes at me. I watched as he placed his sword beside her before picking her up in his arms and to be helpful I picked up his weapon for him as he clearly had his hands full.

“No! Don’t touch…” He started to say but it was too late. I picked up the heavy weight of the weapon and sucked in a sharp startled breath. I closed my eyes and my spine straightened from the shock of what was happening. I was quickly being transported back to a different time, one where the vision was ove taking my reality.



It was dark, it was wet and it was foggy but it certainly wasn’t inside the ancient crypt I had been stood in moments ago. I could even smell the damp earth I was now looking down at and I could feel the cold penetrating my thin clothes. I then looked up at the night sky and saw the darker patches of thick cloud where the moon was trying to break through. I felt something dripping down my hand and lifted it to see dark blood running down it in rivulets but yet I felt no pain. What was going on here? And that didn’t even look like my hand?

“Caliburnus.” I heard myself saying, feeling my lips move yet like my hand, it hadn’t been my voice either. No…

It was Lucius’.

I was now Lucius.

This was when the fog started to lift from the ground in a wave towards me. It loomed like a living entity in between my legs and it looked so thick, it was almost as if I could reach out and scoop it up with my hands. But the nearer it got the clearer the sight before me became.