The Sorcerer's Ring: Book 05 - A Vow of Glory (30 page)

Thor
stood on the boat with the others, the sea monster looming over them, and
braced himself to die.

He
closed his eyes and prayed to God with all he had.

Please God, give me the power to
stop this beast.

Thor
thought of Argon's words.

Do not try to overpower nature.
Become one with it. Harness nature's power. After all, you, too, are a part of
nature.

Thor felt
a tremendous heat overwhelm his body, rise up from his feet through his legs,
through his torso, through his hands, and into the palms of his hand.

He opened
his eyes and raised his palms, aiming them at the beast as it descended with
open jaws, about to kill them all.

To
Thor’s shock, an orb of light emanated from his palms and shot up through the
air, landing inside the beast’s mouth.

The
beast went flying back, clear out of the water and onto the shore, a good thirty
feet away. It squirmed and flapped on the soil, screaming out, its claws flailing
in every direction.

After
nearly a minute of thrashing, the beast lay on its side, dead.

The
others all turned and looked at Thor in the silence that followed. He wished he
had an answer for them; he wished he understood where his powers came from, understood
how to harness them perfectly on demand. And most of all he wished he knew who
he was.

But he
did not.

He was
different from everyone else, he knew. But how?

Would
he ever know?

*

The slow-moving
river tide carried them farther downriver, deeper into the heart of the
underworld. They all paddled with all they had, trying to put as much distance between
themselves and the monster as the sky grew increasingly dark. Thor still stood
there, at the back of the boat, trying to understand what had just happened. It
was like another part of himself, one he could not quite reach. It had taken
him a while to come back to where he was.

"I
know of you,” Indra said, looking over at him with something like fear and awe.
“You are the son of the Druid. The Chosen One. I have heard tales about you.
Great tales.”

Thor
blinked at her, confused.

"What
do you mean?" he asked. "You couldn't have heard anything about me.
I'm from a small village inside the Ring. I am just another Legion member.”

Indra
shook her head, adamantly.

"We
have legends, our people. Ancient legends. They tell of the day the Chosen One will
arrive to lead. They say he will carry with him balls of flame and light, a
power unlike any we have seen. The son of a Druid. He will come at a time of
great calamity in the world, a great battle between light and darkness. A man
who stands between two worlds. Our last hope.”

Thor
looked at her, not sure if she understood what she was talking about. He
assumed she was confused, mistaking him with someone else.

"I
believe you have me confused,” he said. “I am not one of your legends," he
added, finally sitting back down and paddling with the others.

"I
confuse you with no one,” she said defiantly. “I know what the legends say. And
I know now who you are.”

The
others stopped and turned, staring at Thor, and Thor shook his head.

"I'm
just a boy," Thor insisted. "Just like everybody else.”

It was
all he wanted. To be just like everybody else. Not to be looked at as
different.

Indra shook
her head, continuing to stare at him as if he were an alien who had jumped down
from the sky. She made a strange sign with her hand over her throat and chest
and head, almost as if she were praying to Thor. Or protecting herself from
him.

She
bowed her head, then turned back towards the water.

Thor
felt a chill, and hardly knew what to make of it. It was the first time anyone
had looked at him that way. As if he were a God.

The
tide grew strong and the night thick, and Thor looked around at the current with
a new respect for what creatures might be lurking beneath. Up ahead there came
a small mountain, into which the river continued running, its tide flowing into
a small, black tunnel in the stone.

"The
Cave of Devils," Indra hissed, fear in her voice.

Everyone
looked to her now with a new sense of respect.

"That
doesn't sound very hospitable," O’Connor said.

Indra
shook her head.

"It
is a house of bones. Legend says it is where devils go to have their snacks.”

The
boys all looked to each other, apprehension etched across their faces.

"Is
there another way?" Reece asked, as the tide continued to pull them strongly.

Indra
shook her head.

"We
could pull the boat aside and try to make on land,” Elden said.

She
shook her head.

“The
land is worse,” she said. “Do you see the soil?”

Thor
turned with the others and looked out at the shore.

“It is
not soil,” she added. “It is a hundred million worms. Flesh-eating worms. The
second you step foot on it, your foot will be no more.”

Thor examined
the dark soil closely—and as he did, he could see that it was indeed moving,
ever so slightly. He gulped, with a new respect for this place.

"Our
map says we must take the river through the cave," Dross insisted.

Indra
let out a short, mocking laugh.

"Your
maps says many things. But does it tell us how to stay alive?”

The
tide became stronger, and soon their decision was made for them, as it sucked
them right into the cave, all of them ducking their heads so as not to hit the
low, stone arched entranceway. Thor’s stomach dropped in dread. What was this
place?

As
they entered the cave, it was like entering a whole different world. At first,
it was pitch black in here, the ceiling low to their heads, dead silent save
for the sound of drops of water echoing, reverberating off the walls. Thor
could hear his brothers breathing hard, the sound amplified, echoing, and he could
sense the fear in all of them. He felt it himself. He braced himself in the
blackness, expecting to be attacked any minute.

After
a minute, the cave opened up, the ceiling above their head rising dozens of
feet, the tide continuing to pull them slowly through. It was noisier in here,
every drop of water reverberating off the high walls—and there also came
another noise: a cacophony of insects and small animals. There was the
fluttering of wings, strange cooing noises which Thor wished he had never
heard. There came the low and high-pitched groans and moans of all sorts of odd
insects, each sound more ominous than the next. It was as if they had entered a
cave of horrors. And not being able to see anything just made it all worse.

Beside
Thor, Krohn snarled, his hair on end. Thor turned side to side, as did the
others, trying to peer into the blackness and see if he could decipher anything.

As the
water carried them deeper inside, the cave walls began to take on a soft glow,
to light up just a bit; Thor looked closely, wondering where the lights were
coming from, and all along the walls he spotted thousands of insects, clinging
to the stone, hissing at them, their glowing green eyes opening as they passed
them and casting off a light. Thor realized, with dread, that they were waking
them. It was like a thousand small candles in the blackness, but at least it
afforded them a light to see by.

"What
are they?" Elden asked Indra, on guard, afraid they might attack.

"Cavesuckers,"
Indra said. "They carry the sting of a hundred bees. You need not worry: they
stick to the walls. Unless you provoke them.”

"How
do you know if you’ve provoked them?" O'Connor asked.

"Their
eyes will glow,” she answered.

Thor
gulped.

“As
they are doing now?” he asked.

She
nodded back.

The
hissing continued, and the cavesuckers crawled along the walls, some of them
arching their small heads towards the boat.

With
the cave aglow, Thor could dimly make out its proportions: it was cavernous, its
arched ceiling soaring dozens of feet, and they were riding down the center of a
narrow river. Huge stalagmites and stalactites hung from every direction.

There
came a low, soft snarling noise from somewhere in the depths of the cave, and Thor
turned with the others—but saw nothing.

"I
don't like the feel of this," Reece said, tightening his hand on his sword
hilt.

"Nor
do I," Conval said. He drew his sword, and the metallic ring echoed loudly
in the cave, again and again, as if a dozen swords had been drawn.

"You
shouldn't have done that," Indra scolded him. "Now you will provoke
them.”

"Provoke
who?" Conval asked.

There began
to appear from the depths of the blackness, walking towards them, dozens of
shadows. They resembled human skeletons, all bones, no flesh, but their bones
were black, and their eyes glowed white. They each carried a long, white sword,
glistening, reflecting off the water’s light. Thor could see that each sword
was made of bone. It looked like human bone.

"The
army of the undead," Indra answered, fear in her voice.

Thor
turned slowly and saw that from every corner of the cave there emerged hundreds
of these things, these undead skeletons wielding swords of bones, all heading
right for them.

“Undead?”
Elden asked. “Can they not be killed?”

"No,”
Indra replied. “They are already dead. The only ones left to be killed are
us."

There
came a great clatter of bones, and suddenly the undead raced towards them, raising
their swords.

“Well,
if we’re going to die,” Thor said, “it’s going to be on dry ground, and with
our swords held high. ATTACK!” Thor commanded.

As
one, the nine Legion members jumped from the boat, onto the dry ground of the shore,
Krohn leaping out with them. They all drew their swords and bravely charged the
undead.

There came
a great clash of weapons as sword met sword, the sounds amplified, echoing off
of everything inside the cave. The Legion had trained for this, had trained to be
outnumbered, had trained to be pitted against fierce warriors—and while these
shadow skeletons were fierce, they were still conventional warriors, and no
match for the expertise of the Legion.

Thor
and the others went blow for blow with the skeletons, and as Thor’s sword met
one of theirs, he was happily surprised to see that his steel shattered the
bone sword; he then swung around and slashed the skeleton before him, and as he
did, all of its bones broke and crumpled into a heap on the ground.

Thor wheeled
in every direction, blocking blows, parrying, shattering swords and slashing skeleton
after skeleton, leaving heaps of bones at his feet.

All
around him, his Legion brothers were doing the same, deftly defeating the
warriors before them.

Krohn
joined in, leaping into the fray, snarling, pouncing on one skeleton after the
next, knocking them down to the ground, and leaving them in piles.

After
nearly an hour fighting, the shores were lined with heaps of bones. Though Thor
and his Legion brothers were bruised and scratched and breathing hard,
exhausted, none were seriously injured.

They
all looked at each other, regrouping, out of breath. For their first time since
being in the Empire, Thor was hopeful, even optimistic. They had taken some of
the worst the Empire could throw at them, and they had survived.

"We
won," O'Connor said. "I can't believe it.”

They all
turned and walked back towards the boat—but as they did, Indra stood there,
eyes still wide with fear, looking over their shoulders.

"Do
not boast too soon, warrior," Indra warned.

There arose
from behind them a sound that made the hairs on the back of Thor’s neck rise. It
was the sound of a thousand bones clattering.

Slowly,
Thor turned, almost afraid to look.

There,
he was horrified to see, were all the bones of the defeated skeletons, slowly
beginning to rise up from the ground, and re-attach themselves. One bone at a
time, the entire army of the undead was coming back to life.

"As
I said,” Indra said, “you cannot kill what is already dead."

Thor
watch wide-eyed as the entire army began to reassemble itself, to prepare for
yet another attack. All that fighting, all of their victory—it had all been
useless. These monsters would just keep regenerating themselves, until finally
they tired Thor and his men out, and killed them all. They might not be as good
fighters—but they had something that Thor and his men never would: endless endurance.
And at the end of the day, Thor knew, endurance would always triumph.