‘Okay, so we figure that out later,’ said Drake more to himself, ‘first we need to get into the Underworld. I don’t suppose?’
Alchymia tilted her head and flashed a brief smile at Drake. ‘According to the Codex, the entrance to the Valley of Death lies where the names of the dead can be heard as a whisper on the wind, a place now known as New Haven.’
Drake rubbed his chin. ‘Never heard of it, but I’m sure with Gizmo’s help we’ll find it.’
‘You have another problem. As you and Willow are not dead, you will not have the aid of a psychopomp to help unlock and travel through the gateway between the Land of the Living and that of the Dead. You will therefore need a key, but unearthing such a key could be a whole quest in itself.’
‘Yes, but not like the ones we use to lock our doors at night. A key, in this instance, is a magickal artefact used for unlocking the gateway between the two worlds. There is Proserpina’s Mirror, an artefact created by Proserpina to allow her mother to travel through the Realms with ease, but the last time the Mirror was seen was over two and a half thousand years ago. There are spells that can act as keys, but they need macabre items such as Grave Dirt and Corpse Water and would take years to perfect. Hecate’s Torch is another option but to find it would be a near impossible task.’ Alchymia leaned back in her chair, ‘The only other option is to find a Hand of Glory, but, as only a few exist-‘
‘A Hand of Glory?’ asked Drake.
‘Yes, it’s a pickled-‘
‘Hand,’ continued Drake, ‘taken from an executed criminal with a candle stuck in between its fingers.’
Alchymia sat upright in her seat and looked at him with an alarmed expression. ‘How do you know about such a dark object?’
‘From a Fire-djinn, a petty criminal by the name of Pyro. I picked him up yesterday and he had one in his pocket, reckons that he was summoned and compelled to steal it for some guy who he never actually saw.’
‘Summoned by someone he did not see at all?’
‘Yeah, apparently the bloke who summoned him hid his identity from Pyro, I thought it was a bit sus,’ said Drake shrugging, ‘but Falkor didn’t react when Pyro spilled his guts to me about it so-‘
‘That does not necessarily mean that the Fire-djinn does not know who it was that compelled him; he could have been placed under a very strong spell, such as the Bind of all Binding Spell, making it impossible for this Pyro to divulge any information-‘
‘But to get it past Falkor?’ interrupted Drake.
‘He’s not completely infallible Drake, especially if the person who called Pyro knew his real name.’
‘His real name?’
‘Yes,’ said Willow, ‘a person’s, or thing’s, real name is essential for really potent magick. If you’ve got their real name you’ve got complete power over the thing that you’ve summoned.’
‘Okay, so say they’ve got Pyro’s real name, I still can’t believe that Falkor wouldn’t pick it up. Anyway, I know it’s Fenrik who compelled him to steal the Hand of Glory, it’s got to be. He’s after the other part of The Book and he’s a Demonologist-‘
‘You do not know that for sure Drake,’ said Alchymia, her eyes staring straight through the flames of the roaring fire.
‘It could’ve been anyone,’ said Willow, ‘you’ve got no proof.’
‘I don’t need proof, I know it was him. Funestus Black told me Fenrik was after The Emerald Key and there’s Pyro just wandering around with the Hand? No, Fenrik knows he needs to find Hermes in the Underworld and that this Hand is the key to get in,’ a big smile broke across Drake’s face, ‘I’ll just have to take it off the useless piece of-’
‘Drake!’ gasped Willow.
‘What?’ said Drake, smiling even more broadly, ‘it’ll take Fenrik ages to find another key and by that time we’ll already have seen Hermes.’
‘Drake,’ said Willow, ‘I don’t think-‘
‘So how do we find Hermes?’ cut in Drake.
Alchymia run a pale finger over the lines of text that materialized on the pages of the Codex. ‘Hermes can be found in the Iron Fortress that lies at the end of The Valley.’ She clicked her fingers and The Codex snapped shut sending a shower of dust shooting into the air. ‘The Iron Fortress is not only protected by the Forest of Suffering, which lies between the two great Mountain Ranges of Sorrow and Regret, but also by other more gruesome things.’
Drake opened his mouth to speak but Alchymia stopped him with a quick flick of her hand. ‘Do not ask for details Drake, I cannot say; The Fates have forbidden it. You must be careful, for one wrong move and you will never be able to return, you will be doomed to a half-life of suffering that you will never escape.’ Alchymia looked at Drake with a stern expression. ’You cannot leave the way you entered and whatever you do, you must ask for permission from The Overseer of The Fortress to see Hermes. Choose your words carefully and be aware, that if your request is granted, they will seek to take your life as payment. And if they do not, your life will be forfeit already.’