Chapter Fifteen Continued
Souls and Shadows
Drake had walked and walked. All the darkness looked the same to him; deep, forbidding, hopeless. Every tree looked like the last; twisted, warped and damaged, just like his soul. Like the souls of the Damned that were converging upon him, a pack of wolves stalking a weak and injured animal.
He slumped to the ground, his heart like a lump of lead in his chest. He could no longer feel his legs, they were numb and dead like the rest of him.
‘So, this is how it ends?’ he asked the darkness.
And the darkness replied; ‘Come to us.’
Drake could feel his heart gradually slowing down. ‘No,’ he replied weakly.
‘You’ll never escape,’ sang the bitter-sweet darkness, like honey laced with a huge portion of cyanide. ‘You belong with us.’
‘No.’ His voice was barely more than a whisper.
Drake’s head snapped up as he heard his father’s voice. He stared into the darkness, his eyes frantically searching for his father. ‘Dad?’
‘Come on Drake, come and join us.’
‘I…’ His heart felt like it had been hacked in two. What it would be like to see his father, to hold him! Tears gushed from his eyes as he ached with longing. How things could have been different! A huge wave of melancholia crashed over him, consumed him, took his breath away like he was drowning in a deep black sea of sadness.
He wanted to go to that dark place, to the place where his father was; so he closed his eyes, surrendered himself, and let the darkness take him.
But in that dark he could feel a warmth pressing against his chest, pulsating like the heart pumping blood around his body. With his eyes still closed, his trembling hands grappled at his chest and found a small angel, the Blood of Isis amulet that Alchymia had given him. He smiled; what a waste it had been to accept such a precious gift!
Alchymia? What a strange person to think of just before he was going to die.
‘Drake, open your eyes.’
‘I can’t,’ he whispered. His eyes were just too heavy, broke like the rest of him. He felt something cold grasp his hand but it was familiar and oddly comforting as it touched his skin. Like an angel, he thought, taking him to the other side properly, not like the illegal immigrant he was now. He smiled and tears welled in his eyes as the angel began to warm him from the inside out. His pain was nearly over.
But it didn’t feel like death. He could feel life filling his veins, dissolving the desolation, melting the ice.
‘Open your eyes.’
He was confused; he knew that voice well but she wasn’t an angel taking him to meet Death. Slowly he opened his eyes; in front of him stood an old lady dressed in black, her sunken black eyes filled with pity and love.
‘You need to fight it, Drake. The Damned are eating at you from the inside, taking your demons, your worst nightmares and using them against you. It will be the same for Willow and Pyro if you don’t fight it!’
But he couldn’t, how could he fight it? His heart was too heavy, like a stone drowning in a rushing river. He let his eyes slowly shut again.
‘Drake, I will not let you die here. Open your eyes!’
This time a spark jolted his heart into beating. He did as he was told and stared into those dark eyes that had already saved him once when she helped him to save Falkor, and they were now saving him again.
‘I have been watching you ever since you entered The Valley.’
Drake looked at her, his eyes full of wonder and gratitude as he started to understand. ‘The crow?’
‘Yes. I can only visit my sister in this form,’ she said, looking away, a slight tinge of bitterness etched into her voice, ‘or as the crow.’
Drake shook his head feebly. ‘I-’
‘I know,’ she said placing her hand on his chest, pressing the warmth of the amulet into his skin. ‘I did not tell you because I could not. I should not even be here now, upsetting the balance of things, but I could not send you into the bowels of Death’s lair without some sort of real protection. If Brimo knew I was here…’ she broke off and stroked his face with the touch of a mother nursing her newborn. ‘We have not got much time Drake, so I need you to listen. This Amulet is filled with the Blood of Isis, it will bring those lost back to you. Hold it out, let it shine and they will come.’
‘Shush, for now, just listen,’ she said holding up her wrinkled, liver-spotted hand to silence him, ‘Once you have found your two companions tell Willow to use the stowaway in her bag to set you free.’ Alchymia saw his confusion, ‘Do not worry, she will know what you mean, trust in me. Now, once you get through the main gates of the Fortress, you must seek out Arthur Tinks, he is an old friend of mine who deals in Antiquities. Find him and exchange the Amulet for some Golden Blue Pearl tickets. Drake, what did I just say?’
‘Good. You must remember that, you will need them to bribe the guards to let you through the Great Gates. It is very important that you exchange the Amulet, do you hear me?’ she asked, a tuft of silver hair escaping from under her black headscarf.
Drake nodded feebly.
‘I must go now,’ she said, pulling him up from the ground. ’Remember everything I have told you and whatever you do, do not let Brimo see the Amulet.’ She placed her cold hands on either side of his face and kissed the top of his head. She stepped back and then was gone, replaced by an iridescent crow which cawed once before it took off into the dead sky.
Drake took the Amulet from around his neck and held it high in the air, but he was unsure of whether he had actually seen Alchymia or whether he was just delirious. The Amulet pulsed in his hand and began to radiate light like a distress flare, it’s red light a beacon in the darkness. All around him the Souls of the Damned shrieked in pain like vampires exposed to daylight, and they scuttled back into the shadows and away from the Amulet’s brilliance.
‘What the hell do you think you were doing?’ screeched Willow, as she appeared out of the darkness. She launched herself at Drake, shoving him forwards.
‘Ow! What was that for?’ said Drake spinning around.
‘What was that for? What was that for? Do you have any idea what you taking off just did to me? Do you?’ She stood there, hands on her hips, amber eyes blazing from under a sea of pink hair.
Drake shrugged. ’I’m sorry, it’s this place, it’s just…’ He could see her scowl even through the strange red light.
‘I mean, as soon as you took off the Hand of Glory went out, couldn’t get it to light again and I’m supposed to find you in this!’ she said, flinging her hands in the air. ’Pyro said I should leave you-’
‘Pyro was probably right.’
‘I wouldn’t say that,’ said Pyro, the red light of the Amulet picking out the fluctuations in his skin colour, ’but what I would say is that this place is giving me the willies. It’s messing with my head. We need to get outta here as fast as we can. Together.’
Drake nodded, but remained silent. He could see the sincerity in Pyro’s eyes, hear it in his voice. But to work with a demon? Goddammit, they assisted Fenrik in his evil and even murdered his father on the guy’s orders!
Willow put her hands on her hips and sighed loudly. ‘So, any idea how we get out of here?’
Drake sighed and nodded at Willow’s rucksack. ‘Use the stowaway in there-’
‘The stowaway? Have you lost your mind? What are you…Oh…’ said Willow, looking away and fidgeting on the spot.
‘Willow?’ said Pyro, eyeing her suspiciously.
‘Look, I’m sorry,’ she said, shrugging before she slipped the bag off her back. She opened it and rummaged inside. ‘I found him at Alchymia’s; he was whirring around, stressed out,’ she said, fetching out the small glass jar with the gold, screw-top lid. Inside, a little green spirit sat cross-legged, its back up against one side of the jar, its diamond-shaped head in its hands. ’Meet the Rarog.’
‘Willow, I don’t think I approve of keeping spirits in jars you know,’ said Pyro, moving in closer to have a better look, ‘It’s not nice, I mean, look at the poor guy-’
‘He was distressed when I found him, I didn’t mean to keep him locked up for so long. I just…forgot about him. Sorry!’
Drake placed the Amulet back on his neck and strode over to Willow. ’And this is going to help us, how exactly?’ he said, pointing at the grumpy looking spirit who was sticking his tongue out at them and making rude hand gestures.
‘Well-’ said Willow.
‘You’re a genius!’ said Pyro, his red eyes beaming. ‘He’s a wind spirit and if we get him mad enough, he’ll turn into a raging tornado!’