A Downward Spiral

Glad you could join us for the next descending episode of Elliot’s Adventures. If you’re new here, you can catch up by returning to the beginning, and reading really fast…

All eyes followed them as First Combat Master Vladimir the Just escorted Elliot the length of the dining hall to a square door recessed into the wall facing the High Priestess’ table. Only half the height of any other door in the Tower, its lock fought valiantly against the key Master Vlad inserted, in a vain attempt to keep the secret it guarded.

Its heavy planks dragged open on hinges rusty from neglect and disuse, the door’s screeching protest pierced all ears and overpowered all pained gasps as the Master revealed a dark opening at the top of a stairway to blackness.

Removing a lantern hung just inside the door, he plucked a light from the wall and jammed it kicking and wriggling inside. Without a backward look, he led the way into the deepest chamber beneath the Tower of Honor.

Elliot followed, each step’s smoothed edge whispering tales of once well-travelled stairs, spiraling around a great stone column that vanished into the faint green of glowing mushrooms.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

“To the bottom.”

To be continued. . .

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