Algernon Black

(Chapter 6) The Top of the World, Looking Down

Belize escorted the siblings through the ever-similar corridors of the old stone temple. They took so many turns Lucy couldn't tell where their bedroom was, or what end of the pyramid they were in. But after what felt like a small pilgrimage, Belize showed them to a set of long crumbling stairs and gestured for them to continue up.

Jared thanked Belize, as she bowed before turning away. And Lucy felt pangs of sadness seeing her go and an eerie lingering from her earlier warning.

But that apprehension soon fell to wonder when upon entering the temple's gathering grounds Lucy's mind could take in nothing but the magnificent party assembled out of the old ruin.

They were at the top of the flat-topped pyramid, which would seem to be a bad hosting ground during a rainstorm except a magic invisible shield composed the walls and allowed the partygoers to be inside the raging thunderstorm without danger. Above them, the transparent walls met in a four-sided triangle and were so high up that the point of the ceiling cut through dark purple storm clouds. Lucy watched above her as the clouds traded lightning, illuminating the night sky and ceiling of the room, a lilac color for just a moment.

The ground was the same red stone that lined the hallways of the building but now had hundreds of guests dancing upon it. The tradition of celebrations here must have gone on for as long as the temple had been built as Lucy noticed the stone here was well smoothed out by many passing feet.

Lucy also noticed at the back stood a massive ornate lifted stage with a small stone table at the center. It was only wide enough to seat four for dinner, and assumed it must be where the guest of honor was seated but saw no chairs around it or people.

"Well, this is really something," Jared said as his cheeks flushed from the grandeur of it all. There must have been 300 men and women attired in the likings of kings and queens as they chatted and danced. Torches lined the entire perimeter of the room, showing off the finest of luxuries for the party, from the endless table of food to the orchestra playing for the couples amongst the dance floor.

"It is," Lucy agreed, just as lost in the celebration fit for no one less than a king.

And one boy who thought of himself as one appeared before her.

"Merrashi," Rasmus greeted Lucy, spotting her the moment she entered.

"Hello," Lucy replied, but with a noticeable lacking of the friendly discourse he addressed her with.

"Merrashi?" Jared asked, his eyebrows raised.

"It means my shining light. I could think of nothing more fitting for someone as beautiful as you." Rasmus said, seizing Lucy's hand and kissing the back of it.

Jared's eyebrows pinched so tightly together they nearly touched, as Lucy had to stop herself from jerking her hand away.

"Come," Rasmus instructed as he guided Lucy away from Jared faster than she or her brother could react. "As it is my celebration, you are required to permit my request for a dance."

"But wait," Lucy said in a panic as he began pulling her into the midst of about five dozen dancing couples. "I don't think I can do this."

"It is fine," Rasmus dismissed her protest. "Just follow my lead." He set himself into position, grabbing Lucy's hip and left hand.

Instantly, Lucy was stepping all over herself and her partner, without the slightest idea of what she was supposed to do with her hands or feet or anything.

"You have never danced in my country's fashion, I see," Rasmus spoke, his annoyance growing as her disgracefulness reflected poorly on him and her pointed shoes hurt more than he would have thought after the tenth time they stepped on him.