The Stone Master, and The Blindfolded Creator

The Scroll

“And why is that?” My dad asked.

“So we can see if the spell The Dungeon Master used is on there, and hopefully find information to reverse the damage done to him.” Nathan explained, and very professionally might I add.

“And what if the spell isn’t on that list?” My dad asked.

“Well that’s why we have Moose and a new friend checking out the archives, to see if it’s listed among black magic.” I answered, being careful not to mention Sabre’s name.

“I see so you’ve thought this through have you?” Both Nathan and I nodded in confirmation to my dads statement. “Hmm, well the two of you are in luck, I was recently charged with watching over the scroll.” 

“Seriously dad?!” I shouted. If we didn’t have to face the counsel we could get the info easier now. I looked over to Nathan, and he’s just as happy and excited as I am. “HOWEVER!” My dad said, raising his voice. “The scroll can not leave my house.”

“What? Why would they give it to you if they dont trust you to leave your house!” I asked.

“Because times are different, the coincil and the circle are under different, stricker management. So you can look, take notes, copy the spell if you need to, but the scroll remains in my home ok boys?”

“Understood sir,” Nathan said.

“Andrew?”

“Yeah dad, I get it.” I said more angry at this new ‘leader’ than at my dad.

“Thank you, you're lucky I’m even letting you see this, be quick, and through, I have to return it in 2 days.” My dad said.

“Oh good, that's when we have to meet back up, we’ll be ready by then, don’t worry dad.” I said, giving my dad a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

”Well we have a lot of work to do, let’s get started!” Nathan said with stars in his eyes. And so our two days of rigorous study began.

(Time skip by clock boi)

Nathan’s pov: Myself and Shark were able to find 3 spells that we think are the one The dungeon Master used, or are close to it. Of course we wouldn’t even be able to read half of it if it wasn’t for Shark’s dad God Steve acting as our translator. We pretty much had all the info we needed, I was just jotting down side notes for each spell, hoping to find any clues.

“Hey man, how’s it coming?” Shark asked. I looked up and smiled at my friend and replied by saying,

“I’m doing good thanks. Just jotting down some final notes before we leave.”

“Ok, think we can leave after lunch?”

“Sure, as long as we get back sometime today we’re good.” I said, immediately after Shark mentioned food, my stomach let out a loud growl. I blushed in embarrassment as Shark laughed at the timing. Just then Shark’s dad called us into the kitchen for lunch. He had made grilled cheese sandwiches, Sabre would go nuts if he saw this. I don’t get his love of cheese, I mean yeah it’s good, but like I’m not obsessed with it. I swear he’s just like Moose and his moose milk when it comes to cheese.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A set of loud knocking sounds were heard on the front door. Startled Shark and I crouched down, while God Steve went to look out the window. He turned stock still, and when he turned to us his eyes were wide with panic.

“Dad, what’s wrong?” Shark whisper shouted.

“You need to leave, NOW!” He answered, and pushed us into the other room where the scroll was.

“Wh-what’s happening?” I asked, growing more and more panicked and scared.

“HE found out you’re here, and he knows you're looking at this scroll and is NOT happy about it!>” God Steve quickly explained.

“Dad, what’s gonna happen to you?” SHark asked, concerned for his father.

“I’ll be fine, they can’t, won’t kill me.” He said in a calm manner. “I am the last member of the circle left alive. ” He said, putting air quotes around the word ‘alive.’ He took his finger and drew a circle around me and Shark, a teleportation ring. “Where to boys?” He said with tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

“The clearing where The Dungeon Master was found.” I said slowly, with tears also in my eyes.

“But-!” Shark wanted to protest, but his father hushed him with a hug.

“Shark, be strong my son. And please pass on a message to Elan for me. …” Shark nodded, tears streaming freely down his face. I couldn’t hear what God Steve was saying, but I could tell it was important. 2 more loud knocks sounded on the door, we were out of time. God Steve let go of his son and stood up walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.

“DAD!” Shark said, right before the door was fully closed. God Steve turned and looked at us, a single tear escaped his eye and flowed down his face.

“Thank you…” I said, he smiled, nodded and closed the door. The magic circle was ready, and the floor beneath us disappeared. We landed on our butts in a grass circle, surrounded by trees. Shark was full on crying now. I looked up from where we fell and heard the sound of a shattering door, and lots of shouts before the circle closed. I schooched over to my sobbing friend and hugged him, whispering words of comfort into his ear. Eventually his sobs turned to whimpers, and eventually he fell asleep. I waited and waited, but Moose and Sabre never showed up. I was getting extremely worried, but I didn’t want to wake up Shark. The sun had set and the moon had risen and there was still no sign of our other friends. I couldn’t wait one moment longer, I gently shook Shark’s shoulder and he woke up with a start and red puffy eyes.

“Sorry but Moose and Sabre still aren’t here and it’s night! I’m worried Shark.” I told him.

“You could have woken me up sooner you know, if you’re that worried, I don’t care.” Shark said.

“So-” I couldn't finish what I was saying because we heard a loud explosion. Both Shark and I turned our heads in shock and fear, only to see someone burst into the clearing beat up and bloody. 

“Help, Sabre, Fighting!” They said in between wheezes of pained breaths.

It was Moose! Sabre was in trouble!

To Be Continued…