A Grave Discovery

1

"Come on Kabil! We are going to be late to work!" Ian shouted with his now deep voice. I was really getting fed up with Yatzil taking so long in the mornings. She takes so long just because she is now self-aware. She has to look good for all the guys at work even though she does the coolest job, robbing. Whenever I ask why she wants to look good she says that 'it's too much for my 13-year-old mind to comprehend'. As we ran to the big house we saw two guards standing outside. I then grabbed Ian by his shirt and pulled him into an alley.

"Be careful and don't make a sound," I whispered.

"Why? What happened? Who was at the house?" He asked worried.

"I don't know who exactly but they were guards. Now hush or we'll get caught!"

"Oh shoot! We forgot about Yatzil!" he whisper-screamed.

"She'll be fine. Just shut up." I snapped. Then, after realizing I had said it too loudly, I whipped my neck around to the front of the ally to make sure nobody had heard me. It was cold out. Most people would say it's too cold for children to be out working but, each person to their own.

About ten minutes later I peeked my head out and the guards had gone. Thank goodness.

"Quick, we need to get Chel and get working!" I demanded.

"I imagine Chel is already at tonight's tomb. We also need to see if Yatzil is going to be okay. " Ian added.

"Good idea Ian!" I shouted. Everybody in the block heard it. I have no doubt in my mind.

"Yatzil! Yatzil?" Ian screamed. And I mean screamed. When he screams his voice gets a shrill and it goes up a couple of octaves.

We walked around for about thirty more minutes before giving up.

"We should just go to the tomb. She's probably at her site already. We should have been at ours a while ago anyways." I purposed.

"Yah. Chel is definitely getting impatient now," Ian replied.

We made our way to the tomb. It was now colder than before but we didn't mind. We were used to it. The sand was smooth but also gravelly. It had a gray tone to it. During the day it is orange and beige. It's a lot different at night though. Everything has a deep gray tint to it. My throat was dry so I took a sip of water. The feeling of the icy liquid seeping down the back of my throat and cooling it made my spine chill. The sand crunched beneath our feet. We slowly made our way to the tomb. The cold nighttime air freezing us to the bones. My nose burned from being dry and the cold air around. Ian seemed to be just fine though. I guess with an older age comes more normality. I start to take another sip of water. I haven't talked about Ian much have I? Well, Ian is fifteen years old. He has light coffee coloured skin. His hair is a dusty brown with dirty blonde tips. He has thin lips and a small nose. He has big blue eyes. He's really good with young women, unlike me. I just finished my sip of water.

"Whatcha thinking about?" He suddenly asked.

"How are we going to consummate this?" I started. "I mean how are we going to go through with this? This is the most difficult tomb in our division. How are we to succeed when I've only had one year of experience and Chel's only had six months!" I start panic and hyperventilate. Ian doesn't respond. We walk a bit more. I can't imagine our walk back with our loot. Just as we end our long walk to the tomb I spot a black mass moving from one corner of the slope. I then stop breathing and stop in my tracks. I grab onto the back of Ian's shirt and pull him down with me. He immediately slowed his breathing and his eyes widen. He looks around before sighing.

"Get up Kabil, it's just Chel." He informed me. I look up and see the twelve year old girl smiling and holding her hand out. She rarely talks but when she does her voice sounds sweet like cherries. I instinctively grab it and she pulls me up. For a her age and gender she's really strong. It's clearly visible on her arms. I pull Ian up and we start walking up to the tomb. As we make our way to the entrance Ian pulls out a wool wrap, knowing it will be colder inside. Chel does the same. I knew I was forgetting something when I left the house after supper. Ian then pulls out another wool wrap and hands it to me

"I knew you would forget yours, you always do." He as-a-matter-of-factly stated. We walked down a narrow hallway that seemed to go on forever. As we reached the end doors started to reveal themselves. They were on either side. There were about twenty doors that we saw. We didn't go in any for fear that the light that shone through the underneath was guards. We quietly slipped through the door at the end, usually that was the treasure room. Ian, taking cheerio ol chap! Role as the eldest of us three, went in first. Chel went in next, needing someone to watch her front and her back. And I last. Leaving me in the dark was our first mistake. Our next was not being careful and checking the back. Our third, and final, mistake was not watching how loud we were. I started hyperventilating again in fear of the dark. As Chel and Ian started noticing, I started noticing how loud I was. The next thing I knew, I was hit upside my head and I started blacking out. You see, I'm not afraid of the dark itself, just what's lurking in it. This moment is an example of why. As I start to loose my vision, I can vividly hear Chel and Ian yelling and screaming. I can hear the fear and grapple in their voices. Then, everything went black.

My eyes flutter open. I wonder how long I've been out.

"Good you're awake. I have news. You and your friends Chel and Ian are being sentenced to death. Your execution is in eight hours. Enjoy what tie you have." A female voice calls out. The ground is cold. Just then two bodies are shoved at me. They animate and sit up immediately. The bodies are Chel and Ian.