"Lasaitu zure nerbioak." His spell and soothing voice settled my tickles.
I blushed beetroot and shook myself free from his hands.
"Um, thanks," I mumbled awkwardly and cursed my pounding heart beats.
There was no way in hell this man was going to make my heart race with feelings other than rage, fear and intimidation.
"So, the Uncle now? Famine you are a worry with your fickle heart." Death commented, which made me rant, stupidly, aloud.
"Sorry. It's a brother thing," I apologised to appease everyone's weird stares fixed on me.
I flinched at Lyra's hearty chuckles that she quelled as soon she saw all eyes on her.
Delphi and Galais led us into a bizarre, cube shaped room of pulsing white stone.
The walls were seamless. An iron box hovered in mid-air at the center. The room's space was void of other objects or furniture. It was a display room for the box.
"Burr! Isn't it freezing," I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself.
"Would you rather the tickles?" Lyra smirked.
I ignored her sarcasm and imagined I was being warmed up by a hot cup of cocoa.
"That box." Death's voice trembled.
Did this box contain another one of those objects that Adams-san used to neutralise Gat Shiem's defences that let in the Neska Gudari?
"Those warriors were Neska Gudari?" Death asked, picking up on my thought.
"According to War," I soberly answered.
"You've seen War?" Death's voice quivered.
I sensed his urge to cry.
"Yeah. Sorry, I forgot to mention, War's safe back in our time; living the sweet mansion life with a capable group of knights." I eased his concerns.
"Thank you, Buddha." Death exhaled, relieved.
I sighed; hope had to run out of steam at some point.
"I don't know. I haven't found him yet."
"Do not dismay Baby Brother. Once I'm back inside my body, and we defeat this hiruda, the three of us will track down Pestilence and bring him back to safety."
Delphi drew our attention to the matter at hand. We gathered around her and the iron box.
"This box was placed in the temple's care by the Black Rider during my great ancestor's time." Delphi's voice was of absolute reverence.
I frowned at the familiarity of that name, but couldn't pin point where I had heard it. Maybe it was in one of the books I had flicked through in the Library Tower. A time I had been lazing about the chairs to watch War work.
I gulped when Delphi's conversation was directed to me.
"According to the writings of my Ancestor, one day the box will need to pass to the one who can hold it. This one will use it to reset false destinies."
I flinched when her finger pointed to my chest then to the box.
"Um, Death, so the thing in that iron box you opened almost made you a basket case, right?"
His silence made me uneasy.
"Sorry, I was trying to find the best words to allay your fears but couldn't."
"Oh God! You're not expecting me to open that b-box, are you?" I fidgeted with my fingers and hissed at the expectant looks on everyone's faces.
"What's so bad about opening a box?" Lyra innocently asked.
I glared at her ignorant question.
"Oh, so you understand what this box contains." Galais noticed.
I nodded and told them that a man had brought a version of one to the temple home I came from.
"Temple home?" Galais asked.
"He is from Gat Shiem, Galais." Delphi answered.
"Gat Shiem?!" Brystagg and Lyra spoke at the same time.
"Who are you Famine?" Lyra looked worried.
Her question was ignored.
I closed my eyes, braced myself for the worst. I opened them again and gingerly raised a hand to the box then cowardly retracted it.
"You don't really need me to?" I asked with hopefully eyes and sighed at everyone's set expressions.
"Here goes," I released a deep breath and placed my hand on the box's clasp.
I unhooked the clasp.
The box opened.
YOU ARE READING
"I'll find a way to save my brother. Do whatever the hell you want. I'm stealing your guns." Famine is a man determined to save his three brothers after they were tragically separated when a magical fire destroyed their monastery home. He finds him...