Terror Forty-Two - Rattle

Terror Forty-Two - Rattle

Terror Forty-Two - Rattle

Esme reaches out, grabs the gate, then rattles it about.

It doesnt do much. Well, thats a bummer, I say. Is there another way around?

The gate at the other... Esme pauses. Her voice is echoing in the cistern, the wide open space and tall ceiling perfect for noise to travel. She whispers the rest of her sentence. Theres a gate on the other side too. We cant just go around. Also, wed be fighting the current.Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

Makes sense, I say. Any other entrances?

We could go back? Im sure if you give me a day or two I could figure something else out?

I shake my head. No, were on a tight deadline.

We are? Esme asks.

I cant exactly admit to her that the goddess of Darkness will ride into Montele at the head of a never-ending tide of monsters if Im not back home within the next six days. Yeah, I say. Felix, can you spot a lock or anything?

Theres a padlock on the side there, Felix says. She points to our right and up a bit. Do you think you can, uh, take care of it?

She probably means my squirters. They're great at smaller locks, which this might not be. Then again, how secure would someone want a grate in their cistern to be? Let me see. I pull myself up with the help of the gates bars. The opening between the bars isnt wide enough for my head to pass through, but I can reach in.

Pinching my tongue between my teeth, I wiggle my arm through the gap, then smack it around while trying to find the lock. Higher, Felix says. Theres a bar, and a hole in that bar with a loop, and thats where the lock is.

I reach up and find a flat piece of metal sticking out of the gate. Its all rusty and rough. Following it with my fingers leads me to a big, old padlock. Its bigger than both of my fists together, and the hole on the front is large enough I can fit my pinkie into it. Thats going to be tricky to undo, I mutter.

So, we need to go back? Esme asks.

Not quite, I say. I pulse my magic, and a few of my little friends start to squirm. Specifically, I can feel the squirters hiding under my clothes scuttle about. Theyre clever enough to climb my shirt and along the length of my arm where they exit my sleeve. Give me two minutes, I say.

Oh, are you doing magic? Esme asks. Anger could do it.

Im not an Anger mage, I say. But, uh, yeah, Im doing magic of a sort. Ill have this open in no time. Its just going to require a bit of concentration.

Esme nods, then lowers her hand. Im going to let go of my light. Were making noise already, and I dont want to give us away.

That sounds like a good idea, so I give her a nod while guiding my squirter friends into the lock. They make little squishing sounds, like stomping on a sponge full of syrup, but quieter.

I scritch one of my little friends on the back as it squirts away. Listening very closely, I can make out the faint sizzle of metal being eaten by squirter acid. Theyre getting through!

Felix spins round and round, her giggles getting a bit manic as a small tornado-like wind whips at us. Then she stops.

Are you okay? I ask. Im not sure if Im drier, but Im certainly feeling giddier. Esmes hair is extra wild too.

Yeah! Felix says. She stumbles. Dizzy.

Then she pukes all over the ground.

Oh, yuck. Felix!

My lunch! Felix complains.

Wash your face off, Esme says. And your shirt.

Thats disgusting, I say. At least I have something to empower any disgust magic with. Your shirts all messy too.

Guess so, Felix says. She looks at the... stuff on the edge of the platform, then shrugs and jumps into the cistern with a splash. She surfaces and shakes her head, then grins up at us. Clean!

I cant help but laugh before moving to the edge and helping her up. Come on. Now its going to take even longer to get you dry.

Thats okay. I can put the robes on anyway, I dont mind. Felix climbs up the platform and starts undressing while Esme does the same. I grab the robes that are meant for me, then move over to the edge and squeeze into them.

Arent you taking off your cloak, at least? Esme asks.

No, its a special cloak, I say. I dont want to leave it behind.

Oh, alright. Esme says. She stuffs her things in her backpack and then shuffles into her robes. We look a bit silly, the robes not fitting quite right. Mine are lumpy, Esmes are too big, and Felix is obviously very wet under hers.

Itll have to do!

Is there anything important in your bags? I ask Esme.

Just my clothes, she says. Nothing I cant lose, and nothing thatll trace things back to me, I dont think.

Cool! Well probably be leaving from elsewhere.

You still havent told me the last phase, Esme says. She crosses her arms. Shouldnt I know by now?

Dont worry. Its going to be spectacular!

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