The Which Within The Books Of Grasharlo Arc Part Three

The Third Book

"So, Grasharlo was adopted." Ringer said out loud as he let what she had said sink in.

Loc nodded feeling vulnerable and part of her felt lost as she, after her three years at the academe she thought that she knew the evil witch that she was a part of, however, it was all too clear that there was more to learn than she thought.

"Have you read any of the books?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"No, but I am curious as to what is in them." She said honestly. "Why, do you think that it will reveal her biological parents?"

"That is my thoughts, however I planned to order you to read those books anyway." He said. "And please, don't be disappointed if it ends up being an empty well."

Loc nodded.

"Even though you have got many good things from that pyramid, I think that you need to go and get your third book." He said.

Loc nodded.

"Alright." She said.

After all it will only be a matter of time until Gracey and Sharimon clock onto the fact that I'm collecting these books. She thought.

"So where will you be sending me?" She asked.

"Saha, an Empire in the Sand Planes." He said.

"Wait, is that the one where the flying carpet competitions are?!"

"Yes, however, for obvious reasons I had to contact Emperor Sulal Mohah. Which did not take kindly to this, especially since he's one of the many ones that hate Grasharlo the most. So I would advise you to be aware and careful. After all not everyone knows you as much as I do." He said.

Loc felt her heart sink slightly but she covered her hurt feeling as she nodded. 

"Alright. Thank you." She said sullen as she left. 

She took a bath and then got ready for her mission. For this, she put on a dark purple vest and trousers. She then went to the air yot. She looked out of the window as she wondered if it was a good idea whether or not it was good for her to do this one now. Then again, this part was inevitable, so it was a good idea to get out of the way, the sooner the better. She looked down in dread as she heard the angry mob shouting at her like a roaring lion, knowing that they were here for her.

Then it landed and before she got to her feet she already heard the throwing of things at the air yot. She then looked around knowing that she was walking to an angry mob. The lach fell and to her surprise there were guards there.

"Are you Lorra Cerberus?" Asked one.

"I am, but please, call me Loc." She said.

They nodded.

"Follow us." Said one.

"We've been tasked to guide and follow you to obtain the book and to protect you." Said the other.

"Thank you." She said.

"Get that witch out of here!" she heard someone shout followed by someone throwing something hard at her but was instantly caught by one of the guards.

"I think that you need to follow us." He said.

She nodded in gratitude. She followed them in silence as they led her to a domed structure. She spotted that there was a hole in the centre. She walked up to it and she descended into the abyss below. She was surprised that there was nothing to stop her. This told her that the obstacle lay ahead. Her body guards seemed to think so too as they, like her, instinctively pressed herself against the walls. One tapped the walls ahead so that they did not trip a trap.

They turned a corner to see an old rotten creature looking at them. It sat and looked at her like it was waiting for a long time for something. Something, Loc knew what when it stood up. It then ran at her like it was young. She dived out of the way as it pulled out a dagger and it would have hurt her if she had not moved out of the way. Then the dagger was drawn down and hit her hand. Then she felt oddly more pain than usual. She let out a scream as she felt something burning in her vanes. She then felt an odd heat on her stomach then felt as she removed the dagger.

Then it looked at her with wide eyes.

"I am sorry my master. I did not recognise you." It said.

She, for a moment, was confused but she soon pulled herself together.

"Shame, you should have known better. Now take me to my book!" She said, hoping that she had been convincing enough.

"Then come." It said as they were led them down a corridor and after passing several different doors, they came to a plain wooden door. There it walked in and she gave her the book. She reached out as she looked down to see that her hand was still wounded. She looked at it in shock, however she tried not to show it. She then took it with the other book. She was soon back in the air yot. However her wound still had not healed.

Am I mortal again? She thought. She took out her knife and struck another part of her body only for that wound to heal. No,  I'm still moral. But then, why is that other one not healing?