Chapter 3, the thing within the cave

The glaring sun's light crept into the cave entrance, illuminating almost nothing, as the inside of the cave seemed empty.

Filgar stepped into the cave, and the shadow embraced him with its frigid arms, Lyra too, felt the coldness of the cave, their breath clouds were slightly visible.

"Arr, it's cold in here," stated Lyra as she hugged herself, trying to retain her body heat.

The snoring sounds grew louder the further they went, and the cave became like an endless hallway in their minds as the darkness obscured their vision.

"Shh, sis, did you hear that?", Filgar whispered.

Lyra answered with a single yes as they slowly walked their way to the source of the snoring sound.

A gentle, yellowish light dimmed their path as they walked. It was like the light of a fire.

Finally, after walking for a minute, Lyra and Filgar saw, an enormous hole in the wall, so great and big, and the warm glow was now a strong, intense orange light.

Filgar turned his head and picked through the tall, vertical entrance to the room with the light, his eyes widening as he saw something breathtaking.

Hundreds of shining swords were stuck in the ground, with a great fire burning in the middle. The entire cave looked like an immense room that could easily fit one hundred and twenty thousand individuals.

Lyra saw her brother stop, so she quickly got near him and saw the great sight, her blue eyes shining with a glint of awe.

"See, Filgar, I told you there would be magical swords!", she said with her chin up, while giggling to herself.

"Come on, let's go get the swords!" smiled Filgar after she jumped her face in front of Filgar, who was still memorizing the sight.

"Uh? Oh ye, let's go!", said Filgar while smiling to his sister.

They both entered the enormous room, looking around at all the swords. Each one looked like an ancient mythical sword, with all the mysterious patterns and language engraved onto the blade and hilt.

Filgar watched as Lyra started to gather all the matter of swords like she was uprooting grass from the soil.

Filgar didn't shy away, and so he walked to a sword that had almost all of its blade stuck in the soil.

The soil was grayish in color, like ashes. The sword had a royal purple-colored hilt with a large red gemstone.

On the blade, there were many deep letters of unknown origin.

"Must be the language of the gods...", thought Filgar out loud as he was ready to grip the hilt.

When Filgar's hands touched the handle of the sword, a flirty-colored (dark purple) mist cloud appeared like dust.

"So cool," he muttered before forcing on the sword again.

As Filgar tried his hardest to get the sword from the ground, from the flames came two figures, one a big beast with wide wings folded to its side, and the other a human figure with an animal mask hiding its face.

Lyra seemed to notice the two figures, but neither fear nor panic overwhelmed her, rather, a different emotion, "That's a dragon!" she shouted loudly, alerting the two figures.

Lyra saw that the dragon and the person both started to walk toward her and her brother.

Swiftly, Lyra came to her brother's side, and said, "Filgar! There is a dragon! "We have to go!" but her words were answered with a brief glance.

Filgar struggled with all his might to pull the sword out, but each time he tugged, it felt as if he was attempting to move a boulder twice his size.

Suddenly, a voice boomed within his mind: "A new hand touches the blade of Lunarriff!" The voice was as clear as day yet eerie in its coldness, and it sent shivers down Filgar's spine.

He stood still, frozen in place, [his] hands still clasped around the hilt of the sword.

The world around him ground to a halt as he stared, transfixed in terror, at the writhing, [the] viscous black fog that oozed from the blade of the sword and seeped into his trembling hands.

Every nerve in his body screamed for him to flee, but he was rooted to the spot, unable to move as the shadowy mist enveloped him, suffocating him with its icy embrace.

Lyra's heart pounded as she watched her brother, Filgar, try to pull the sword out of the soil. A dark mist clung to his hands, and panic started to consume her. She tugged on his arm, trying to get him to stop, but he was determined.

As they struggled, Lyra's eyes flicked nervously to the bright fire that illuminated the open cave. Suddenly, two figures emerged from the shadows cast by the flames and began to approach them. Lyra's breath caught in her throat as she tried to pull her brother away.

"I'm sorry, sis," Filgar whispered, his voice strained. The mist was now reaching his elbow, and the sword still refused to budge.

In his mind, a voice echoed, "Mind and body, all is mine; submit to me, and all the power will be yours to wield."

Filgar opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out. His eyes became as black as the night sky.

The shadowy mist reached his shoulders, and his arms became covered in it.

Lyra, who stood not a step away from her brother, fell to the ground.

Her eyes became like waterfalls as her vision blurred.

The two figures stopped once she fell to the floor, and they both looked at each other before continuing their walk.

The dragon-like figure halted, but the other figure, whose mask still covered its face, kept moving toward the two.

Lyra, now on the ground, started to scream, questioning who the figure is, and what he wants from them.

Although she asked many questions, the true question she wanted to know was how to save her brother from the strange mist coming from the sword.

The masked figure stopped in front of the two and spoke.

Story is currently stopped, because I don't have time to write it :(

I'll try to rewrite it in the future, but that would probably won't happen