Apologies in advance at my non English scripting on this occasion.
And, if it accidentally translates into something rude, please rest
assured, no offence is intended either ethnically, culturally or spiritually.
C14
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Right then it would have been all too easy for Sam to let himself collapse onto his knees and to stay there, rocking. But Sam had the Winchester genes in him and the memories of a military style voice barking orders at him so, instead of giving in to the building desire to curl up and quit, he obeyed the remembered sound of his father and forced himself to straighten up; reminding himself, that there was still the chance that his brother was very much alive and relying on him. Somewhere along this underground tunnel, Dean could be waiting, needed Sam to find him, probably holding on purely by hanging onto his faith in Sam. There was no way that Sam was about to let his big brother down! Telling himself that, even in the event of his worst case scenario turning out to be true, then the very least he could do for Dean was to waste the thing responsible. A new resolve flowed through him and, still watching to see if the level of blue light increased any, Sam doggedly set out, following the tunnel down, taking himself closer to where the thunderous noise had originated from.
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When the tunnel next curved, it led Sam into a much wider area which, at first glance, looked completely chaotic. It appeared as if some kind of major rock fall had occurred at some time within the space. Sam didn't miss the fact, however, that the levels of blue light increased a little again as he walked slowly into the chamber. Scanning around, Sam saw chunks of stone, some nearly as tall as himself, right down to piles of small chippings, all scattered seemingly haphazardly throughout the floor of the chamber. Looking up, Sam could see a number of hollows and indents in the chamber walls and roof. Sam surmised that some of the lumps of stone on the floor had once sat up in the indents until they worked loose over time, finally succumbing to the irresistible pull of gravity.
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Sam's gaze hovered over one particular lump of fallen rock. Curious, he made his way over to it, something about it warranting a closer inspection. Squatting down, Sam ran the fingers of one hand gently over the stone's weathered surface. Laying on it's side on the ground, the piece itself was around eighteen inches in length and surprisingly tubular in it's shape, very much as though it had once formed part of a larger pillar. It was obvious to Sam that he was looking at something far too defined and precise to be natural, human hands had evidently been responsible for the form and shape of this stone. His attention was drawn to one end of the object, where it had clearly cracked and sheared diagonally away from another piece. Here his fingers traced shallow shapes cut into the smooth surface, and Sam recognised them as carved letters and symbols. Both curious and excited, Sam traced each letter slowly, reproducing the shape he felt by using a finger to mimic the individual shapes, quickly drawing them into the gritty sand floor. Sam stared at what he had produced.
FrᎡᎡᏙm ᎢᏍ ᎣᎤr rᎢght
Sam's eyebrows arched in recognition, not so much of the words themselves, but of the form and style of each letter and symbol.
"Cherokee!"
Sam promptly began to scan around the area, looking for other pieces amongst the littered cavern floor that had, or could have, been shaped by human hands. Checking each piece he saw carefully, those on which he discovered further Cherokee writings and which he was able to move, he placed next to his original find. Alongside each chunk, Sam reproduced what he could of the script by drawing it in the sand, carrying out his task swiftly and efficiently.
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Standing back, Sam scrutinised each of his marks in the sand in turn. He felt his heartbeat quicken at two lines, both copied from the same broken piece of stone and seeming to Sam to be partial sentences that had separated from some larger section of carved writings.
cᎠll Ꭳn tᎮ Ꮻld ᏍtᎣrm
rᎢᏕ tᎮ tᎱnᏕrbᎢrd
Honing in on the shape and formation of the last word in each line, Sam felt almost certain that he was looking at the words "storm" and "Thunderbird". What Sam took to be the word for storm he noticed was repeated in another of his sand writings; and then Sam's heartbeat took a further leap.
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It felt very much like a persistent and annoying itch in the centre of Sam's back that he could almost, but not quite, reach, as Sam fixed on the shapes in the sand by the side of the last piece of stone he had laid out.
ᏌcrᎡd tᎣ ᏍtᎣrm CᎭᏎr
There was the word he assumed translated into storm again, but something about the words around it pulled at him, demanded to be recognised. Intuitively, Sam took a step back and, half closing his eyes, tried squinting at the words. He couldn't stop himself from accompanying his triumphant grin with shouting out a pure Deanism.
"Yahtzee!"
And, in return, the soft blue glow grew brighter still, as if eager to share in Sam's moment of celebration, a moment which turned out to be all too brief when, for no apparent reason, the temperature of the air within the cavern changed, plummeting dramatically.
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Sam's reflexes kicked in a fraction after his sudden ability to see his own expelled breaths. Glock already back in his hand, he spun around, and found himself looking at a living fossil which had silently moved into the cavern from the opposite side to where Sam himself had entered. The creature had raised it's weirdly shaped head and was moving it from side to side, whilst sniffing at the air.
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Sam didn't bother with any comment or pre-amble, his simply raised the Glock, and shot at the Thunderbird; the bullets hitting twice in it's chest area and once in the neck. Startled, the Thunderbird staggered backwards a little before throwing back it's head and opening it's long, narrow beak, Letting out a scream of rage, the bird partially lifted and spread it's huge wings. What the creature didn't do, was go down. Instead, it fixed on Sam with it's short sighted glare. Sam lifted the gun, readying to shoot again; he distinctly recalled Bobby saying normal bullets would kill this thing, but it seemed like someone had forgotten to ensure this tiny piece of intell was then forwarded on to the Thunderbird!
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Translation (What the symbols are supposed to read)
cᎠll Ꭳn tᎮ Ꮻld ᏍtᎣrm - ...call on the wild storm...
rᎢᏕ tᎮ tᎱnᏕrbᎢrd - ...ride the Thunderbird...
ᏌcrᎡd tᎣ ᏍtᎣrm CᎭᏎr - Sacred to Storm Chaser