CHAPTER 6: IN THE REALM.

(POV: Mysterious Narrator.)

After dealing with the archers within black armor, Billster, Thomas, Timothy, and Lady ran into no further incidents or fights with them. The 4 Sorcerers were making good time as they were hiking through the forest. As the number of Greek ruins began to increase more and more, Billster spotted a circular structure within the distance and began to really pick up the pace.

"You guys!" He called to Lady and his brothers. "The portal's frame is just ahead!"

"Right!" Timothy called back! "We're coming!"

As Thomas, Timothy and Lady then heard Billster's words, they too began to pick up the pace. Once they were at the Portal frame, Billster pulled the medallion out of his pocket and inserted it into a circular shaped hole that had some Greek text engraved above it. As the teen then pushed the medallion into its place, the structure ignited with a blue flame, before it lowered and revealed a portal in the open center.

"Is everyone ready?" Billster asked, as the other three then gave their replies.

"Yes, little brother." responded Timothy.

"We came with you for that very reason, Billster." Lady replied.

"Never will back down to help you out, Brother." Thomas relied as Billster then cracked a smile.

As Billster then turned heel, he put on a brave face and grabbed the medallion before he, Thomas, Timothy and Lady, stepped through the portal. As they then stepped on to the other side, the four sorcerers gasped, for just below the cliff stood the ruins of an ancient Greek city. As they looked about they were amazed at the size and number of buildings that stood within it.

"This must have been a very prosperous place." Billster remarked. "Many people must have lived here."

"I find it hard to believe that this even exists." Timothy commented. "And yet here I am. Looking at it now."

"It must've been very romantic living here while it was in its prime." Lady said with a smile.

"Yeah. It must've." Thomas agreed, as he and Lady then blushed and looked away from one another.

"Um.. Enough looking at the city below..." Lady said, looking a bit flustered. "Billster, where do we head to next?"

Billster looked at his map and then at the city below.

"There." the 14 year old replied as he pointed at the massive temple at the center. "That's the shrine for Hephaestus. That's where we want to go if we're to retrieve Blue-Spark."

"Right." Timothy replied. "Time to keep going forward."

And so, as the sorcerers then continued to press on forward, they had to push and prod their way through many bushes and branches for the paths were overgrown. The walk took some time, but eventually, Thomas, Lady, Timothy and Billster found themselves just outside of the temple. However they weren't alone. As they then looked around, they found that the Knights of Mordred had too found the place where they needed to go and were ready for a fight.

"You fools!" Said the commander. "You dare to trespass onto grounds that are the rightful property of the great king Mordred?!"

"Trespass?!" Billster exclaimed in disgust. "Rightful property of Mordred? This land and city belonged to an ancient Greek colony. You can't take this!"

But the commander in black armor just scoffed as he then got ready to pull out his sword. Billster of course, saw this, and was just about to draw his sword as well, when Thomas stepped in front of him.

"Thomas!" Billster exclaimed in surprise. "What are you..."

"Go, Billster." Thomas replied with a serious look. "Go into that temple and retrieve that sword. I'll hold these idiots off."

As Billster then nodded, he had a worried look across his face that obviously gave the message that he was not sure on leaving his brother behind. However, before the 14 year old could say any of his concerns, Timothy and Lady drew their swords.

"It will be alright, little brother." Timothy coax, knowing of his brother's obvious concerns.

"We'll help Thomas fight these 'knights'." Lady replied. "Just go and grab Blue-Spark."

As Billster then nodded once more, he began to dart towards the temple, with no intention of ever stopping.

(To be continued...)