This is the third part of the story, sorry I have been trapped in a cave for the past few months so I could not write anything

This is the third part of the story, sorry I have been trapped in a cave for the past few months so I could not write anything. J

Intruders in the Dungeon Part 3

Sternum stepped over the corpse and headed onwards past the hatchery and there was a rustling sound behind him, he turned bow in hand, and checked, all clear, but there was an unearthly presence in the air. Continuing on he turned the corner and heard whispers, once more he turned, nothing there. He walked on past another twist in the passageway and there he saw the scariest thing in his life.

Harold finished his drink and turned into a big room, with various beds and chairs each one contained a creature of every size, one moved and a huge spider got out of its hole in the ground, at that time an equally large fly went past. Harold watched cautiously as the spider stood its ground until the fly headed to the door to the treasury. The spider stealthily moved as the fly flew on, suddenly, the spider pounced, Harold jumped, and the fly struggled on to be caught in a huge web where the door would be. The spider slowly devoured it with its fangs.

"Hran, hran, hran!" cried a giant winged angel from its bed, "Hrash herje yatfsed."

It rose with its giant sword in hand, swinging it above its head and thrusting it unto the spider vulnerable body.

Harold quivered and sunk deeper.

Asrold woke to find himself stripped in a crudely built prison with rotting skeletons all around him. The room itself was small with a large steel door; he sat down next to one of the skeletons. A bony arm moved around the floor, Asrold jumped up to the other side of the room, it picked up an eyeball on the floor and put it firmly in place. The skeleton looked puzzled at Asrold and headed towards him.

"Oh shit!" he cried.

Aslan raised his battered head.

Welcome said one

"Who's there?"

We are the silent, said another, you have entered our realm mortal, and we take you as a sacrifice.

"Please, let me go."

He may be useful, said the second.

This might be the one to defeat the Reaper, said the first.

Indeed, said the second.

You must stay, said a third.

Much to learn said the first.

"Like what?" cried Aslan.

Earn your release, said the third, and we might let you go, now stand.

Aslan's body was picked up.

You will fight for us mortal, said the second.

"I can fight."

Really, show me.

Harold got up and sneaked up on the Dark Angel, he raised his dagger and brought it down.

"Hran!"

The Angel rose an arm, muttered under his breath and pushed, Harold flew back against the wall.

"Heresh hiwsar!"

"No!" cried Harold.

He drew his knife and threw it at the Angel, it turned and held out a hand, the dagger stopped in mid-air, the Angel grabbed it and crushed it to dust in the air.

Harold swallowed.

Sternum stood next to the skeleton, fear squirmed into his body, every corner of his mind could only think of the impending fear in the air. He crouched into a heap on the floor his mind throbbing, what was the point in life anyway? He could not think, he dared not move, fear was high, mind frozen, he drifted away, loading an arrow on his bow. He aimed for the trap, and was struck again as the stench of death filled his nostrils; he drifted away leaving go of the bow as he fell to the floor.

The skeleton limped towards Asrold who ran to the other side of the room and grabbed a thighbone off the floor he swung it and knocked the head clean off. He relaxed, but the body bent down and put the head back on. Crap, he thought, he hit it in the ribs and smashed the neck, spine, legs until only a twitching hand remained. He kicked it against the wall and sat down. At that moment the door opened.

Aslan hit the targets with his sword leaving holes in them everywhere.

Excellent, but you still need training.

"How do you speak without sound?"

You will see mortal, now you must sleep, said the being. With that, Aslan fell asleep.

Harold ran for the door, but it slammed shut in his face he turned and the Angel fired a bolt in his direction, he dived for cover. He ran round the lair, trying to escape, he looked at the Angel and fell to the floor. Next to him lay the dead spider and the still twitching fly; Harold rose unbeaten and yelled. The Angel stunned ran towards him to finish him off, Harold ran with speed and grabbed a piece of web in his hand as he dragged it over the charging Angel.

"Hran Lijt!"

The Angel struggled and tried to escape but the web was as strong as steel and could not move Harold kicked it hard in the stomach, repeatedly. When it was lying winded on the floor, Harold grabbed the Angel's unholy sword and with one stab straight in the back…

Fight mortal, fight our champion, said the first. A sturdy built giant walked out with spiked club in one hand. The man held out his club and looked straight into Aslan's helmet.

"I will mash him to a pulp, master."

Sternum got up off the floor, he stretched his arm and loaded his bow, his mind was clear, he turned, there was the structure, a giant cage containing a hanging skeleton, now with an arrow through the skull. The trap was filled with black magic, broken by the bolt. He shuddered and moved on.

Aslan brandished his sword and struck at the giant, blocked by the club, he struck his club, filled with magic. The spike hit the wall behind, he struggled to pull it out but managed to get it out to block Aslan's next strike, the weapons clashed again and again, finally Aslan let his guard down and was smashed leaving a dent in his armour, he fell to the floor in pain, Aslan rolled to the side to dodge a large beating from the club.

"I'm going to kill you mortal, don't escape your death."

Aslan jumped to the floor as the club neared his head, stretching his arm out he sliced at the giant's feet. Roaring in pain it fell to the floor, another slice came to its back repeatedly until only a bloodied corpse lay on the floor.

Well done mortal, you have earned your release, said the third.

No, said the second, he is no longer a lower being, he is an equal.

Very well, equal you may return to your upper land, we are the silent and grant you power in your quest against evil, in defeating the keepers of death and suffering and wish you luck against 'The ones' and the Reaper himself.

"What? Tell me more." Then he was back in the Temple.

A thin man appeared in the doorway, seeing the clutter of bones.

"Well, well you have been busy." Asrold grabbed the bone.

"Now, let's not fight, put that down, the master wants to see you." Asrold did not move.

The man clicked his fingers two knights in darkened armour appeared, Asrold hit one with a bone, the other punched Asrold with an armoured hand.

"Take him to the pit."

That's it so far, please review. J