Small island in the river Euphrates, five miles south of Hindiyah, Iraq
Four days had passed since Harry and Famine had made the underground chambers there home. In this time an odd friendship had started to form between the two, they had spent most of the time exploring the island and hunting for food.
Famine had finally been able to restore Harry's body to pick condition and Harry had started to get used to his enhanced physical capabilities.
It had been on the fifth day that Harry, who had long since discarded his oversized hand-me-down clothes in favor of a green t-shirt and a pair of black shorts Famine formed from its body, managed to convince Famine to let him try to recreate his teleportation.
They had theorized that if Harry teleported while visualizing a specific location he would reappear there. Harry had been standing in the middle of the Large chamber picturing the small chamber to the left in which he had been sleeping and trying to will himself to appear there. With every fruitless minute Harry grew more and more frustrated and after several hours without any success he vented his frustration with a loud shout.
Suddenly a wave of mild exhaustion hit him and he saw as the dust and sand surrounding him was blown away from him by a wave of nonexistent wind. He was so surprised by this event that it took him several seconds to notice that the stone floor had disappeared beneath his feet leaving him to fall into the chamber below. Caught unaware by this Harry froze in shock, it was only thanks to Famine taking control of his body and encasing it with it's own to further enhance it that allowed them remain unharmed by the almost fourth foot drop.
The camber was truly massive and different to the chambers above this one wasn't empty. The pedestals lining the walls held various small status and the walls themselve where covered in paintings and scripts written in letters Harry didn't recognize all of it damaged on some kind of form.
But Harry's attention was inevitably drawn to the sixteen foot tall stone statue of a lion that stood in the middle of the chamber only perhaps five foot from were they had landed.
Unlike the rest of the chamber this statue was entirely undamaged to such point that had it not been four the thin layer of dust and sand one might have believed it to be brand new.
Suddenly cracks started to form across the statue and slowly but surely the stone that made up the outer layer of the statue crumbled to the ground revealing a huge lion. It was only when most of the stone had fallen of did the lion finally move. The lion Shook of the remaining pieces of stone from its golden fur before fixing its gaze on to Harry and releasing a ear shattering roar.
The great volume of the roar temporally stunned Harry and coursed Famine to shatter in pain. They just barely recovered in time to leap to the left as the giant right paw of the lion came crashing down were Harry had stood moments before.
By the time he landed Famine had encased Harry's whole body with it's own creating a green and black suit that made him about two foot taller but maintained his almost sickly thin appearance.
Fully focused on the fight ahead they dodged the horizontal sweep of the lion's left pow by jumping above it and directly towards it delivering a powerful right hook to it's face. The force of the hit caused the lion to stumble to it's right recovering quickly it made to bite at Harry and Famine who had just landed. They dodged backwards to escape the massive fangs of the lion but were caught by surprise when it released a shower of hardend hair needles from it's mane.
Luckily for them the needles lacked the force needed to penetrate Famine's body making them more annoying then harmful. The paar charged through a second wave of needles and struck the nose of the huge lion making it jump back and shake its head in pain. Unwilling to give the lion time to recover the paar dashed forwards and leaped up to deliver a uppercut strong enough to lifting it of it's front paws. As the lion's left front paw blindly struck through the air in front of it just barely missing them Harry and Famine grabbed hold of it's fur with one hand and swung themselves further upwards to land a spinning kick to the left side of the lion's snout.
The lion's head was flung to the right causing it to lose it's balanced and fall onto it's side hitting as it's head struck the ground and it cried out in pain. Whether the sound of something breaking came from the bones of the lion or the stone that made up the floor Harry couldn't tell.
As symbiote and host landed the lion stud up on shaking legs blood dripping out of its mouth it released a strangled roar that turned into a coughing fit have way through.
The lion coughed up blood and a broken of tooth that Harry recognized as one of its front fangs before it collapsed on to its stomach despairedly clawing the ground as it's breathe turning into gargle and it coughed up more and more blood. Harry didn't know how long it took but eventually the lion went still and even before he checked he knew it was dead. His stomach growl as he approached the dead lion reminding him that it had been almost half a day since his last meal.
By the time he and Famine had eaten there fill they had consumed half of the lion. It was only now that Harry spotted a set of stairs leading further down right where the lion had originally stood.
The stairs lead into a small chamber that different totall the other chambers wasn't covered in sand and dust and while antique in design looked as so it was brand new. The only thing in the chamber other than the paintings that decorated its walls was a golden sword rest on a pedestal in the zenter of the chamber.
As Harry moved towards it he noticed that the runes covering the blade seemed to possessed a live of there own moving across the blade, changing there forms, disappearing and reappearing in seemingly random patterns. When he grabbed hold of the sword's handle Harry was overcome by a feeling of rightness as so the sword had always been his as if it was made for him to wield.
Harry knew that through him Famine too could feel this feeling of rightness as such it came at no surprise to him that when he made to sheath the sword Famine had already formed a sheath for it across his back.
Heading back up the set of stairs Harry searched for a way back to the surface only to come up short. The hole through which he had originally fallen was to high up for him to reach even with the help of Famine so the only option he had was to try to teleport out.
Harry closed his eyes and pictured the beach of the little island he had called home for the past few days, he concentrated on the feeling of frustration that had caused the wave of nonexistent wind that collapsed the floor of the chamber above and on the feeling of overwhelming fear and the desire to be elsewhere that had caused his first teleportation and with all his mind tried to will him self to be there.
In his concentration time lost its meaning to him whether minutes, hours or perhaps only a few seconds past he didn't know but after what felt like eternity to him his efforts were rewarded as a loud crack echoed through the huge chamber and he felt as if he was being squeezed through a tight rubber tube.
