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Chapter XIII: The Vault
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Sol seemed deep in thought as we entered the room. So deep in thought that he was unresponsive. Actually, he was real quiet. I didn't even have enough time to take a look at the displays as he walked past the displays to a door at the far end of the room.
When we reached the ornate, mahogany doors, I stopped to gaze at its splendor.
The right door had a carving of an angel as she readied her scythe for a blow from above. She was truly an angel by the way she was made. Her delicate frame was covered in a flowing cloth as she descended from the heavens. And when I saw her face...
Oh my GOD! That's me! There's no mistake about it. The angel has my face. And come to think of it, my exact body. How was this possible? My wings... I mean the angel's... four wings? A Cherubim? The wings, as I interpreted it, were slowing her descent.
It was her face that took me by surprise. She was a dead ringer for me. But her face was filled with sorrow that I had almost not recognized. It was the sorrow I felt when I lost my mother.
Mother. It had been so long that I have already forgotten what you looked like. And I am ashamed that I had forgotten the person I held dear to me.
My eyes slowly focused at the left door, and when it did, I saw something weird.
Another angel, or it seemed to be, was kneeling on the ground and had his arms open, as if welcoming the other angel even though she did not bring him good will.
This angel had three pairs of wings. A Seraphim. But could it be called a Seraphim of the middle wings were like that of a dragon's? As I looked at the male angel's face, I noticed that it has this serene smile as if everything in the world was whole. Something was bothering me about these carvings. It was like this scene was familiar in some way.
And I cannot remember where I saw such a drawing.
And the male angel's face was familiar and I can't place it. This was frustrating.
"What's in there?" I asked trying to get my mind out of the carvings. Sol only sighed and looked at me warningly.
"Do not touch anything inside," he said almost coolly. It was like he dreaded to be in that room for some reason that I cannot or did not see.
And I was too afraid to ask him.
Sol seemed to be always in composure and nothing seemed to have fazed him. Not even the Dark Mark. Although, him being muggle, I could call it ignorance in his part.
But he was reluctant to enter the room.
Finally, he took a deep breath and opened the door. He took a look at his clipboard and flipped a switch by the entrance and a small storage area was illuminated.
But to me, it looked like a small part of a warehouse. Boxes of all sizes were neatly piled and I had no idea what to look for. Sol handed me the clipboard and proceeded to sift through the boxes.
"Find E-23," he told me. When he did, I suddenly noticed that each box was marked with a single letter and numbers. When I looked at the clipboard, I realized that it was an inventory.
I searched for the item he was looking for as I walked through the rows of boxes.
Let's see... H-21: Joseph's Multi-colored coat? H-15: King Richard's shield. E-14: Ramses's scepter. H-01: The Ark of the Covenant?! I looked at Sol who was smiling at me and I realized I shouted it out loud. Blushing in embarrassment, a once again look at the inventory. Still, I was shocked by the revelation that the most prized Artifact was in this building.
E-17: Osiris's scepter. H-11: Excalibur? This is getting out of hand. Sighing, I continued. H-05: Book of Amun-Ra. E-23: Book of the Dead. I glanced at Sol who was skimming the boxes for the artifact.
"I'm surprised that you haven't got the Holy Grail yet," I joked. And his answer made me drop my smile.
"It's on display in the living quarters," he said nonchalantly. Sighing, I joined in the search.
"I noticed that you have no mummies around," I said. H-22: Poseidon's trident, I read the inventory to check the box.
"Just their sarcophaguses," he said. "I don't keep anything that has a chance of reviving and killing me." Good point. E-02: Salazar Slytherin's wand. This is a prize find. How did he get this? H-10: Rowena Ravenclaw's cloak? I had to ask.
"Is there by any chance that I can have item H-10?" Sol smiled as he looked at me.
"Maybe," he teased. I hate it when he does that. But he is so cute when he smiles teasingly at me.
"And I thought you don't believe in magic," I said as I continued to search for the box that contained the Book of the Dead.
"I stopped believing in magic long ago," he said sullenly. I felt the pain in his voice. The same pain that was in my heart when my mother died years ago.
Oh Mom. Why did you have to die? I really miss you. And I never told you how much that I... Something warm suddenly hugged me from behind derailing my current train of thoughts. And it's a good thing since I was prepared, nay, was on the verge on a total breakdown.
Slowly, I turned my head and found Sol's head buried on my shoulder. He was trying to steady his breath but the heat from his body was so comforting that I had forgotten what made me sad before.
"Can't breathe?" I asked him lamely. And he actually laughed. It was quite melodic and quite strained. "Are you alright?"
"Let's get the damn book and leave this hellhole," he said almost weakly. "There is too much pain in their room for me to bear." I rested my head on his and held his hands.
"You shouldn't bear the pain alone," I said sincerely. No one has to bear the pain alone. I did and it nearly ruined me. "Why do you?"
"Because I am alone," Sol said and released me from his embrace. Walking away, he came across a small box and wiped the dust from its cover.
"E-23," he said and lifted the box.
"You shouldn't be alone," I told him as I followed him out of his vault.
"Neither should you," he turned to face me and smiled. Smiling myself, I began to see him in a new light.
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End of 13
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A/n: the next few chapters will be in Luna's point of view until said otherwise.
My Lady, the pains of creation is diminished by the joys of appreciation. Let's do our best.
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Chapter XIII: The Vault
.
Sol seemed deep in thought as we entered the room. So deep in thought that he was unresponsive. Actually, he was real quiet. I didn't even have enough time to take a look at the displays as he walked past the displays to a door at the far end of the room.
When we reached the ornate, mahogany doors, I stopped to gaze at its splendor.
The right door had a carving of an angel as she readied her scythe for a blow from above. She was truly an angel by the way she was made. Her delicate frame was covered in a flowing cloth as she descended from the heavens. And when I saw her face...
Oh my GOD! That's me! There's no mistake about it. The angel has my face. And come to think of it, my exact body. How was this possible? My wings... I mean the angel's... four wings? A Cherubim? The wings, as I interpreted it, were slowing her descent.
It was her face that took me by surprise. She was a dead ringer for me. But her face was filled with sorrow that I had almost not recognized. It was the sorrow I felt when I lost my mother.
Mother. It had been so long that I have already forgotten what you looked like. And I am ashamed that I had forgotten the person I held dear to me.
My eyes slowly focused at the left door, and when it did, I saw something weird.
Another angel, or it seemed to be, was kneeling on the ground and had his arms open, as if welcoming the other angel even though she did not bring him good will.
This angel had three pairs of wings. A Seraphim. But could it be called a Seraphim of the middle wings were like that of a dragon's? As I looked at the male angel's face, I noticed that it has this serene smile as if everything in the world was whole. Something was bothering me about these carvings. It was like this scene was familiar in some way.
And I cannot remember where I saw such a drawing.
And the male angel's face was familiar and I can't place it. This was frustrating.
"What's in there?" I asked trying to get my mind out of the carvings. Sol only sighed and looked at me warningly.
"Do not touch anything inside," he said almost coolly. It was like he dreaded to be in that room for some reason that I cannot or did not see.
And I was too afraid to ask him.
Sol seemed to be always in composure and nothing seemed to have fazed him. Not even the Dark Mark. Although, him being muggle, I could call it ignorance in his part.
But he was reluctant to enter the room.
Finally, he took a deep breath and opened the door. He took a look at his clipboard and flipped a switch by the entrance and a small storage area was illuminated.
But to me, it looked like a small part of a warehouse. Boxes of all sizes were neatly piled and I had no idea what to look for. Sol handed me the clipboard and proceeded to sift through the boxes.
"Find E-23," he told me. When he did, I suddenly noticed that each box was marked with a single letter and numbers. When I looked at the clipboard, I realized that it was an inventory.
I searched for the item he was looking for as I walked through the rows of boxes.
Let's see... H-21: Joseph's Multi-colored coat? H-15: King Richard's shield. E-14: Ramses's scepter. H-01: The Ark of the Covenant?! I looked at Sol who was smiling at me and I realized I shouted it out loud. Blushing in embarrassment, a once again look at the inventory. Still, I was shocked by the revelation that the most prized Artifact was in this building.
E-17: Osiris's scepter. H-11: Excalibur? This is getting out of hand. Sighing, I continued. H-05: Book of Amun-Ra. E-23: Book of the Dead. I glanced at Sol who was skimming the boxes for the artifact.
"I'm surprised that you haven't got the Holy Grail yet," I joked. And his answer made me drop my smile.
"It's on display in the living quarters," he said nonchalantly. Sighing, I joined in the search.
"I noticed that you have no mummies around," I said. H-22: Poseidon's trident, I read the inventory to check the box.
"Just their sarcophaguses," he said. "I don't keep anything that has a chance of reviving and killing me." Good point. E-02: Salazar Slytherin's wand. This is a prize find. How did he get this? H-10: Rowena Ravenclaw's cloak? I had to ask.
"Is there by any chance that I can have item H-10?" Sol smiled as he looked at me.
"Maybe," he teased. I hate it when he does that. But he is so cute when he smiles teasingly at me.
"And I thought you don't believe in magic," I said as I continued to search for the box that contained the Book of the Dead.
"I stopped believing in magic long ago," he said sullenly. I felt the pain in his voice. The same pain that was in my heart when my mother died years ago.
Oh Mom. Why did you have to die? I really miss you. And I never told you how much that I... Something warm suddenly hugged me from behind derailing my current train of thoughts. And it's a good thing since I was prepared, nay, was on the verge on a total breakdown.
Slowly, I turned my head and found Sol's head buried on my shoulder. He was trying to steady his breath but the heat from his body was so comforting that I had forgotten what made me sad before.
"Can't breathe?" I asked him lamely. And he actually laughed. It was quite melodic and quite strained. "Are you alright?"
"Let's get the damn book and leave this hellhole," he said almost weakly. "There is too much pain in their room for me to bear." I rested my head on his and held his hands.
"You shouldn't bear the pain alone," I said sincerely. No one has to bear the pain alone. I did and it nearly ruined me. "Why do you?"
"Because I am alone," Sol said and released me from his embrace. Walking away, he came across a small box and wiped the dust from its cover.
"E-23," he said and lifted the box.
"You shouldn't be alone," I told him as I followed him out of his vault.
"Neither should you," he turned to face me and smiled. Smiling myself, I began to see him in a new light.
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End of 13
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A/n: the next few chapters will be in Luna's point of view until said otherwise.
My Lady, the pains of creation is diminished by the joys of appreciation. Let's do our best.