Chapter 3 – A historical incident
The sun had risen and Morroc had been exposed to it's heat, once again. Dane woke up and he stretched his arms up high. His hair was messy and there were little particles of sand in his blanket. Obviously, there was a strong wind during the night.
"Wilkren, wake up! It's nine o'clock and we still need to go to Mother Matilda," he said, in a loud, monotonous voice.
Wilkren stretched. He got up from his small yet comfortable bed. He fixed his red long hair then he organized his cart which contained four bottles of fresh water, some food, potions, solutions, test tubes and books. He put his wooden cart beside him.
"Dane, to tell you the truth, Mother Matilda is not here anymore. She could not be found anywhere in this town," Wilkren nervously said, thinking that Dane would do something unexpected.
"What did you say? What happened to her? I need to talk to her immediately. I need to ask her something!" Dane replied, with anger in his eyes.
"You see, two rogues attacked this town three years ago. They stole jewelry from the pawnshop, kidnapped the sons and daughters of rich men that lived here and put them up for ransom, and what's worse, they burnt the Morroc Palace. Then after a few weeks, the sultan of Morroc was found dead in his room,"
"What are you trying to tell me?" Dane asked.
"Townspeople believe that Mother Matilda was captured by those gangsters, and there is a possibility that she was kept by them in the Pyramids because it is suspected that those rogues were last seen going inside the Pyramids," Wilkren narrated.
Dane could not believe what he had heard. He needs to talk to her to ask about something. Something very important. He just couldn't bear that Mother Matilda was missing.. or worse, dead.
"I have decided, Wilkren. We shall go to the Pyramids next week, to check if Mother Matilda is still there," he said, it could be seen through his eyes that he was full of determination.
"B-but Dane! Once we enter the Pyramids, there is no assurance that we will get out! Horrible creatures reside in there, and we might be dead before we even find her!" Wilkren exclaimed, he was worried about what Dane said.
"If you won't go with me, fine then. I'll go by myself," Dane uttered, as he packed his clothes and necessities.
He was about to leave the inn when suddenly, he noticed that someone was following him. It was Wilkren.
"No, you couldn't go alone inside that dreaded place. I'd go with you," Wilkren said, as he smiled.
They walked, their shoes were filled with sand. They were about to enter the Pyramids when a guy who wore a long purple cloak, had bandages all over his body and a mask which covered the lower portion of his face came out from nowhere.
"Halt. You may not go in this sacred structure. Please turn back, if you wouldn't want to get hurt," the assassin said.
"Who told you that you could stop us from entering?" Dane said, filled with energy.
Wilkren looked at the stranger eye to eye. He knew that the stranger was ordered by the leader of the assassin clan to prohibit civilians to enter the Pyramids.
"You guys know what awful incident happened in Morroc three years ago, right? So I guess you know the reason why I am not allowing you to enter this place. Please, I am avoiding arguments. Just turn back,"
"No! We need to find Mother Matilda!" Dane exclaimed. He wished that the assassin would allow them to enter.
The assassin's expression suddenly changed from a determined person into a morbid one.
"Mother Matilda…" he sighed.
"What? What do you know about her?" Dane queried him.
The assassin said nothing. He removed the stones which hindered entry to the Pyramids. He looked at Dane and Wilkren, and he nodded.
"Let's go in," he calmly said.
"W-what? You mean you're letting us in?" Wilkren said, he was surprised by what he heard.
"Come on. Before I change my mind," the assassin impatiently said.
They entered the Pyramids. Dane and Wilkren did not know why the assassin suddenly permitted them to go in, nor how is he affiliated with Mother Matilda.
No one exactly knew what was in store for them in the Pyramids. Only time could tell.