As the mist touched the creature, it slowly moved, coming to life before their very eyes. Stretching out its long arms, chucks of stone fell off, turning to dust before it even touched the ground. The more it stretched, the more blue almost black skin was revealed. The odd shaped hands became two clawed hands, its feet were also clawed, but the tips were an orange-y red colour. There was one red bat like wing that was fluttering, blowing dust and bits of rock at the group. The horned head stared at them with intelligent eyes. It opened its mouth, showing off impressive sharp teeth.

"Fru yna oui. Fro tu oui caag so sycdan?" its voice was rough, but demanding.

"What is that thing?" the Ministry worker asked.

"A Spellspinner called Daeva." The Unspeakable answered, pushing the group behind him, as if to protect the group. Before they had time to argue the Daeva was attacking. The Unspeakable blocked the rapid powerful punches; as quickly as it attacked the Daeva backed off, raised its right arm and waited. Small spheres of red light stated to form around the raised arm, the temperature slowly increasing. The Unspeakable wasted no time, he threw his coat off showing the strange black clothes he wore and bright spiky blonde hair that seemed to defy gravity. On his back was a sword that seemed too big for someone of his slim frame. Lifting the sword the unspeakable rushed to creature, lifting it high and bringing it down in quick sessions, slashing it's chest and drawing black blood.

But the Daeva wasn't going to let them pass that easily. It bought its hand down in a slashing movement, the small red orbs quickly moving towards the shocked group of wizards. Not wasting a moment the Unspeakable raised his right wrist up, his sleeve fell down to show a bangle with multiple coloured spheres resting in it. A pale green sphere glowed seconds before the red spheres were about to hit. They stopped millimetres away form the group, hitting a green shield.

"Don't move" the Unspeakable ordered the wizards. They were too shocked to put up a fight. After making sure they wouldn't kill themselves the Unspeakable run towards the Daeva, the point of the sword level to where a heart would be. A sphere that rested on the handle of the sword shinned a pale blue and what looked like ice flowed out of the sword and into the creature. The creature let out a wail of great pain and in a last resort gathered all its energy into one final attack. The red spheres were a lot brighter then the first time they appeared. Not wasting anymore time the Daeva fired the spheres towards the Unspeakable. He jumped to the left and watched as they hit the stone wall. The Daeva let out an angry roar and dissolved into pale yellow orbs, which quickly faded away. As the last orb faded the door slowly started to open, the smell of dust quickly filling the room they were standing in.

"Hurry up, there might be more around." They shoot a look at each other and it was the Ministry worker who looked away first and ran through the door after the Unspeakable. As they passed through the door they were quick to notice that there were more of the lazy moving orbs around, lighting their way. The tunnel they were now in was bigger then the last. It was impossible to see the roof of the tunnel or the sides, all they could see was a thick black mass that seemed to be moving. One of the orbs moved towards the left side of the tunnel, showing them all what the tunnel was covered by.

Faces. Human faces; some looked like they were asleep, others were in pain but most were just skulls. Each face was attached to a body, but unlike the faces each body was still human, each one looking like it was dancing. The ages of the bodies ranged form small children to old men and women. They were a perfect contrast to the faces. The only person who was unaffected by this display was the Unspeakable, who stopped to look at a few before moving on.

"I don't think anything else this cave throws at us will shock me anymore." Charlie told his brother, not bothering to lower his voice, wanting some sound to make it less eerie.

"Look at how heartless they are." The Ministry worker said aloud.

"Who?" asked Bill

"Dumbledore and the Unspeakable. They don't' look bothered by the faces. How can that not affect anyone?" He replied; a sad tone in his voice when he looked at the horror on the walls.

"It's too quite down here, it's giving me the creeps." Bill whispered. As if a higher being heard him, a slow sad song started to fill the air.

"Ieyui

Nobomenu

Renmiri

Yojuyogo"

The song was made up of few words but each word was drawled out. At first it seemed to be sang by just women, but it began to repeat itself and it seemed that men joined into the song as well. There was a brief pass before it started again, this time sang just by men.

"Hasatekanae

Khutamae"

The song carried on playing, each time the same as the one before. After it played a few times the Unspeakable shocked them yet again by joining in. His voice was strong and sure, as if he had sang it hundreds of time. The group of wizards felt like they were in a daze, no longer caring where they were going and forgetting why they where in that tunnel. They just followed the sweet voices, not wanting to loss them. They fell more into the spell being wrapped around them after the person leading them started to sing in a language that they could understand.

"Pray

Saviour

Dream

Child of Prayer

Forever and ever

Bring us peace"

They forgot about all their problems and just listened. They forgot how many times the song was sung to them and what way they were going. If you asked them what had happen to them down in that tunnel no one would be able to answer. No one but the Unspeakable that is.

As the song slowly faded out they found themselves in font of a large door. It was made of a white wood that glowed happily in the dark tunnel, no orbs followed them down his far. Roots dug their way form the door into the rocks, showing that the door was some how alive. The door was covered in images of creatures, some beautiful and others not; each image had a sliver lining. There was no handle to open the door but slowly words started to appear at eye level. There was a large chunk missing half way though what ever was written. The Unspeakable looked quickly at the door before a smile started to grow, it was then that they noticed the unnatural green-y blue colour of his eyes.

"Yojuyogo, Child of Prayer." He said in a loud clear voice.

Slowly the door started to open, a bright light blinding them.

There, Chapter eleven finished. Now I should really start to read Plato's The Republic so I don't fail my Philosophy exam. Please review, they keep my sane from all my studying.

Oh, and the song is "Hymn of the Fayth" from Final Fantasy 10.