Nocsaal passed a clawed hand over the reflectant surface of the pool. A slight ripple formed, spreading to the edges of the murky green water, bringing a new appearance to the mysterious liquid. The pool’s surface no longer reflected the bare cavern walls, but showed a mighty labyrinth, its darkened corridors stretching as far as the eye could see before fading in the swirling mists.
An evil cackle left his dry lips, as he waved his clawed hand once more over the waters.
A few tiny figures could be seen meandering through the maze of stone, some grasping candles and torches for what little light they offered. A few lost souls sobbed gently in desperation, as after hours spent walking they realised they had turned a full circle.
One figure was on a dark mount, which strode majestically onward obeying his master’s orders. The figure stopped suddenly, and dismounted his steed.
`Nightwing, do your work`
Chuckled the figure as he traced his a finger along one of the stone walls. There was a small click, followed by a low rumbling as the wall slowly swung outward, revealing a secret corridor, its entrance still concealed by shadow. His master walked through, before the massive walls sealed themselves again, leaving not a trace of the opening. Nightwing snorted angrily, before striding onward through the corridors ready to attack anyone she saw.
`Hmm… interesting.` Mused Nocsaal, tapping his mighty green staff against the floor.
`It seems these people show some potential for my way of thinking after all.`
‘I have sensed many have already discovered the secret of the labyrinth, the entrance shall be closed.’ Nocsaal thought, as he murmured something in an ancient tongue.
Many oceans away in the town of Jhelom a young boy was hiding in an old burial house, deep within the town cemetery. He was hiding from his schoolmaster, as he had done many times. The suspicious old man would never search for him here.
The boy could scarce believe his eyes when a skeletal body chained to a post nearby broke from its bindings and clattered to the floor. The bones crumbled to dust, the chains disappeared and the timber post that had secured them exploded into a cloud of wooden splinters. The remains were quickly scattered by the wind which sucked through the tomb with an eerie wail.
The boy was already running at full pace in terror, not only would he never visit this place again, but he would never again miss a day of school in his life.
Nocsaal grinned, and an expanse of yellowish teeth reflected back at him.
`Excellent. I feed off their frustrations, their anger is my blood. The task at hand was mere child’s play, those who have succeeded so far shall now be tested properly, no fools shall be permitted into my home.`
He spoke softly to the staff he gripped so tightly as if it were alive.
Legends
