chapter 15

The door opened to a mystical symbolic spacious interior, ancient architected temple.

It was vast and sublime, beautifully rustic.

It had the patterns of some beautiful memories been carved.

But the beauty was compromised by undue damage to the white pillars and highly carved walls.

It seemed as if someone dwells there, something so unsophisticated. The air seemed to have a smell of something rotten around.

The flute voice seemed to be playing from nearer now, s if it had called them over there.

Suddenly the ground beneath them moved gigantically, throwing them to their feet almost.

Suddenly Murphy realized that she was out of the Teressa body. She saw her face for the first time.

That elegant blue gowned girl was so beautiful, her eyes shone so brightly. That royal look on her face was so difficult to go unnoticed. She seemed to be at the epitome of beauty.

Murphy couldn’t move her eyes off her.

The floor went calm and stopped moving.

Teressa rose from the floor and was still under the spell of the bewitching flute. She stood there gazing at the temple and waiting for something as promised.

The floor underneath started vibrating now, something deep down, the vibration gave the sense of the depth of the temple, it seemed a huge empire beneath.

But there wasn’t any clue about the residents of the empire. That was what kept Murphy in uncertainty.

To add horror to their uncertainty, the door on the opposite side of the temple was broke open by a raging creature, a huge, gigantic deadly serpent.

Suddenly the flute stopped playing. . . .

The unnatural soothing air was no more, terror ran down their spine, face turned pale as blood rushed away from it.

They screamed with terror, petrified at the sight of everything changing, the marvelous temple seemed like a tomb now. It wasn’t glorious anymore, it seemed deadly.

It seemed as if the grave was calling the living.

Murphy turned around to see the exit to run out. The screams of Teressa were maddening in the deadly air.

She could see some shadow of a person, an armored person, hiding behind a white pillar, she wished to run away through the exit, her planned were delayed by a grave voice,

He showed his presence by moving aside a little, his lips were writhed in a horrid grin, that stare in his eyes behind a masked armor, seemed like a haunting soul.

The serpent responded in a sibilant hiss and leaped towards them in the deadliest move that would freeze anyone in the air.

“Runnnnn! Teressa! RUNNN!”, Murphy screamed.

Teressa stood there petrified, looking at him to arrive. They were hopeless against the power and uncooperative creature.

Naag the serpent started to reveal wholly through the big circular door as if it were designed for it, it turned out to be a long, huge and disgusting.

It couldn’t wait any longer for the task to be finished. With a swift movement of its heavy, hairy tapered tail, it took hold of the Teressa so tightly that she couldn’t move but scream atop her voice.

‘Helpppppp’

Murphy leaped forward to grab something to hit the creature, she ran towards the statue holding spear. She held out her hand to grab it. 

She wasn’t able to hold it, she was invisible, she couldn’t do anything. She wasn’t in the material form there, she was of no use there. She couldn’t do anything. 

Running back towards Teressa, she couldn’t leave alone.

The serpent took a long pause after getting done with everything, it swiftly moved its head towards Murphy, looking at her, into her eyes.

She could feel the blood draining away from her face, her blood ran cold, she couldn’t move her eyes away from the luring creature, meanwhile, the shrieks of Teressa were making the pain grow double.

She started to feel the pain in her chest, the creature stood and moved closer to her.

“You have started to learn too much. And it’s not better for the knowledge bearer”, a deadly hiss reached her ears, “You better have run, for your destiny is no far away. Better stay out and unconcerned”.

And the serpent rose high in the air like a cyclone and was ready to befall on Teressa like a thunderbolt. Murphy shrank with bated breath, as she shrieked with pain like a soul in hell, she could feel her heart speared away! Bleeding out.

. . . . . 

‘Heeeelppppppp. . . .’. Sam bellowed worriedly.

Murphy opened her eyes, fighting off Sam and struggling to relieve herself, she leaned forward with a gaping mouth.

She was panting badly, sweating away. People around her were way too worried to see her, offering help to them.

Sam held her trembling body in his arms and tried to make her feel secured.

She held her arm, she didn’t want to let go of him, didn’t want to be alone anymore again.

He thanked and asked the people around to leave because she was very much in conscious now.

“What happened? Tell it to me now”, he asked tersely, “what is scaring you away?”.

“What did you see?”, he asked in prevailing suspense, “Did the white stallion make in time?”.

Her voice was trembling and her eyes were pouring floods of tears, as she managed to make a sentence out of the devastation inside her mind, “They are killing her”.

But?

She shook a leaf at what Sam said. How come he knows about the Stallions?

She couldn’t understand anything anymore, she thought her head is gonna burst now.

All she managed was to say, “How do you know Sam?”.

She was still astonished by the thought of it, was there something that she didn’t know?

Sam took a brief pause before explaining,

“You were muttering about White and Black stallions last time when you dreamed while fainting”, he said abruptly, “I thought you saw the same this time too”.

She remembered that she was muttering something when she woke up from that nightmare last time.

She burst into tears again and couldn’t say anything else.

Sam took her hand and tried to calm her down, he decided not to ask anything else here, because she was getting harder to calm down. He had all reasons to get scared this time.

“We’ll talk about this later”, he added calmingly , “We are almost there at the station, Nanny has done arrangements for our travel to her home”.

He sat beside her for rest of the travel and they both stared out of the window blankly, thinking about what unearth like fate they are going through?

What is it that is strongly committed than death itself.