This is probably my “pet project” if I had one. I wrote this a LONG time ago, but lost the first two pages of it. Recently I re-wrote them, but I wrote them on paper, not the computer. So the other day I put it on the computer!
He sighed. “It’s time.”
He opened his eyes, but nothing changed. He saw nothing. He took a small step forward, and a dim light turned on, just enough for him to make out the room. He was in a stone chamber with no way in, no way out. He checked a small compass he had with him.
“West wall. That way.”
He strode over to the wall, then, in a pre-meditated motion, touched it in three distinct spots. The wall lit up suddenly, but only for a second. It went back to being a stone wall, all but for the words: ‘Erta, Septerta. 110578439247. He rummaged through his backpack for a pen and piece of paper. He found them, then wrote down the number. He didn’t write down the ‘Erta, Septerta’, for he knew that that roughly meant ‘Enter, when Entered.’. As soon as he had written this, the pen vanished into a puff of blue smoke. It’s duty had been done. The pen had been given to him by his father, who was given it by his father, who was given it by his father, and on and on, so far back, he didn’t know. He then put the paper back in his pack. The glowing on the wall had now gone away.
But now he really needed some light in here. On the ground there was a torch. For some reason he didn’t find it strange that the torch was standing up, by itself, on the stone floor. As he walked towards it, he stumbled as he tripped on a wire, one of the many strewn about the room. It must have just been luck, or destiny, that he hadn’t already tripped on any. As he fell forward, his arms shot out and groped around for something he could cling to to break his fall. His hands found the torch. His weight went on it and it gave way. After he had recovered, he saw in dismay that it wasn’t a torch, it was a lever with a handle of emerald. He darkness had deceived his eyes. But he looked past it a bit and found another with a blue handle.
“Of course I had to fall onto the wrong one.” He muttered.
His weight had pulled it, and, along with the tripwire, triggered the first trap. He had heard of these traps, but nothing about where they were or how they were triggered. Nor how to stop them. He looked around and saw that the ceiling was slowly lowering. He then quickly found the wall again, put his hand against t, and walked briskly along the edge. Finally he found what he was looking for; two small cracks about five feet apart. They were the only things marking the door out of this death trap. He searched for anything he could do to open the door, but found nothing. He sighed as he opened a small pouch at his side and dumped the contents onto the floor. Inside it had been seven smooth white stones.
He arranged them in a pattern o the floor. A flash of light filled the room, and he picked up a semi-liquid pitch black mass and pressed it against the door. It was absorbed, after a second, by the rough-hewn rock. He, again, made a symbol on the ground, this one different. A flash again filled the room, and this time produced another blob, similar to the black one in all respects but two. The first, this one was white, and, two, whereas the black one seemed to deprive the area around it of light, this one seemed almost to glow. He pressed it against the door, but it didn’t sink in. The ceiling crept closer and closer. Again and again he tried, and at last it worked. A second later the entire door exploded. The stones he had used were a gift from his relatives before he left. He had been trained to sue them during his stay at his school. His school was one of the most reputed schools in the country for the use of Bend-Stones, as they were called.
They had been discovered by a scientist, a Dr. Alexander Grun, late into the second age. He had cut out a few samples of a rock from a meteorite that had landed shortly before. After tasting them, he found that seven pieces could be placed in different formations to give out a glop that had the characteristics of different things (most of which were elements). There was electricity, fire, wood, water, light, dark, and many more. Eventually life and death were discovered. It was then found out – rather accidentally – that if two opposite elemental glops came in contact with each other, an explosion would take place, the most powerful of which was life and death. Its explosions could destroy almost anything. The stones were analyzed, and reproduced. That is when schools specifically teaching the arts came about. He had been given admittance willingly, for he was the One, and must be taught the arts of life and death, along with basic training in all the others.
The other opposite, of course, could do this as well, but it was hardly as cataclysmic. For example, students from a school that studied Electricity and Wood could only destroy metal. He stepped through the opening, wary for any danger. Finding none, he continued.
Pain surged though his body. His eyes, wide with terror, saw another bold of electricity come towards him. There was no stopping it.
As soon as he had stepped into the chamber, a crackling had started. From nowhere, a bold of blue energy came, stopping him in his tracks and paralyzing his senses, but not enough to numb the pain.
“What are you doing here?” A computerized voice questioned. Struggling through the pain, the stated: “I have been sent to complete the End Play.” Inside, we wondered how long ago the system must have been installed. Most EIS (Electronic Intelligence Systems) had been destroyed at the end of the 3rd Age, more than 500 years ago. The government had said something about making changes for going into the 4th Age. That fooled no one. Everyone knew the government had begun to feel that the EIS were growing too intelligent. He finished saying what he was doing there, and the EIS responded by stopping the electricity.
“End…Play…… Yes. My job was to guard the centre from unwanted people. But….you….Yes, you are the one called to this duty. And as my job is, or was, I will let you pass. You are not far now. I will open this door for you,” A door opened to the left as it said so, “And to pass through the last door you must enter the paper with the number on it into the slot in the wall. You do have it, I assume?”
“Thank you.” He said while walking towards the door.
“It is my duty. Oh…and, I apologize for electrocuting you earlier. It was…standard procedure.”
He looked around, and for the first time noticed several bodies strewn on the floor.
“They were…not the one.” The EIS concluded.
He walked through the doorway into a small room. He pulled out the paper, and, locating the slit in the wall, slipped it through. The door slid open upwards. The room, just looking through the doorway, was dark. When he walked into the room, however, it lit up. This room was much different than the others. It had plain, smooth, white walls, and was completely bare except an engine surrounded by a shaft of glass, located in the centre. He walked up to it.
“It’s time.” He said again, but for the last time, as he threw open the door in the shaft. His body was consumed by the machine. But it could not take it. It exploded.
The end of the world had begun.
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