AngelFall Book IV - A Novel of Hell (The AngelFall Series 4) by S.E. Foulk

Author:S.E. Foulk [Foulk, S.E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-12-01T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 85

The Travels of Barak

Barak stood quietly, afraid to make any motion until, to his great relief, he was able to discern he was alone. He was covered by a cloth that draped over him, obstructing his vision, the flat surface of a mirror behind him. He pushed off the cloth, and saw he was in a dimly lit room, empty except for many large tomes that lay on thickly crafted wooden tables and in piles on the stone floor. The cloth was a cover that hung down, and it floated and spread back across the mirror, exactly like the one he found in the forbidden area cave. He had been transported, and his hypothesis was correct. The mirror, like that of Minos, was a portal.

Barak had entered the forbidden area cave, against the wishes of the centaurs who were assigned to be his chaperones. Once inside, the curious youth, the most inquisitive student of his mentor, the Chronicler, was drawn almost immediately to the mirror, hidden under a similar cloth like this one. Barak had thought about the mirror in the Hall of Minos ever since he was sentenced to Limbo. Once, for a few minutes, he had been able to read about these mirrors, called teleportation glasses, but the Chronicler had caught him red-handed, and secured his books with a spell. Barak had never again been able to even open the tomes. This new chance to study the mirrors had excited him beyond reason, but he did not consider he would be teleported again. Now the curious youth was somewhere in Hell unknown to him, and that could mean trouble. Terrible trouble.

There was no smell of outer Hell, and in fact it was quite clean, cool and fresh, as if he was living high on a mountain in spring time. A rounded doorway was to his right, and many piles of books with strange glyphs inscribed on them blocked his movement directly from the mirror to the door. This was a storage room, but where was he?

There was light, and the scent of something he had not smelled in ages…flowers. The scent was faint, but definitely present. Barak stepped over the books, toppling a precariously stacked pile. The books were old and soft, and the noise was minimal, to his great relief. He pushed over another pile, and clambered across the littered floor, making his way toward the door. Under the door, a sliver of light revealed a well lit outside. Barak opened it, ever so slightly, peeking out and trying to make sense of his surroundings. A wide, brightly lit hallway, with an unusually high ceiling revealed itself slowly as he inched open the door a sliver at a time. He did this until he could stick out his head, and then he cautiously surveyed the outside. The ceiling looked as if it were a smoothed out cavern, dotted with thousands of lightstones like those he had seen in the hallway under the cottage of Clavius, only brighter.

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