The Crystal Crux: Blue Grotto by Allen Werner

Author:Allen Werner [Werner, Allen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-11-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19 – Purity

“What the fuck are you waiting for?” Rugerius barked, rousing the daydreaming magician from his obvious stupor.

The giant chastised himself immediately. It was completely unprofessional to fantasize, to be so double-minded, triple-minded in the heat of his work. All these distractions were a nuisance.

“Fuck them all,” he whispered to the Stone which he held on the raw nubby tips of his large left hand. “Fuck them all.”

Anthea’s face was glowing, her mind already absent, absorbed by the Stone.

Incensed, not even taking a moment to observe and heed what was occurring between Anthea and the Crystal, Sinibaldus reached out with his free hand and washed over the skin of the Stone effectively extinguishing the flame, silencing the gentle light.

No longer glowing or entranced by the flame, Anthea immediately jumped back, shuddering and jerking in the stone chair. “No.”

Sinibaldus wasn’t sure what to make of that and yet, he didn’t care. ‘Fuck her and fuck Rugerius. Fuck them all. I’m going to do my duty and get the fuck out of here. I’m tired of this.’

Sinibaldus’ focus was back, fully motivated to complete this pitiful project and return to more important matters. And although he wasn’t in the mood for performing any of his common theatrics, the mystery of the Bellerophon Crystal demanded he do it. It required sensationalism. Besides, the actions were ingrained in the magician’s psyche, nearly involuntary.

Closing his eyes, Sinibaldus began to chant in a low, guttural voice, intoning in French, wholly mindful that none of the ears currently occupying the grotto understood the language, his native tongue. His black cape began to breath, inflating and deflating as his hips gyrated in an eerie spherical motion. His right hand shot out away from him. It returned in an unusual and abnormal manner, the wrinkled fingers dancing hypnotically through the suggestive blue air, commanding invisible forces from unseen worlds to come forward and make their presence known.

The tone of the giant’s incantations gradually swelled until at last they reached their zenith. “Anthea Manikos,” Sinibaldus reared up and roared. “Behold the fire!” He snapped his fingers and the Bellerophon Crystal lit back to life, this time with spellbinding intensity. Loud rays of blinding light reached out in every direction filling the entire grotto with a vivid, twirling kaleidoscope of colors, the subtle blue hues of the trapped waters shamed into obscurity by the magnificence.

One powerful beam of pure white light being generated by the Crystal shot directly into the space between Anthea’s eyes, above the bridge of her nose. The intensity snatched her face, tearing through her skin and mind, forcibly removing her thoughts from her head.

Anthea could not move. Her teeth chattered and her grey-green eyes froze in place, open as wide as humanly possible. The drain against her startled spirit hurt more than the lustful twisting of her left breast by Rugerius Fabbro’s filthy hand. She screamed!

Recollections rushed haphazardly from her mind into the Stone. There were huge memories, wonderful memories, terrible memories, and small ones. Some were old and others were new.

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