The Worthless Servant Who Awakened the World Eater

Chapter 2: Secret Beneath the Western Wing

Elias put his bloody palm on this ancient symbol.

There was a lull for a while.

Then, all at once the stone in his hand shook, and down he looked to find his son.

The cutting marks were bordered with a thin red line, which spread out, like veins under light skin. The light had followed Elias's blood and lit up symbols which a couple of seconds before they had not been lit.

As he gazed at them, his heart was pounding.

“What are you?”

An idiotic question was posed in a disallowed quiet in the western wing.

The symbol didn't react with the other part of the equation.

A soft voice came up from behind the wall.

Blood remembers.

Elias stumbled away.

The only thing he could think of was to escape. The western wing was no-go to all the servants at the Veyron estate. Anyone who trespassed there could be beaten, put in prison or sent to harsher masters.

However, there were some alterations in the notations.

Lines creating shapes no longer recognizable and a symbol that looks like an eye in the middle of a circle. He could see three words in a language which he had never learnt in his mind.

But somehow he was familiar with them.

THE SEALED HEIR.

His mouth went dry.

He was for 17 years a worthless person. When he was a child he had met the tutors of the estate and they had decided that there was nothing magical about him. The servants were ill-displeased at him, and had known the truth beforehand.

Elias was powerless.

Which is why Kael was able to do so without fear of being attacked by others, that's how he or she was able to do so. This is one of the reasons for the overseers' decision to give him the most dangerous task. Hence he had to accept all punishment the Veyron family could deliver, to ensure the safety of Mira.

But what was in the stone that knew his blood, but didn't have any magic in it?

His knees were flexed and he was gazing down at his hand. If there was any blood seen on the stone, but no blood was found in the stones then it appears that the blood was absorbed by the stone or did not get very deep.

Afterwards, he touched the symbol once again.

Nothing happened.

Elias frowned.

Well, “please,” he said, in a little voice, and he felt silly. “If you know something, tell me something about me.

The stone remained mum.

A far-away bell chimed loudly throughout the estate.

Elias froze.

The evening inspection.

Soon, the guards were going to search the servant's rooms and storage areas then lock the corridors to the west. If he did get seen here, then it's nothing but a coincidence.

He looked in the direction of the door.

At that time there was a quiet time.

Do not leave.

Elias stopped.

His hands were in fists.

“Who are you?”

The height of the door is below your head.

He looked down.

The floor appeared to be a normal one and dust and cracked stones were present on the floor. All of the notes, however, were lit up, and thin, extending from the symbol to a part of the wall behind a knocked over wooden cabinet.

Running towards him was Elias.

He didn't know if it was a ploy or a chance at that. He didn't seem to be being courted with the opportunities, earlier.

He dispatched the Cabinet out of the way.

The stones behind the wall were darker than the other darker coloured part of the rock. The inner ring of a circular pit in the centre was definitely a symbol and like the one in the floor was symbolic in itself.

Elias placed his bloody hand to it.

The weather was still too cold for the stone.

He pressed harder.

Nothing.

He cursed out loud!

Perhaps it was a coincidence of the first reaction. Maybe it was some benign aspect of his blood, and he was expending valuable time on a futile curiosity.

He gazed down the hall.

There was a faint sound, some soldiers were coming towards the building.

The denting process was performed on the other foot of Elias' hand.

“Open!”

His fingers were filled with pain.

One drop of blood came out of the hole in his forehead, and fell into the circle.

The wall shuddered.

A noise of grinding could be heard in the chamber. The stone piece began to sink inwards and gradually began to move sideways along the ceiling and couldn't seem to be handled by any number of people.

Elias' face was covered and he went away.

A flight of steps was before them leading down to the darkness.

This caused an increase in the cold air below.

The smell was different; old ashes, wet dirt and some rusty metal.

Elias inserted his head into the night.

He needed to have called for assistance. That he should have gone back to the servants' quarters and pretended that nothing had occurred.

Instead, he found one of the fallen torches in the corridor, lit it with one of the burning lamps in the wall and went down.

The first, the second, the third, took him away from the familiar sounds of the estate, one by one.

On the steps below there was a room, surrounded by big columns. They had seen images of warriors, animals and men and women on their knees with their backs turned away from a large black sun.

Elias had never witnessed works of art like this.

The walls seemed to be as old as the Veyron farm. The portion of the carvings that were still intact had broken off at certain points and others were so sharp, that one could imagine that nothing could have marred the impression of time.

He climbed up to the nearest pillar.

He took one of these numbers and was interested in it.He was interested in one of these numbers.

In front of him was a man in a crown of flames and behind him was a giant monster with big jaws, waiting to eat the stars.

Under the carving, the text in the same enigmatic script was carved.

Elias did know but knew little bits.

The first flame is the consuming flame and the end is the first flame.

He stepped away.

Where is this?

His torch flickered.

The stone pedestal was at the end of the chamber.

It was adorned with a black crystal as big as a fist.

Smooth on its surface as none of the stones in the neighborhood. Covered with fine lace of silver, curling round and sparkling, it faded as if a distant lightning in the icy air.

Elias approached cautiously.

On entering the centre of the room, the crystal vibrated.

Once.

He stopped.

Then another one, even stronger than the first one.

The silver threads proliferated at a higher speed towards the middle of the crystal.

Elias fired his torch.

A second pulse was sent out of the crystal.

It was the first time in his life that he had touched it.

If he had tried to cast a shadow on the pedestal he wouldn't have been able to.

But, the object appeared to be aware of him.

His hand was burned and he felt the heat of the flames working its way through him.

Elias looked down.

They valiantly helped to stem the flow of blood. This was followed by a slight black line moving from the wound towards the wrist that then faded.

His stomach tightened.

“No,” he whispered.

He touched his tunic in a sense of rubbing his hands.

The mark vanished.

The crystal began to spin once again.

This time, it was a sound that emanated from it: a low vibration, as though it was a sound that passed through the floor, through his bones.

The teachers hooked Elias up outside the house.Elias was tested on the property by the teachers.Elias was tested as a child by the teachers.

He recalled the magical crystal that they had set in front of him.

He recalled that when it didn't go he heard giggling.

Worthless.

It's always been the word, Kael's, he has said, every year.

Almost all Elias had believed it.

But the crystal in front of him didn't need to be cast-on to it, it responded to him, and nothing magical or a spell was required, nothing but a touch.

He swallowed.

“Why me?”

The chamber didn't respond.

He ascended a few more steps on the steps of the pedestal.

The crystal brightened.

All of a sudden the pressure inside the room was just enough to have him onto one knee. Then his torch dropped from his hand, and rolled on the floor casting large and weirdly shaped shadows on the walls.

Elias gasped.

Then he suddenly saw something big on the other side of the crystal, in his eye.

Not a person.

Not an animal.

The little room was a box in a black unlimited space.

All around the perimeters a voice rang his mind.

At last.

Elias scrambled backward.

The pressure disappeared.

He was having irregular breathing.

He caught sight of the steps up to the steps.

He had to leave.

He was unsure of the contents of the crystal and did not wish to be the next in line.

Then he heard some footsteps approaching him from above.

The western wing was utilized, there is some evidence for this.

One of the guards yelled, "Examine all rooms. Master Kael is wondering who the intruder is, before night watch Commences.

Elias' blood froze.

They had found out that he was missing.

He took it up and climbed up the steps. But as he came to the first step, there came a loud crack behind his head.

He turned.

On the surface it was possible to see a thin fracture.

Black light was used to light it.

The silver threads swirled throughout the crystal, as Elias was bled out at his hand.

Again the voice called out: "It was as easy to hear as before.

Blood of the lost.

Elias couldn't move.

Sealed heir's blood.

All the flames died out in the chamber as the black crystal was too strong.

Darkness swallowed him.

As they approached closer and closer there was an increase in the number of footfalls above.

The other one was from the bottom of the room and Elias had taken the stairs to himself.

Come closer.

He backed away.

“No.”

It laughed an echoing laugh at the crystal.

Another large object crashed through another shut door, well below Veyron's back yard.

The whole room was trembling with the shaking.

There was dust in the air.

ELIAS his heart was beating his chest in the dark, nothing could be seen.

So he went out to find a means to escape from his miserable life.

He was now scared, he brought forth something that he shouldn't have brought forth.

It was something that knew his blood, though.

The guards came to the concealed door on top of him.

Here, here, said a lot of things, someone shouted.

Elias was standing next to the vibrating crystal.

He only had 2 seconds to make a decision.

Be picked up by Sprint and be captured or be in the shadow and be the heir of the one who spoke to him.

The crystal lit up once again.

This time it was the Man's voice that Elias heard.

Don't be taken aback by them.