I’ve recycled one of my older illustrations on this one, since I’m kind of on vacation. The original story, which is very different, can be read here: Knossos
They stood in silence. They had lost the rest of the group in the darkness. They had been walking through the tunnels for a long time.
They could hear the loud brawl from somewhere down the halls, echoing between the walls. It was coming closer, from all sides at once.
We need to get out of here! Derkylos’ voice trembled.
There is no way out, Melegros answered, resigned. We’re lost. He was holding Alcmene’s hand.
The brawl came closer. A scream. One of the girls. Another. Then a boy.
Come on, we have to get out of here! Alcmene pulled Melegros up on his feet. The three of them ran down a staircase, passed a corner. The screams continued.
A light. Somewhere down the hallway they saw a little light in the tunnel.
Run! We can make it!
Melegros stopped. That’s not daylight.
They were eyes… (more)
The two children stood paralysed, staring at the hole in the wall. The dark smell of rot filling the room was unbearable. Between the bones a scull stared up at them, as if it was judging them for breaking the rules. Another stared into the darkness behind, into nothingness.
The front door opened downstairs.
Children! I’m home!
Carrie and James looked at each other. At the door. At the hole in the wall…. (more)
He took a step down the slippery stairway. The scarce light from the tomb entrance made his trained eyes capable of seeing the steps going down into the darkness. Nothing more. A vast blackness in front was all there was.
Somewhere down there was the tomb of Ack Asamrk, the leader of the once so powerful Ingran Kuthu empire. Where there was power, there was wealth.
At the end of the stairway Gardahr saw the shining wet dirt floor. He took anther step. The floor moved. He pulled his sword. A hiss from behind.
A head came shooting towards him…
He’s older than the mountains, older than the sea. One foot goes deep down in the ocean bed, the other … More