Chapter 70: The Five

Nevaeh took in a shaky breath as she stood before the dark and eery looking cave. The thick vines covering its entrance indicated no one had ventured in for a very long time, and heavy webs of spiders interwoven with it affirmed it. 

She was panting from the race, and she needed to hide. Looking back to where she had come from, she realized she was a long way from home and she had been warned never to come this far most especially close to the caves in the woods. Her heart skipped when she heard the approaching steps, the giggles and the call of her name coming from behind her. She wasn't about to lose this round. 

Her eyes darted around to find another suitable place to hide but there was none. She glanced back at the cave and her mind hesitated to have her go in. She looked behind her and sighed. Her grandmother could yell after this, but now she just had to win.

This wasn't the games girls her age indulged in her grandmother had said, but she didn't know the other kinds of games girls her age played. She didn't even know other girls her age other than her friend and handmaiden, Aryeth, and winning this game was her opportunity to do so. Aryeth had wagered and promised to help her sneak out if she won.

She picked up her gown as she hurried towards the entrance of the cave. She pushed open the vines and made a small space for her to slip through before adjusting it so it wouldn't be noticeable. She winced when the spikes on the vines cut her finger. She sucked on it to stop the bleeding.

Her nose wrenched when the unpleasant smell of dust and everything abandoned wafted through her nose. She covered her nose to stifle her sneeze. The place was cold and darker than she had imagined, and her brows narrowed at how eery it felt. Maybe it wasn't a great idea hiding there.

Her grandmother had warned them not to wander away from the house. And had especially told her to stay away from the woods, but she couldn't help it at the moment.

She removed the cobwebs hovering over her face as she craned her neck to see if Aryeth was coming. Her heart thumped excitedly when she saw her drawing near. 

She was going to win this round of the game and that meant there wouldn't be any training or etiquette classes for the rest of the day. She would sneak into the town while Aryeth, her handmaiden, took her place in the mansor, feigning sickness.

She couldn't wait!. 

With her back to the cave, she retreated inside when she drew closer to the cave. A light giggle escaped her mouth when Aryeth began to call out her name with a hint of worry.

"Haniel!"

She could call all she wants, but she was going to be victorious.

She took another step deeper into the cave but she suddenly stiffened when she stepped on a rock and it sank into the ground. She jolted when she heard rumbling sounds and the next second a huge rock slid down the top of the cave and shut its entrance, trapping her in.

"No!" She screamed and dashed towards the entrance and with all her strength she pushed it but it didn't budge. Her heart raced heavily. 

She was trapped! 

"Aryeth!" She screamed as she kept pushing and kicking. She pressed her ear against the large but she couldn't hear anything from the other side.

Her breath hitched when she heard another sound behind her, and like a mummified corpse she turned around, but the place was pitch dark. 

She snapped her fingers but only a small spark emanated before it died down. This was when she wished she had taken her grandmother's training seriously. She tried again and this time a wisp of light sprung forth from her fingers, but it still wasn't enough to light up the place. She gazed ahead but she could barely see. All around her were dark shadows and she trembled with fear.

The longer she stood there, her breath became cold and heavy. She focused her eyes ahead of her and that was when she caught sight of a high shaped stone in front of her. It was in the very heart of the cave. 

'What was that?' Her heart thumped loudly, she could feel its reverberating sound in her ears. She took a cautious step forward while her eyes kept darting around with fear.

She froze when she got a clearer view of it. 

A coffin?

A stoned coffin, chained on all sides and its top.

She gulped and gripped the side of her gown with her right hand as she took cautionary steps towards it. What was a coffin doing here? Did this mean the cave was some sort of tomb? 

Her eyes darted around the cave in search of anything else but there was none.

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Alarm bells rang in her head as she drew closer to it. There were engravings on it.

She looked at the engravings on top of it and traced them with her hand.

'A darkness of the five. A rise of one is the rise of all.' Her lips muttered the words.

'The five.' She wondered why it sounded so familiar. The words were written in the ancient witches language. It could only mean whatever was in there was caged by the witches and the chains were spelled. 

She winced when the coarse surface of the stone rubbed against the cut on her finger thereby smearing the surface with her blood.

Nevaeh gasped and stumbled back when a gold bright light suddenly began to emanate from the place she had touched and the engravings, and the chains began to shake while the coffin trembled and its sound filled the cave. 

What was going on?! 

She fell to the floor when the chain broke and shattered, and the whole room lit up. Her eyes widened in horror as the coffin slowly opened on its own accord. 

This couldn't be good! Has she just freed whatever was locked in there? Whatever was locked in there couldn't be good. But how has she unlocked it?

Her eyes darted around in horror in search of an escape route. Her curiosity was the cause for this. 

She scrambled off the ground and jerked to her feet when a black smoke emanated from the coffin and twirled on the ground. Nevaeh felt her heart leap off her chest at the sight of it, but she suddenly felt frozen in space when the cloud disappeared and a man formed in front of her. 

Nevaeh could feel the beats of her heart tremble to her fingertips as she trifled him with her eyes. His eyes were black and bleak, and the aura around him was stifling. 

She retreated when he turned towards her and his obsidian eyes were locked on her. 

She hitched when he looked her over and his face turned into a deep and frightening frown.

"Witch, what did you do?" 

Nevaeh stirred up from her sleep when she felt someone call her name, and slightly nudge her. Her eyes looked at the white ceiling above her as she tried to calm her breath. 

What sort of dream was that?

"Madam." She snapped her neck to the side and her eyes darted towards the source of the voice. She was surprised to see a maid standing by her side. She must have woken her. Why did she do that? She had just been having a weird dream about Dale. 

Dale! Was he back? Her heart skipped at that thought. She jerked up from the bed.

"My husband, is he back?" She asked as she tried to hide the anxiety in her eyes.

"No, but there's someone here to see you." The girl politely informed her.

A slight frown creased Nevaeh's brows. She looked at the time, it has been hours. He still wasn't back?

But wait, someone was here to see her? Who? 

She glanced at the girl and asked. "Who?"

"Your sister, madam."

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