A free read for my distracted readers today: Chapter 14 from my first time-travel story Gate Deadlock #1
‘Free rope!’ I shouted after I had put my
feet on the ground and released the ascender, unhooking it from my safety belt.
I felt hot although it was only 14ºC inside the cave, and my cheeks were
burning with excitement. Stratos was right. Ascending was much more difficult
than descending, but the right equipment and guidance by an expert like him,
had made things much easier. I had copied his every movement, followed his
instructions step by step, and I finally made it through.
Stratos looked at
me concerned as he asked ‘Was it that bad?’
‘No. It was
great!’ I replied, apparently excited but making an effort to control my voice,
as I was still out of breath. Ascending wasn’t the best thing I could do to my
still sensitive spine. My back was sending me warning signs. Stratos shook his
head meditatively, obviously concerned about me.
‘You should take
some rest until the others join us. I’ll check on Nick.’ he said, heading to
the edge of the precipice.
I was leaning
with my back against the cave wall. I let myself slide down slowly until I felt
the hard bottom of the cave. I curled with my head on my knees, my arms
embracing my legs. All we had to do now was walk for about five kilometers to
the exit of the cave. It was a magnificent spectacle, a path among snow-white
stalactites, carved by water flows in past geological periods, thousands of
years ago.
I opened my
backpack and took out the small box of painkillers that had been my permanent
companions ever since the accident. I took a couple of them and swallowed them
quickly with the help of the cool water I was carrying in my thermos. It was a
good thing Stratos did not notice that. The last thing I needed now was to
attract their attention, to look helpless and weak. The plan was to make them
believe I was capable of taking care of myself, even a little edgy when they
offered to help me, so that it would be easier to carry out Plato’s orders.
Nick looked
really excited when his face popped out from the gap on the cave surface. For
amateurs, we had both done really well. Stratos and Panos were experienced
cavers and had been extremely eager to induce us to the thrill of cave
exploration. This specific expedition was especially thrilling as the cave had
been restricted area for the last ten years and its exploration required
special permission by the authorities. But that was the point, to attract
attention. Not the local authorities’ attention of course. We had decided to
take our chances instead of waiting for months for permission to explore the
cave. My companions had been highly enthusiastic about it from the very first
moment.
Half an hour
later, we started our journey back. We found the opening that had amazed me
when we were looking for the precipice. A natural monument, a creation of time,
water and rock. A magical, mystical place that had given birth to legends of
gods, heroes, fairies and nymphs. The natural decoration was astounding. White
stalactites were hanging from the ceiling and either united in magnificent
pillars with their other half that was uplifting from the bottom, or struggling
to meet each other’s sharp pick, drop by drop, inch by inch, patiently waiting
throughout the ages, certain that it was inevitable for them to be united some
day, to become one.
We were only a
few meters from the exit. I could already see the blinding daylight at the end
of the tunnel. Plato’s orders were to stay back a little before the exit so
that he Crusaders had time to save Nick, Panos and Stratos from the Squad who
would be on their way to get us, protecting another Gateway, extremely valuable
to the League. I was sure that the Crusaders would already be waiting for us
outside, disguised as local policemen, pretending to arrest the cavers for
trespassing. Then, I would have to wait for no more than five minutes until the
Squad would be here to get me.
I shivered at the
thought of facing Tex
warning. It had
been so long since I had last seen him. Plato had not neglected to warn me that
I should control myself when I would see him again, otherwise the whole plan
would go up in smoke.
I stopped, pretending to be looking for
something.
‘Damn!’ I said. Panos had stopped behind
me.
‘What’s wrong?’ he asked.
‘I left my backpack at the last bent
where I stopped for water.’
‘I’ll get it for you. You go ahead.’ he
volunteered to help me.
‘No!’ I replied, a little too abruptly. ‘I
can do it myself. I can see it from here.’ I pointed to the red bag with my
flashlight.
‘You go ahead. I’ll meet you outside.’
Panos hesitated
for a moment. Then he shrugged and walked past me. I was almost at the bent,
when I heard voices arguing.
‘Stay here!’ Panos shouted at me as he ran
to join the others. I was sure that the Crusaders outnumbered my friends. My
ignorant companions would have to do what the “policemen” asked them. I knew
the Crusaders were supposed to take them a few kilometers away, in a safe
distance, until the Squad had finished with me. Plato had personally guaranteed
that no harm would happen to the three cavers, sharing my persistence in
keeping them safe at any cost. I did not want to be an accessory for another
death. Somehow, Yannis’ blood still felt hot on my hands.
I ducked waiting,
until the voices and the sound of the cars faded away. Then I stood up again and
started walking towards the exit. Now it was a good time to start panicking.
But, surprisingly enough, I was not panicked. I was extremely anxious to see
Christopher, this was the only emotion that overwhelmed my whole existence at
that moment and there was no room for fear and panic.
It was very
silent outside. I looked around. I was all alone, or at least it seemed so, 340 meters above the
sea.
I was not
ignorant of the place.
My father had
told me stories about this mountain where you’re surrounded by the fairies of
the source of the immortal water. The ancient gods took their oaths on this
mountain. It was here that the deity of Soul went through incredible ordeals
when she was searching for her sweetheart, Cupid. The legend is that she still
wanders on the frosty peak, leaving her elf-tracks on the soft snow. The
dreadful queen Styx lived on this sacred
mountain, Zeus’ally in his war with the Titans. She had the power to punish the
Olympian gods if they broke their oaths. Her palace was in front of the Gate of
Ades, the gate to the Underworld, to death. It’s no wonder why the locals had
respected that place and considered the opening of roads and the intrusion of
technology on the sacred slopes that had been protected by the
millennium-lasting awe, a hubris, an abuse.
I wished my
father’s stories had been true. I wished I could invoke the ancient spirits to
protect Christopher and me. But reality was so uninspiring, so dramatic and
terrible at the same time.
I walked to the
jeep and got rid of the equipment I was carrying, aware of the fact that Tex
might be hiding among the trees behind me, watching, waiting for the right
moment to terrify me the most. My mouth felt dry and I looked for some water,
as my thermos was empty. Stratos had left a spare thermos in the jeep but I
could not find it. I bent down to look for it under the passenger seat. I
stretched my arm to reach it.
Then I heard the
cold voice behind me, the voice that had haunted my dreams for so long.
‘At last! We meet
again!’ He spoke slowly, softly, and his voice was sarcastic as always, mocking
me. My body stiffened at once but I tried to keep my temper. I did not care if
he wanted to hurt me. I was dying to see the beautiful face I had been missing
for so long. Was he standing there? Right behind me?
I turned around
slowly, my face frozen, expressionless, but my heart was about to jump out of
my chest.
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