~Chapter 25~
Inside the Belly of the Beast
All that could be seen was the great tail-rattle of the notable beast, as it disappeared back into the Mausoleum of the Kings, and down into the throws of the Neither World, heading towards its jewel throne, to digest its meal.
Paragus, Olle, and George solemnly stood guard outside of the shattered marble doors to the crypt, waiting for the return of the Serpent King and Mehan the Serpent-Rider due back on Hathor's return within the hour.
Chug turned to face Mr. Beamer. Tears gently trickled down his soft cheeks. He could not hide his sorrow at seeing his best friend swallowed by the fiendish serpent, and then thrust back into the uncertainty of the Under Dark.
"Will he survive this Mr. Beamer?" asked an inconsolable Chug "was this your plan from the start?"
"It was written Chug by the hallowed Pen of Jupiter Angel Satquiel," said Mr. Beamer as he placed a gentle hand on Chug's boyish shoulder "and no we did not plan this, but we still have other plans that may come to fruition, these all depend on Louis's will to survive this. He is strong. I believe he will survive, no...I know he will...he understands the writings of the Good Book, and knows what must be done."
"Will he, being a High-Thinker help him, and was his training complete?"
"We are not sure Chug if his training was complete, or if he truly was a High-Thinker or not. Only time will tell. We must wait for his return and plan for it, or not."
"What do you mean...what are you saying...or not...?"
"Chug..."
"Let me take this important question Mr. Beamer," said Aswan "yes he may not pass this last great test, for he is only a small boy that has been thrown once again into the Neither World. He was the only one to have seen the Neither World before and live, but to survive the test twice would surely be miraculous. There are doubts in our hearts, but he does have the blue eyes of RA and the golden hair, we're just not sure Chug."
"Then Apophasis the Destroyer was correct, maybe you should both be ashamed of yourselves for placing this boy, my best friend, in harm's way to save your own, Arion and Ancient races. I hope you both live a long time to wallow in your selfishness."
"No Chug you have it wrong," said Mr. Beamer as he squared Chug to his shoulders, placing both hands on his face "we have doubts about Louis, but we had no choice. The fate of the world is at stake, not just the survival of Arion or Ancient you are just too young to understand it all. This struggle has been going on for over three-thousand years, but in the end Louis should be victorious, we just have to wait and see."
Chug turned away from Mr. Beamer and Charlie, now looking towards the black hole in the earth that just consumed his Louis. Chug knew that all that Louis took with him into the Under Dark was his own earthly possessions. The simple belongings of a young lad; his pocketknife, a slingshot, Short-Stacks heat balm, his wits, and whatever items might be found inside of a small boy's pockets.
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