Syrcus Tower – Part 5

This chapter was written in collaboration with Scylla.

Amon caught it. The faint ripple of aether that spread from Scylla’s hand as she came in contact with the door. Something that had not happened for him.

“Yes!” he hissed, almost forgetting himself.

His throat tightened as he stared up at the huge, silent structure, waiting for the tell-tale flow of energies to illuminate the etched designs and signal the opening of the gates.

The Elezen held his breath, shivering with excitement.

And his breath held.

And held.

And held.

And held.

And he was red in the face.

But the doors… did not move.

Scylla thought she felt something… a slight tingle, perhaps a fleeting moment of lightheadedness.

She opened her eyes, watching Amon slowly suffocate as he held his breath.

The doors stood there, as unmoving and dead as ever.

Nothing happened!  This was all a delusion!

Scylla almost gave a whoop of relief right there, but was careful to suppress a chuckle as she continued to paw at the door, even pressing on the door with both hands.

“Amon.  I’m sorry…” She gave him her most sincere look of concern.

“No…” Amon whispered hoarsely. He placed both of his palms against the door with a moan of despair, just as he had the last time he’d been there. “No… this can’t be! What went wrong?”

This would be the moment for something brilliant to suddenly occur to him. After all, issues like such are often caused by the smallest thing.

Could it be that Scylla couldn’t activate it because she didn’t take it seriously? She obviously was still connected to the aetherflow, and the color of her eyes marked her royal heritage.

So why? Why didn’t it work?

He slumped forward, head down as he balanced, only his two palms against the cold unmoving door holding him up.

There had to be something he was overlooking. Something he was missing. He just needed more time… he could figure this out…

He must figure this out!

Scylla had been trained on how to handle these moments, but she wasn’t prepared to see someone so usually jovial as Amon in such distress.

He’s so upset… almost broken… I have to be careful that his despair doesn’t drive him to the edge.

She reached out and put a gentle hand on his shoulder and stared into his eyes.

“I think it’s best time that we pack up and head back towards Revenant’s Toll, don’t you?”  She gave a deep sigh, relaxing her frame.   “Perhaps we can talk about this over a nice cup of warm tea… and maybe even that snail dish you like so much?”

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