The Coming Darkness
by
JamesPicard_007
Chapter 6
Dalaam
“What? What
has begun?”
“Does it have something to do with your dream?” Poo asked.
“Yes.” Paula sniffled.
“We must hurry then. The countdown has begun and we must not delay.”
“We still need to get an idea of who this mystery man is though?” Jeff replied.
“Paula. Can
you remember anything distinctive about this guy? Anything at all.”
“It seemed that he wears a large amount of black. He also carries something large and shiny. Like a sword.” Paula replied.
“He must be a warrior of some sort.” Poo said.
“So where
are we going to find information about this guy?”
“I think I know a place.” Jeff said.
“Then let’s get going.”
Summers
The morning breeze blew throughout the beach. The rising sun bringing the forecast of a new day. Tourists once again were beginning to fill the streets and beaches. However in the L’Hotel de Summers, Allen Black continued to rest. The events that had taken place earlier in the night and made him wearier than usual.
It was nearly mid-day when he stirred from his slumber. Allen drove the sleep from his body with a hot shower and a late breakfast of eggs, sausage, toast and coffee. After breakfast Allen settled down with the local newspaper. As far as the local media knew nothing had happened at the museum last night.
Allen surmised that the museum wanted to keep it a secret for the time being. Allen checked the schedule for the boat he was using to travel on down to Scaraba. Noticing that he had several hours before the boat would leave, Allen decided to do a little detective work.
He walked down to the museum where he paid the entrance fee and picked up a small map. The museum mainly held relics from Scaraba. Upstairs was a large tablet with hieroglyphics, but the tablet laid largely untranslated. He looked around for any signs of a break in, but couldn’t find any trace. It was as if the stranger had magically broke in…
After checking the museum, Allen strolled to the alley where the stranger had disappeared. Once more he could not find how the stranger had gotten away from him. Unable to discover anything Allen gathered his things back at the hotel, checked out and walked on down to the Toto docks.
Down at the docks Allen searched out his boat.
“Can I help ya there?” A sailor asked him.
“I’m here for the four o clock to Scaraba.” Allen replied.
“Ah. I was wondering if you were going to show up or not.”
“Wha?”
“Lotta people fly to Scaraba anymore. They’re afraid of the monsters.”
“Monsters? I thought the Kraken was killed several years ago.”
“It was. Other things have been floating around.”
“Hmm.”
“Well seeing as you’re my only passenger how’d you like to take off now?”
“Wouldn’t hurt me a bit.”
“All right. I’ll go get my things and we’ll be off.”
The sailor pointed out his boat before he walked off to get his things. It was a decent sized fishing boat that seemed to be falling into disrepair. Allen threw his bags onboard and promptly followed them. The sailor returned with a bag of his own. Allen quickly learned that the sailor’s name was Abe. Several minutes later they had left the Toto docks and were on their way to Scaraba.
As time passed and they traveled farther into the ocean; the clouds seemed to darken, the waves began to grow violent and the wind became chilly. Soon the clouds filled the sky and thunder began to sound in the distance. When it finally came the rain started as a small trickle, but soon began to pour faster as if it was a premonition of forthcoming doom.
The sea became increasingly violent and soon the boat began to sway in all directions. Allen slept on a small couch Abe had placed in his small bridge. He had been dreaming of the night before when Abe’s scream shattered his slumber. He looked at what had caused Abe to scream.
A trident had pierced the window and a Manly Fish wielding it on the other side. The Manly Fish pulled the trident back and went for a second shot.
“Get down.” Allen yelled as he pushed Abe down.
The trident flew over their heads and into the back wall. Allen stood up just as the Manly Fish burst through the other window to collect his trident. The Manly Fish swung at Allen, but Allen had grabbed his duffel bag and countered the blow. The Manly Fish staggered backwards and Allen dove into his duffel bag and pulled out his katana still in the sheath.
The Manly Fish took advantage of Allen’s distraction to grab his trident. He quickly thrusted it towards Allen, but Allen held his sheath vertically and blocked the trident. With a swift roundhouse kick Allen shoved the Manly Fish out into the raging storm. By now the rain was poring huge droplets and burst stinging any exposed skin.
Allen pulled the katana out of the sheath and threw the sheath back into the bridge. The Manly Fish thrust his trident once more, but Allen blocked it again. The battle between the Manly Fish and Allen raged in the pouring rain. Allen continually blocked the advances of the Manly Fish.
After a few minutes it seemed to Allen that the fight could go on forever. Then, by a stroke of dumb luck, a bolt of lightning struck the Manly Fish, who fell off the boat back into the ocean. Allen walked back into the bridge to check on Abe.
“You’re pretty good with that thing. What do you do?” Abe said.
“I do protection.” Allen replied.
“You’re sure made for that.”
Suddenly through the booming thunder and the roar of the ocean a terrifying screech pierced the night. A dark figure emerged from the sea and was illuminated by a bolt of lightning.
“It’s the Kraken!” Abe yelled.