As we walked along the foot of the mountain we saw no signs of an entrance to the society under the mountain.
"Hello stranger, can I help you find your way to the village or maybe interest you in a meal." A strange hooded man asked.
The man started walking toward us his pace accelerating with each step.
"Get behind me Alice." I said not knowing what to do.
"Call upon your blood and fight!" A voice in my head yelled.
Suddenly the image of biting my thumb and calling out the name Bloody-Reaper came to mind.
"I hope this works..."
>CHOMP<
"Bloody-Reaper!!!"
The blood streaming from my thumb stared moving with intelligence until it made a perfect scythe of crimson red.
"I like this."
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The crimson scythe's blade started to glow with streaks of white lightning.
"He's an Artificial Elder... shit!" The man said before dodging and begging for forgiveness.
"I'm so sorry your lordship, I thought you were a human."
"Like hell I'm gonna believe that!" I yell.
"Please, I can take you to The Hall Of The Underground."
"One wrong step and your head is on a pike while I let your body run around like a chicken without it head." I threaten.
"Thank you for your mercy your lordship I am Peter of the house of the rat I will take you to the Hall right away." Said the pathetic thing graveling.
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We appeared at a large gate of red and white stone guarded by two large Dragons one white and the other red both looked at each other as if the minute they were done for the day one would be dead in seconds.
"Have fun with dragons your lordship." Peter said with a sly grin.
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"I'm Draig the Welsh dragon."said the red dragon.
"And I'm Albion the one and only victor of our little battle." Added the white dragon.
"Like hell you are! I'm still standing you stuck up smooth brain!!!" Draig replied.
"Where did you learn the term smooth brain?" I ask, surprised a legendary creature kept up with modern slang.
"Urban dictionary." Draig replied.
"How do giant creatures such as yourselves access the internet?"
"We use our cellphones, how else would we?" Albion replied as they both turned into young men who looked to be about 19 years old.
"Don't answer for me you stupid ass!" Draig roared angrily.
"Coming from the one who's people called melted cheese on bread rabbit," Albion quipped back.
"That's it!"Draig said as he punched Albion square in the balls.
"That oughta shut him up for a bit how can I help you your lordship?"
"We need to get The Hall Of The Underground, and why do you address me as a lord?"
"You have the sent of a Nobel... Albion open the damn gate for the young lord and his acquaintance!"Draig ordered.
"You win this time Draig," Albion replied as if trying not to cry.
The gates opened with a bright white light shining through the crake, and with that we had entered a whole new world.
"Hello your lordship, master Ram has been expecting you, welcome to The Hall Of The Underground, right this way your lordship."
<---- to be continued...