Chapter Three
"Hello, Grace..." the mist said.
"Wh-who are you??" Grace stuttered, frightened by the speaking mist.
"I am but a spirit. I have come to warn ye... This grotto be cursed! Every full moon, this grotto turns blood red.. and The Master comes to perform his rituals here... I suggest you leave, as the full moon be tonight..."
"NO! I just chased that pirate out of here, crashed my ship on this barren island, and who is this "Master" you speak of? HUH?"
"I must not speak his name.. for, if he even finds out that I be tellin' ye this, I will be seperated from me spirit form...
"What? What are you saying?! I demand an answer!"
"I would if I could but I can't so I won't. Although, I can tell ye this. Below the gold pile over thar," he pointed,
"be a whole stock of Invisibility potions. The previous owner of this here grotto used them every full moon.."
"Potions?? Seriously?! I come here, chase a pirate out of here..."
"I know. But I can only warn ye. From here on out..." The spirit got cut off. Grace looked out through the entrance of the grotto. It was orange outside.
"Sunset.." she muttered, digging through the pile of gold that covered the invisibility potions. "I'll regret this one day...
" The potion engulfed her body, and she started coughing, trying to swallow it. The sun set.
In her ear, she heard:
Every full moon.
The master must come.
To this poor grotto.
That holds spirits, some.
Some seek answers.
Some seek treasure.
Some seek weapons.
Some seeks pleasure.
This grotto.
Fairly found.
Must be lit.
From roof to ground.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she wondered aloud. Then she got her answer. A beam of moonlight bounced off the entrance of the cave, ricocheting around the entire room. It reflected off the pieces of gold, water, and strangely the cave walls. When the light stopped reflecting, it turned blood-red. Grace, invisibly hidden in the corner, caught a scream. A man, clothed with fur of wolves, head of bear, and tail of scorpions, strided into the room.
"Ah. This be what I wait for, every Moon Cycle. This be it," he muttered. He walked to the center of the room. He placed some twigs in the center of the room, muttered an incantation of some sort, and the small twigs burst into flames. He swiped at a pile of gold, sending gold flying into the fire. Grace held back a yell. "What be this I hear? A human, perhaps? Oh, this will go well with my collection..." he walked straight at Grace. Right before he got there, some gold fell on the opposite side of the room. His attention was diverted by the gold avalanche, so he went back to his work. The flames grew larger, turning the room a darker shade of red. Mist filled the cave, causing the entire room un-seeable.
"Leave while you can.." Grace heard in her ear.
"This may be your only chance, as your potion be about to wear off..."
Grace felt a cough coming on, so she fled from the cave through the mist, searching for the entrance without a sound. As soon as she burst from the mist-filled cave, she started coughing uncontrollably. "Aye, I be right. There WAS a human in my cave. Hello, young lady...."
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That's the end of chapter three! Hope ya like it!