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Chapter 15: The Burning Tomb
El Patron laughed menacingly, glaring at each mortal in the cave with the glowing red orbs in his head. Davy couldn’t make out the details of his face, but he felt that his mind was creating the face for him. A cruel face, with several scars from his battles and a glint in his eyes that said he would kill someone innocent without caring.
“Yes Fireskull,” the ghost captain sneered. “I was never killed. I died in this tomb, yes. But my soul was free to roam around this cave. Free to bide my time, grow power, and plan my escape. After over a hundred years, I have finally gotten strong enough to escape this prison.”
“Why have us come here?” Billy asked. Then more angrily he said, “And why bring me back?!”
“You were the bait,” El Patron said. “Without you, your brother would have had no motivation to come here. Joanna would have told you of me, but she wouldn’t have been able to tell you that there was something on this island waiting for you, and you would have forgotten about it.”
“But why do you want us here?” Guy asked. “We just are going to cause damage, correct? Aren’t we making it hard for you?”
The ghost laughed. “It’s not you that I want,” he explained. “It’s them.”
El Patron pointed at Davy and Billy. “Tiberius Fireskull imprisoned me in this Hell. They are the last known Fireskull’s on this earth. As revenge for imprisoning me, I will destroy Tiberius’s family line, and the Fireskull’s shall be forgotten.”
“Wait a minute,” Billy said, stepping forward. “If it really was you who raised me from the dead, then you have my memories!”
“Ah yes, your memories,” El Patron said. “I suppose you can have a few moments of them before my crew and I destroy you all.”
He stepped forward quickly, and before Billy could react, he put his ghostly finger directly between Billy’s eyes. Smelly growled loudly and tried to pounce on El Patron, but Dog held him back. An a bright light emanated from El Patron’s finger, and Billy’s eyes rolled back into his head. He suddenly let out a cry of pain, and he was sent flying backward. He slammed onto the floor and rolled for several meters before coming to a stop.
“Billy!” Zolina screamed, running towards the crumpled figure.
El Patron did nothing but watch as the Sorcerors huddled around their fallen friend.
“Billy, speak to me!” Davy urged.
Billy laid still for a few moments, but soon let out a groan. “I… I remember.” He sat up slowly, shaking his head to clear the stars in his vision. “The
Shadow King, the battle with
The Harkaway. It’s all coming back!”
“Unfortunately, you won’t have time to cherish it,” El Patron said, drawing his sword. It was a strange looking blade; thick and rusted, probably a broadsword. Even though it was rusted and looked delicate, Davy was more than sure that it was one of his deadly cursed blades. Davy looked around him to see that the other sarcophagi were shaking, and slowly the forms of El Patron’s ghostly crew emerged, all drawing their weapons. They made their way behind El Patron, awaiting his orders. The Sorcerors drew their swords, preparing for the worst. Davy turned around to check the area they had come from, but more ghosts were creeping up from there, blocking their exit.
“Well Davy Fireskull, are you ready to die?” El Patron taunted.
Davy thought about his response. “I am always ready for death, which is the very reason it will never come to me.”
Davy charged at El Patron, his crew following behind him. Davy raised his sword and brought it down on El Patron, cutting him across the chest. Davy slashed through his armor, stabbing into the ghostly form. Davy ended with a slash to his face, sending him stumbling backward. He had done all that and the ghost had shown no resistance. Davy breathed heavily, smiling. That was until he saw El Patron get back up, without a scratch on him.
El Patron laughed again, before charging at Davy with his cursed broadsword. He raised it above him and brought it down on Davy, who barely had time to block it with his sword. Then the unthinkable happened. The two swords clashed, and Davy’s cutlass shattered.
Impossible! Davy screamed in his head.
I hexed it so it couldn’t break!
Before Davy could continue to wonder how El Patron was strong enough to shatter his sword, he was forced to duck and jump to the side as El Patron swung his blade at him. He drew his long dagger, hoping that it would suffice. He jumped back, away from El Patron, slashing at a few ghosts that got near him. As he expected, they fell back for a few moments but kept coming at him.
Davy heard a scream from another part of the tomb. He gave a quick glance to see Pirate Guy fall, and have his fallen body be swarmed by ghosts.
“NO!!!” Sharktooth screamed. He charged at the place where his brother had fallen. Davy couldn’t see anything else, because El Patron was on him again, swinging his sword and slicing off Davy’s small ponytail.
“You put up a good fight,” the captain said, forcing Davy against a sarcophagus. “But there is no escape.”
Davy looked around. It looked like all the ghosts in the mine had congregated to this one room. There were too many to defeat. They had to try to escape. Davy had to create a diversion of some sort, but he couldn’t do it with El Patron right on him. He stepped back a little bit, and felt his lower back touch the sarcophagus. He also felt his foot step on something. He quickly glanced down to see a broken fragment of his sword.
“Enough of this waiting! Your time comes now!” El Patron bellowed, raising his sword. Davy immediately ducked down, grabbing the broken steel. He could feel the sharp edges cutting his fingers, and warm blood trickled down his hand. Right before El Patron could bring down his blade, Davy gave out a loud battle cry, and plunged the blade deep into El Patron’s head.
El Patron dropped his blade and stumbled back with his hands on his face, screaming in agony. Even though he couldn’t be killed, a broken sword in the face must still hurt. While he was distracted, Davy bellowed out to his friends.
Davy turned to his friends. He could see that they were on the brink of death. There was too much going on to see the individual wounds, but they had all been beaten up. He didn’t have much time. He summoned a massive column of fire from the center of the room, which was about a meter and a half wide, and stretched from the ground to the stalactites far above. It was so bright that the ghosts covered their eyes and shrieked in pain. Some even fled the area, running through walls or into the exit.
“GET OUT OF HERE!” Davy yelled through the chaos. “I CAN’T HOLD IT FOR MUCH LONGER!”
The Shadow Sorcerors ran to the exit, but Billy stayed behind. “DAVY! I CAN’T LEAVE YOU!”
“GO!!! I’LL FIND MY WAY OUT!” Davy screamed. By now the cave was shaking, and massive rocks were falling from the roof of the tomb. Smelly barked at Billy, urging him to follow. Billy reluctantly followed the others as they ran out of the collapsing tomb.
“No!” El Patron said with frustration. He picked up his sword and advanced toward Davy, who was losing strength. With one last heave of effort, Davy willed the column of fire to explode, sending blasts of heat everywhere. Davy felt a large, sharp object fly into his leg and other small objects hitting his body. His leg exploded in pain, but he didn’t pay much attention to it due to everything going on around him. El Patron flew back and slammed against his own sarcophagus, blowing it to pieces. He staggered upward. El Patron flew back and slammed against his own sarcophagus, blowing it to pieces.
“I suppose you’ll be sparing me the duty of killing you,” El Patron said as massive stalactites and rocks fell around him. “And if you survive, you shall be sealed in this mine forever!”
El Patron walked through a wall behind him and disappeared and the ceiling itself began to fall. The column of flame that Davy had summoned had exploded, and anything in the tomb that could burn was burning. Davy had burn marks on him, and his clothes were singed. He was extremely weak. The exit that his friends had taken was blocked by massive rocks. Davy was trapped.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of crumbling from behind him. He slowly turned around to see that the wall had fallen, revealing another tunnel. Without a second thought, Davy stumbled towards it as a stalactite slammed down on the spot where he was before. The tomb was crumbling and soon there would be nothing left of it. Davy was able to limp inside the tomb, right as a boulder fell behind him, sealing the tunnel and leaving Davy alone in complete darkness.
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