CHAPTER 10
THE DUNGEON CITY
Galia, since the arrival of her father, looked confused by the sudden change of attitude in the atmosphere of the house, Aria, who is always stuck like a flea to her, now, for some reason that little Ghamurant does not know, It always avoids him that he finds the opportunity and this sudden change of attitude began since three days ago, after a whole week.
Galia, who makes restless during his training, dodging the blows of his grandfather, caused a snap of those lips belonging to him. Darko, curious, stopped the blows, to ask about it.
"¿Is something wrong, Galia?"
He exclaimed; in response, Galia sighed.
"It's nothing important, Grandpa. It's just that, Aria, you've been acting really weird these last three days."
In another sigh on the part of Galia, Darko took her granddaughter unawares. Taking him out of his concern for a moment. Galia, on the other hand, did not complain and just clung to his grandfather, because all this mess that he does not know has lowered his spirits.
Darko river, uh, he sailed to the outskirts of the forest along with his granddaughter, who just moments ago were both by the training camp of the house.
Steps, after steps, until you reach a particular area of the forest. Galia, confused, scanned her surroundings, looking in front of her a huge entrance, entrance belonging to a cave. Mainly, a dungeon.
Galia, of course intrigued, did not hesitate to ask her grandfather.
"¿What are we doing in this place, Grandpa?"
"Simple, I brought you here to clear ¡your mind a little and what better than Clear a dungeon with great-grandfather!"
Galia did not understand at first, running through his head the phrase Dungeon which he also didn't know, but not completely. While he understands the concept of a dungeon thanks to stories that Aria and her father have told him, never in his life, he was certainly found near the entrance of a dungeon until now.
His emotion rose like sparks. Going through those memories of the anecdotes of his father and Aria, memories that calced the immense rewards and enemies that you can find inside a dungeon or also called magic labyrinths.
Since the dungeons, were born after the first arrival of the sun and moon in the great war of dragons and giants to settle such dispute on behalf of the creator mother.
His arrival brought with it a gift, a blessing for the world. For, a supernatural power struck the soil and blood of each different race, thus blossoming mana and magic power. Power, which was able to break the established rules of physics. In principle, the great use to manipulate the natural elements at any disposition and affinity.
But, with the magic spread around the world by the hands of the moon goddess, Luliana Bellatrix caused the birth of abnormalities and thus the dungeons. On the other hand, humans knew how to take advantage of this power, ascending to a race far superior to others, thanks to their knowledge and ability to learn. They developed technologies and skills that surpass all kinds of reasoning.
Also, for the help of the elves. That these, already had a similar experience thanks to their high connectivity with nature and by the sacrifice of their king. The Elven Hero Eliotath. The bastard son of the sun god and the moon goddess. Who was taken from her hands, by order of her husband.
To the east, having been born with long ears, calling him a demon. In total, there are seven children of the sun god. Four of them, remaining in the hands of their mother and the rest stripped of their native lands. Aria, being one of those four children who lived the opportunity to be born protected by both parents.
"¡So what are we waiting for, come on, come on!"
Galia, now regaining her spirits, hurried down from the arms of her grandfather, running briskly past the entrance to the dungeon in front of her.
Darko, with no major remorse, followed him, while he took the sword that he gave to Galia weeks before. Galia, by careless, I unknowingly throw it at the entrance of the dungeon.
Its interior was creepy as a result of the lack of light from the confines of the dungeon. Darko, on the other hand, made use of his limited knowledge in magic, thus creating a tiny flame capable of illuminating the environment.
To his misfortune, the flame went out as soon as it was lit; Darko did not have a large supply of mana. Turning out to be, much more inefficient than I expect.
Galia, not so worried about it, advanced through the darkness, stumbling many times over small stones that blocked his way.
"Ugh...¡¿when are monsters supposed to appear, the treasures and all that Aria and Father told me?!".
His frustration and annoyance became evident; during this short walk of just a few minutes, nothing interesting happened, which became annoying and tedious for the little Ghamurant not recognized for its zero patience. Darko, in the darkness, raised his shoulders.
"Well, my little Galia, it's a low-ranking dungeon and they're known for being strangely peaceful".
Galia outlined his annoyance with a grimace.
"¡¿So where is that of cleaning a dungeon if there's nothing to clean?!".
"Of course there is, then, everything is filled with dirt; you should have brought a broom".
As a result of the joke, Galia gave a look of death, despite her vision obstructed by darkness. Despite this, Darko managed to fully feel the annoyance of her granddaughter.
"¡Oh, Galia, you're too small to be so stubborn!"
Without saying anything, I remain silent. Step by step, submerged in a hole surrounded by rocks and dirt. A Galia starting to get bored and Darko, walking in the footsteps of her granddaughter. Between the walk, Galia threw a heavy sigh into the air shortly after suddenly stopping and crashing into her distracted grandfather.
But that little oversight triggered a sudden problem. Galia, at the moment of being pushed by her grandfather's body, jumped a couple of steps from where she was, hitting one of the rocks that, to her surprise, moved without any previous explanation.
Causing Galia to fall through a hole full of cobwebs and dust, staining the clothes she wears and her hair. Even swallowing some dirt. It happened so fast that he didn't have a chance to react. Much less to Darko, who by the lack of light, suddenly lost the location of his granddaughter. Even with that, I keep calm to call her granddaughter with all my lungs.
"¡Galia, galia!"
Repeatedly I snort her granddaughter's name loudly, with both hands covering over her mouth increasing the volume of her call. To his calm, Galia did not take long to respond.
"¡Down here, Grandpa!"
Galia, she was surprised by all this happened, much more for the place where she went to fall. The place is spacious, but dirty: strange structures decorating the corners, with walls adorned with strange figures and drawings. The inside, full of treasures that, to the disappointment of the little one who opened them without thinking, turned out to be empty.
But that was not the most important thing, because as he went a little deeper and what his sight allowed him to see, he found a mechanism shortly after taking a few more steps. Darko, desperate to find his granddaughter, also accidentally fell through that hole hitting her with his butt; complaining of pain, he called Galia again.
"¿Are you here, Galia?"
Galia, who heard his call. He answered aloud, sounding his voice over the gap in which they are.
"Yep! But... Grandpa, look at this!"
Darko among the many complaints of pain from his ass, he was approaching in the direction of his granddaughter's voice. Where a dim light smothered his gaze.
A strange and giant mechanism, in the form of a gear firmly placed on the ground, metals that are rusty but not worn out to the point of losing their functionality. The mechanism has no particular peculiarity apart from appearing strange that it is in the middle of nowhere. For Darko, who had previously visited this same dungeons months before, never came across this.
On alert, he took Galia's shoulder and drew her to him, touched the cold metal of the mechanism a little bit and something unprepared and unexpected happened in front of them.
The room was illuminated by the light of flames that made presence through the senseless structures of the place. Galia, raised her eyes wide for the strange event, but she did not hide, showed courage and focused her gaze again on that strange mechanism. Now, fully exposed by the illuminated area.
With better detail I look at it, that giant gear which, although at first sight it looks terrible, still works, so, Darko, when he touched it again, this same mechanism moved with a turn in the rear direction. Which, as a result, generated a din and movement at the feet of both.
"¿W-What's going on?"
Galia, now a little more vulnerable by the situation, clung to her grandfather. But the fear quickly disappeared when Darko started twisting and twisting the mechanism, causing the ground under his shoes to begin to descend.
Within minutes of constantly turning the mechanism, they arrived in another room. Although now, the light was dim and a light blue color, highlighting with Galia's hair, making her look much more intense color.
Darko, I analyzed his environment for any trace of abnormality in the area. For his calm and enjoyment, the place radiated tranquility everywhere. Galia, who did not think for a second, went in, knowing even better the inside of this new place. Moving a little further I got to what seemed to be a small entrance, one resembled some entry for pets.
"¿Uh?"
But, without giving much time to inspect. Something rather strange opened tiny door.
"¡Oh! Looks like we have guests after a long time."
This unexpected event left Galia surprised and with her mouth open, unable to find a way to explain the strange thing that is right now in front of her nose. Darko, who with clean steps reached the destination, lowered his gaze, to follow, to replicate the same expression of surprise of his granddaughter.
"¡¿What are you supposed to be?!"
They both expressed at the same time, pointing with their fingers to that tiny strange thing.
"¡That is rude!"
A small flame of fire talking and walking, dressed in an elegant suit that strange as it may seem is not burning the fabric, by his head, or that which pretends to be a skull carries over his hair merely of fire combed towards behind an extravagant top hat. Adding that elegant touch of her tiny appearance. The flame, chubby, I cross my arms annoyingly for the lack of respect for those I consider as guests.