I started to wonder around the cave to see if there was anything from the past I could possibly use. The darkened hallways made it gloomy. Not much in the way of a cult of what I learned so far of what The Creed is other than it is a religion of sacrifice, although isn’t everyone afraid of death?
I looked down on my phone, noticing that my mother had called and I figured that I might as well return the call. I swipe over and listen for the rings. I hear something on the other end of the line and was ecstatic to hear it was Greave on the other end.
“Aunt Greve?” I asked and she hummed on the other end.
“What is is Azyla? Where are you?” she rambled and I had to catch my breath and be very cautious on what I say.
“I need to revive the creed in order for the creed not to kill the witness that they want gone.” I chimed and Greave sounded like she was in shock as I was.
“Azyla, you know that there are many people that will die because of what they are thinking of is a whiteness slaughter, a war for being forgotten for the longest time and I am thinking that this was what the events were about.” She sounded be withered of what the new developments that had become realistic.
“I noticed Aunt Greave but I am not sure what to do about it.” I said and started to glace around quickly. The nerves were starting to get to me that the creed had chosen me to be the face of this revelation. I knew that every second that I waste can be a deciding factor between this now war and possibly slather.
“Play their game up to a point and then backstab them like normal. This group that you are in sounds sophisticated to where it might not be a bad thing to play their game and start this war.”
“Then hide, and tell uncle that he was right.” I said and then I hung up. I scurried as I managed to drop my phone onto the ground. Like any other teenager that had dropped something that is very important to her, she picks it up and looks at it like she just hurt her own flesh and blood. I glanced at the screened and sighed seeing a crack that had stretched itself from one side of the rectangle to the other.
I saw it as a scene that this would end and it is up to me to stop this now but as soon as I started to calm down there was a ring on my phone that I was not ready to put on my plate at all. A text had come in that I was not expecting to see.
“Your uncle had been kidnaped… you should know where he is captured.”