Rocky stood beside the lake, which he had been told about. He
swiftly removed his jacket, laying it on the tilt of the hill. He
bends forwards slowly, unlacing his boots, and places them on either
arm of the jacket as it laid spread out. He stood slowly…patting his
body and clothes just to make sure he wasn’t taking anything to
heavy. He closes his eyes as he turns back to the lake “Permita
manos de que muertes me evitan, y mío” With the ending of that, he
opened his eyes…his legs forcing him from the hill, into a leaping
dive, penetrating through the water, the water curling, folding and
brought up around the entrance point. His arms sliding through the
water, the density and pressure increasing as he sinks to the depth of
the lake, hoping he’d find it though breathing wasn’t a
Necessarily to him. Slowly through the blurry waters the lake turns
through into a large underground cavern, a glimmer of hope ran out
through his eyes. He made his way, fighting the under current to get
to it, then on beating the current he slips through the cavern. He
perched on the side pulling his soaking body from the water, knocking
his wet hair from his eyes, blinking to remove water from the front of
his eyes also, before following into a shake. He was disturbed by the
sound of singing; a slow brow rose into a curious manner as he glanced
around. The River Styx flowed out before him. Rocky rather half-heartedly sighed; he knew the only other way was the Paupers’ Entrance. . . Rocky re-gathered his thoughts together, “Look, I need to get over the river, to speak with Hades.” Charon pauses a slight deadening glance, coughing splutters around… “No no, Cant do that neither" Rocky raised his head once more.... in a rather brief and vague glance a face of dismal but not in the slightest put off.... |
Rocky’s gaze halted around the area, dark dismal, the place was rather always with him, haunting him, lingering with an unforgettable feeling. He was in turmoil with his feelings… the underworld, the under world of his feelings regain control, he know what he had to do…just not how to do it. The gaze of Rocky’s settled over Charon, a deeper glance, his eye a lining over the white beard that hung from the chin of Charon, noticing more details, like his eyes, partly hidden by the cloak yet intensely blazing. A morose and grisly old man, his age fairly evident and the smell, the smell of dead souls lingered over him like flies around dirty spaces. Charon turned rather abruptly roughness growing in his voice with the continuing persistence of Rocky, “Are you going to stand there all day?! And what you looking at? Never seen a Ferry Man before?” He rolls off into mumbles as he turns his back on Rocky.The light cries of souls swirl around the edges to Rocky, a fine mist carried the voices through, voices of dead souls that had never been put to rest, those that had not been buried doomed to live, pass exist there for a 100 years. Rocky got lost in thought for a moment, the mumblings of Charon passing lightly over him, yet not heard, turning his gaze to the back of Charon. “On my return you will receive 1000 gold as I pass back through here.” Charon turned rather instantly fast quick movements for such a frail old man, his blazing eyes having a greedy glint to them as he raises his cloaked hands, the cuffs dragging lightly adding to his darkened figure “1000 gold did you say? “ Rocky nodded his thoughts running over to where in Gods Hell could he get this gold from. God's hell being right…he was in hell, the underworld hell……… Charon face almost light up with a grin, intense and strong he climbed onto his boat, motioning eagerly for Rocky to follow.. ”Come, come … we have to make me some money, now tell me… What is your name?” Charon, with the wording payment of Rocky changed completely…he was happier…friendlier look to him, and more soft toning in his voice. |
The swiftness of the paddle scraping, brushing the waters, adding
force to the boat and propelling it forwards, silence now arose on the
boat. Rocky’s eyes just seemingly drifted across the churning water,
his eyes tuned into the screaming souls...haunted noises and God only
knows what else....it wasn't as he had expected....but he knew he was
only at the very beginning much more was to come...Rocky was
hopelessly falling into thoughts , thoughts of doubt, what if this,
what if that. He sighed, as he positioned his head more to rest in his
hand....closing his eyes. Charon occasionally looked across to Rocky
but nothing more was interacted between then verbally until they
reached the other side. The boat bucked the side of the cemented top,
path, cutting abruptly short. Charon looked at Rocky motioning swiftly
with his hand to the land..."There you go, what you want, now
don't go blaming me when Hades doesn't let you out, and you’re stuck
down here. I... I have had nothing to do with this.." He shook
his head then sat back down on the beam running the width of the boat
passing back into his usual mumbling... Rocky paused listening over
Charon, then nodded a brief smile...and turn to climb out up from the
boat, landing fairly crouched...he look back to Charon, who instantly
raised his head..."And you better have your money sorted out,
otherwise there won’t be noooooo coming back either!" |