Chapter Two
Metawar : Fortress of History
...Metawar... the ultimate war fortress... and the towering pinnacle of doom...
Taverna took his hand away from the stone wall and the words scarred into the smooth bricks, re-reading the sentence in his head. To his left, Crioone's wings were spread far apart, catching the wind and protecting the three of them from falling rocks or a short sandstorm. To Taverna's right, Nara held the map on her back, her wings tucked in and her hands at work shifting the order of stones quickly in order to create a small doorway. Taverna moved his hand over the smooth stone tablet, trying to better read the words on the wall, but he could get nothing more of them. Nara nodded slightly, catching the attention of both Crioone and Taverna, and as they looked over, they saw that the doorway was complete. Nara slid in, folowed closely by Taverna and Crioone.
Once inside the fortress, the three deamons crouched low, searching the large hallway they had come into for guards of any sort. They couldn't see any, but that didn't mean there were no guards. Creeping close to the ground, the three deamons moved silently forwards, their eyes searching the close vicinity, but there was nothing to be seen.
Once they had crossed the hallway, Nara took the map, pointing to the red line. Crioone silently memorized the directions in her head, and as soon as Nara had rolled the map up, Taverna took the parchment, shoving it inbetween his shoulder blades, then took the lead...
