Crom Ross and the Legend of                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1                                                                                                                                                                                      the Lunar Cross, Part 2

By:  Jarod, 6^th grade

            “BROTHER!” Ross said in disbelief “it was you who destroyed my house and gave me those orders and led me HERE of all the places in the WOLRD your ‘secret base’ is HERE! IN NEW YORK!” “Yes brother and I’m sorry but I couldn’t think of a better way to get you here fast enough but I assure you will-““you will do exactly what!” I interrupted “you’ll-you’ll rewind time huh! Get my house back and wish away thi-““WOULD YOU SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE BROUTHER…”Joe (Ross’s brother) yelled at Crom. “Now listen, I can get the house back, I can wish away all this and we’ll be millionaires if you just listen to me Crom” Joe said cooling down. “All right, what’s the plan this time brother.”  Ross said half angry half impressed.

            “Well…” said Joe hesitantly, “There is a temple, somewhere in a deep in a lush over grown forest called The Zubonian forest where a Lunar Cross is located an”- “Oh here we go again!” Ross interrupted, “When are you going to learn that the Lunar Cross is only a superstition…” “Well I believe it’s real” shouted Joe “YEAH” shouted Crom in defiance to believe his brother “YEAH, and this time I know where it is AND I HAVE PROOF!” said Joe furious at his brother. “WELL WHERE IS YOUR PROOF!” screamed Crom “RIGHT HERE” said Joe, right back at him, handing him a folder and some satellite pictures. “… … …” “Well” said Joe in response as Crom studied the pictures in disbelief. “Is it for once you don’t have some smart alike thing to say?!?” “No I don’t have ANYTHING to say except for this, when we leave?” said Crom trying to gain back some lost respect. “Right now…” Joe responded with a smirk obviously knowing what Crom was up to…

            A few hours later the dynamic duo got on a super sonic jet and got to the City of Argoma and looking for a ride to the temple of the Lunar Cross. “I guess you forgot the detail of exactly HOW we get to the temple, hmmm?” Crom said in a questioning tone. “Yes, yes, I haven’t O.K.! I do have a contact that might be able to find us some rides to get to the temple…” Joe got his cell phone out of his back pocket and called someone on speed-dial and after a short conversation he told Crom to follow him to the town gate.

            When Crom and Joe nudged through the crowded streets of the city they saw a huge rusty truck and four tough looking men in the driver and storage place. “Are these your friends” Crom asked Joe “Yes, they are, so just let me do the talking and just agree their demands we need this kind of muscle.” Joe responded. A couple hours later the gang got to the temple and unpacked their equipment. “When, do, we get paid…” one of the thugs asked to Joe “After we get done with the temple but not before.” Joe told him strictly. When Joe turned the thug went over to his brothers and talked to them about something. A few minutes later the gang headed inside when only a moment later the door slammed behind them. “Well brother is this all according to the plan?” Crom asked but he got no response from his brother or anyone only a rat that ran past them. One of the muscle men went ahead of the group and moments later was heard screaming followed by a sickening splat! “NO BROTHER!” screamed one of the muscle men as he ran after his brother followed by the same sounds as before… a scream… than a splat… “Wait before another of you run off and die lets slowly walk and observe the area…” Joe said holding the shoulder of one of the men.

            They group slowly creped ahead with Crom at point when about a min. later he held out his hand behind him and said very quietly “stop stop STOP look…”.He pointed at the broken bridge ahead of him with several very sharp rocks at the bottom with no other then the two men impaled by the rock at the bottom along with several other skeletons and some torn clothes. “Holy… what happened to the bridge.” Joe asked to himself. “I don’t know and I don’t care, you and I both want and need that Lunar Cross and were getting it and that’s that.” Crom responded. “This is just like a movie I saw earlier this week” Crom said “We need to cross carefully and slowly so we don’t fall and die!”

            The group crossed very slowly across the bridge and tried to avoid any broken or moldy panels. At one point, near the end of the bridge, there was a gape in the bridge. “Awww crud” murmured Joe “we can’t jump that we have to turn back” “NO!” Shouted Crom. “If that stupid rock is the key back to my old life that YYYOOOOUUUUUU DESTROYED than that STUPIED ROCK is going to be mine!” Crom said moments before he jumped across the gape. Cross’ skull slammed into the gravel wall on the ledge and dizziness and pain nearly overwhelmed him. Joe and the other yelled for him to hang on just as his hands scrambled on the ledge to find greater ground on the bridge! “TRY TO HOLD ON TO PART OF THE BRIDGE” one voice screamed to Cross. Cross barely heard any of the messages but heard enough to understand as he desperately grabbed something thin to hold on to.

            Crom crawled up the object to safety. As his vision went back into order he looked down to see that the thing he held on to was some old rope attached to the steak in the ground next to him. Apparently it was supposed to hold up the bridge. “ARE YOU OK” shouted Joe from across the gape. “No, I’m not but now it’s your turn.” Crom mumbled as he threw the gang the rope. “At least the rope will help…” murmured Joe. As the others swung across, Crom laid down flat on his back and panted heavily. “I think I broke a rib” Crom thought to himself. When the gang got over to his half of the gape, Crom decided to ignore the pain and get up from his spot in the dirt.

The gang proceeded further into the tunnel into a huge room filled with tons of thousands of jewels and gold coins. The sparkling gold and diamonds caught the gazes of all the gang except for Crom who stared at a ripped scroll at his feet that had some ancient Zubonian writing on it. “SSSSSTTTTTOOOOOOOOPPPPPP!!!” screamed Crom as the rest of his partners lunged at the riches. “If you read this scroll” Crom told them in a very serious tone “you’ll know that the ancient Zubonians that built this temple booby trapped the floor panels in this room and almost all the gold and jewels as well…” The gang froze instantly but the temptation for all that money and gold was too much for one of the muscle men and he dived in the pile of money. “NO!” screamed Joe, but it was too late for moments later the mans head rolled out of the pile of gold followed by a trail of blood and a forearm sticking out of the gold frozen for all to see in a desperate plea for mercy that It would never have…   

            “….How do we get out” said Joe in a low voice struggling to sound calm

“… … … this temple isn’t designed that way… … …” Crom muttered in a low and mortified tone “ it just isn’t designed that way….”

                                    End of part 2