Crom Ross and the legend of the Lunar Cross Part 3

By:  Jarod, 6^th grade

        Joe tried to steady his breathing as he absorbed what Crom had just said yet refusing to believe it. “NO THAT CAN’T BE TRUE THERE MUST BE ANOTHER WAY OUT AND WELLE FIND IT I KNOW IT!!!” Joe responded to Crom “That’s lunacies” Crom said calmly. “The Zubonians hate company, especially treasure hunters that means that anything we touch is probably booby trapped… including the stone…” Joe stood there looking down at his feet when he saw a sliver of light coming from a crack beneath him, and in that light he saw a room. This is totally insane but I have to try Joe thought to himself. Joe started stomping on the ground beneath him opening the crack more and more. Crom seeing the chain reaction started pounding his foot on the ground as well indicating the final thug with his eyes to start pounding. After only a min. of pounding the gang was able to burst through the floor into a large dark room with its only light a Glowing cross in the corner of the room white as snow stuck in the head of a stone scorpion.

            As the gang recovered from their fall they gazed in amazement at the beautifully carved Cross that seemed to seem like the skin of angles in the eyes of Joe. “It’s beautiful” Said Joe breaking the silence followed by a low whistle from Crom indicating his agreement about its fantastic beauty. The final muscle man went forward to the statue in sheer awe when suddenly Crom spoke to him “NO STOP, every room we’ve been in so far has had plenty of booby traps in it and if this is the end of the rainbow than that means the most deadly trap is most likely here of all places in the temple…” the group froze in silence as Crom carefully walked up to the statue and carefully nudged the sparkling artifact out and into his hands. The item was so light it seemed lighter than air and as smooth as new born skin.

However, the beauty and tranquility did not last long for the min. that Crom walked down the three stone steps the room turned blood red as black liquid seemed to bleed out of the scorpions forehead where Crom had removed the stone. The scorpion’s eyes turned as black as night and its stone shattered causing the room to rumble in a violent way that seemed like an earthquake. Crom jumped down from the platform just as one of the scorpions claws slashed at Crom’s puny body and the wind from the blast caused all the dust in the room to whirl in the room creating a nice imitation of a sandstorm causing zero visibility to all the crew. The scorpion started slashing crazily in the air attempting to clear the dust and also destroy his foes but only succeeding in causing the upper floor to collapse in the room below it. More red water flooded the room as the gang scurried forwards to the huge safe like stone door at the other end of the tomb along with avoiding falling derbies and slashes from the scorpion’s monstrous claws as they seemed to seek the gang out despite the darkness and water.

As the room filled up with water the gang floated up to the ceiling, higher and higher. When the scorpion’s feet clinging to the floor like its life depended on it, the ground beneath it ripped off with it swallowing the scorpion whole along with Joe and the final strong man. As Crom struggled to find safety on a tall ledge by climbing a protruding skeleton stuck in the rock, he saw his brother being swallowed whole by the black hole of water and rock. “NO BROTHER!” Crom screamed as his brother disappeared before his vary eyes into the great abyss. Crom climbed down the cliff after he was sure there was no more surprises in store for him, he sprinted at the abyss and stared down seeing nothing but darkness.

He shouted and screamed and cried for his brother to come back to him until he stared down with nothing with him but his clothes, the lunar cross, and a sore throat. He thought for a min that he heard his brother but didn’t believe it. A tear ran down the side of his face as he gazed at the abyss knowing that his brother was most likely dead. He wouldn’t give up yet, he shouted one last time hoping that by some chance, he would at least get some kind of sign that would tell him that his brother was alive….

But he heard nothing, saw nothing, and didn’t smell anything but moldy slabs of stone and the sweat in his clothes. He slowly walked out of the temple though the door which was a smooth ride except for a small maze that only lasted 6-7 min. When Crom got out of the temple he saw Joe in the passenger seat        of the rusted old buggy bleeding, bruised, and with torn clothes. “How did, what, when, wha-“ Crom said choking on his on words over joyed and running towards the buggy. “Well…” Joe started to explain, “Apparently when we fell, somehow I was able to cling to a vine I heard you shout and tried to choke out a response but gave up and grabbed a vine above me. However that caused a small, but fit able part of the wall to open up reveling a storage room with weapons and dead skeletal warriors galore. Who, where, probably the remains of some of the people foolish enough-” “You mean like us…” Crom interrupted. “Yes like us” Joe said in a rather pleasant voice for someone who just nearly died.

“Any way like I was saying, as I navigated through the bodies and protruding spears and arrows, at the end of the storage room I saw a board through door with many vines and roses covering the hole. I took one of the worriers’ swords, thought they wouldn’t mind, and slashed through the vines and crawled through the rest desperate to get out and sat down here in the buggy waiting for you to come out.” The two brothers hugged and then drove off in the sunset with the Cross. “Uh, one question, how do we get back to the USA?” Crom asked. The two laughed and Joe responded, “You always have a smart-alike remark to say don’t ya” and they laughed again.

“No, seriously, how do we get home?”

The End…….for NOW!!!