Rule of Three Blogfest - Part 4

The golden town - Part 1.

Protagonist: Rina
WC: 600

Prompts:There is an argument AND There is fear of an impending misfortune

The golden town - Part 2.

Protagonist: Mr Cluthe (aka Cluthe)

WC: 600

Prompts: Someone is killed or almost killed

The golden town - Part 3.

Protagonist: Garrett
WC: 600

Prompts: Betrayal is in the air

The golden town - Part 4.

WC: 600

Prompts: The final event becomes another secret for generations to come

  Cluthe opened the journal and recited a passage.

  ‘Bind ancient beauty with new life. Mix three drops of knowledge with fire and ice.’

  Enlightenment washed over Garrett, he knew how to redeem himself. ‘I watched Traylor perform spells like that. We can use the fresh grass to represent new life. Just a few more blades, Rina.’

  They took back streets through the town, moving between shadows. At The Schiavona Glass Store Garrett told Rina to steal a goblet made from the molten Schiavona sands. Continuing past the dry well they ran north to the Assart Forest.

  A mile past the tree line they skirted the circumference of the huge abyss that had once swallowed the end of the Espadon River taking it under ground where it had supplied the well. The seemingly bottomless hole yawned back at them.

  From there they traced the dry river bed high into the Roundeli Mountains. Garrett stopped to inspect the tree trunks. At the fifth he found what he was looking for – a scar with dried sap curling from it. Cluthe reopened the wound and collected the sticky substance.

  When they arrived at the geyser, known as the Fountain of Truth, all they found was a small hole spitting water at irregular intervals.

  Garret and Rina waited whilst Cluthe collected snow from higher up the mountain.

  ‘We need your pendant for the spell, Rina.’

  ‘But my daddy gave me this.’ She clutched it protectively.

  ‘I must make things right. Everything that’s happened is because I helped my father poison the well. Your diamond is essential to restoring the balance.’

  When Cluthe returned Rina had combined the diamond, grass and tree sap into a small nugget, she placed it in the centre of the snow filled goblet.

  ‘Stand back children.’

  Cluthe knelt at the hole, muttering words as he caught the spitting Waters. With the third drop the contents of the goblet began to transform into a glowing orb, the symbol of the town.

  The ball of magic leapt from his hands into the geyser hole. A large cracking sound was followed by an explosion of water that launched Cluthe into the air. There was a second cracking sound as he landed, his head hit the rock that Rina had taken cover behind.

  The Waters rained down, bathing her with knowledge of the past and future. As Rina checked the lifeless body of Cluthe The Waters began to flow along the river bed created centuries ago.

  Garrett finally understood the prophecies that Traylor had been writing all these years. Apparently now was the time that he was meant to understand.

  Rina didn’t see Garrett pass over to the other side, she was distracted by the journal in her hands; the cover now read Rina’s Journal. Her father’s legacy meant she would be the next Guardian of the Fountain of Truth.

  By the time Rina reached the town the well was replenished and the Culdees promised new growth. It seemed that all the town’s inhabitants had congregated to witness the spectacle of light and water high in the Roundeli’s.

  Over time the intruders left the town. They felt an inexplicable urge to be elsewhere.

  As the years passed many told tales of what they witnessed that night, their stories were repeated from one generation to the next, each more sensational than the one before. Without realising it they became more accurate and closer to the truth. Some would instinctively feel the truth and set out to find the magical town, none ever did. Some would write about it… and so the legend of RENAISSANCE was born.