Fuming. Maybe that's not the correct word. I felt more then just angry. You couldn't ever be only one emotion; even if your so sad because a love one died, even if your so confused because your trying to decode a geniuses riddle.

Even though, I almost felt just angry which was very unlike me. I didn't care that I might be wrong. I didn't care about the certain danger I might be in. I didn't care about the danger my friends might have been in. I was just too determined to prove myself right.

I walked down the hall. There was less turns in my option, which didn't even worry me. I almost had to push down all of my feelings to continue on, but because I didn't want to run back - not this time - I had to let go of fear. That's it. I wasn't just mad. I was scared.

I started whistling, trying to distract myself from the dark and my beating chest. Not only was the hallway incredibly dark, the empty noice made every little creak put me on edge. Every moment would make me turn with my throwing knife in my hand. I almost attacked two blank walls.

I continued the whistling, forcing noise into the cold hall. I grabbed my knife out of a nervous tick. Jordan always had to make me more because I would loose so many. Most of the time it was because I would throw them so far, but sometime it was because I was so thoughtless that I would forget to pick the extra up.

Each design Jordan would make me would be different. The first knives were just like the ones I had before Jordan came to Mianite, completely metal. Then Jordan noticed the cuts on my hands for gripping the knives so hard. He added a fabric handle. Then he noticed how blunted down the blades got and added a stronger metal. I didn't even notice the changes he made anymore, and by the time of this crypt I had stopped trying to find them.

I suddenly left my thoughts, finding myself at a dead end. I stopped my whistling because I didn't need to make noise to stop my fear. I didn't feel scared. My chest had stopped the fast beating and sunk. I was disappointed.

"Shit!" I yelled out in frustration. I ran my hand through my hair, braking eye contact with the dead end.

I turned to walk back to the main entry, where I could wait for the boys to get back. Either that or I could try to get my watch to work their. I didn't have much of another option.

I did try to turn back at least.

The stones around me shuttered. The ground shook. My fear came back again. My heart pounded with the rhythmic beat of the earthquake that was happening all around me. I turned around to run out of the hall, but a wall had appeared. The wall just fucking appeared.

Then my feet became wet. Water had started to soak through my boots as the room filled with the lake. The stones of the room had been pushed out by the sheer force of the lake. The room was filling with water.

I immediately ran to the stone wall which used to be an exit. I pounded on the rock, screaming.

"Hey!!" I screeched, scraping my hands against the wall as hard as I was yelling for my life. "Guys I'm stuck!"

I knew they wouldn't hear me with water now coming to my knees.

My breath became quicker. I grabbed my knife, scraping at the handle with my finger. I had to calm down or I would never rationally find a way to get out.

The water quickly wrapped up to my waist. More stones from the top sides of the walls were pushed out. Water rushed out of those wounds in the walls.

My breath became extremely heavy, braking to the fact that I could have passed out at any moment. The air was already heavy and humid in the closed up room.

I forced myself to fiddle with the handle of my throwing knife. My breath still shuttered, and I felt so helpless. The water was almost to my elbows.

Then suddenly a spark flashed from my throwing knife, and I splashed water up out of shock.

I fiddled with the handle of knife again, flicking the exact spot that I had before. Just like turning on a lighter, I heard a small tick from my knife and it burst into flames.

I almost moved my hand, but then realized that the flame stayed directly on the blade, lighting up the dark room that I was stuck in.

"Jordan you sneaky bastard," I whispered.

I held my knife up like a torch, and I noticed that one stone on the top of the ceiling was a different color then the rest. It was a lighter color. The corners of the stone had less paving in them and the concrete holding it with the rest almost chipped off like paint.

I reached up at the ceiling, pushing away at the stone. It moved under my hand and my feeling of hopelessness left. I grabbed the rugged edge of the stone, scraping my fingernails helplessly.

The stone suddenly dropped in my hand, and I threw it in the water as the weight of the stone almost broke my wrist.

I pounded at the ceiling more and more stones fell landing and splashing in the water beside me. The water was almost to my neck, but I saw some light from the gaps in the ceiling.

I grabbed the ledge that the gaping opening of the ceiling had given me. I boosted myself up.

I sat in an empty room. I unwinded from the absolute chaos that I had just appeared in. The water seemed to be reaching its maximum entrance capacity before it entered the top room that I had found myself in.

The room had a glass room, leaving in lots of natural life. The walls were stone. The same color as the temple below me.

Also on a side note, my watch was working now. So I did the most obvious thing.

"Guys you need to hear this," I spoke into my watch.

*

So their it was. The prize of the first crypt. They seemed so glitzy at the time. They were so pizazz. Now it's just kinda - meh.

You can imagine my excitement when Sonja called us from her watch. We had reached three dead ends, and ran out of energy. The potion couldn't have been more then half drained from our systems, but here Sonja was almost drowning and she found the crypt.

I hadn't even realized Sonja had gone a different way. I was to busy writing everything in my journal. I was pretty oblivious to everything.

The walls of the room were the same stone that had become bland. Even with the writing and scrapes on it, the pattern seemed copy and pasted. I couldn't get over how something that would have been built so elaborately could become so plain.

The ceiling let in lots of natural light, being a simple sheet of glass. We didn't need lanterns or lights or magic fire.

The room below had drained down. They set up a mechanism to refill and fill a room. Someone was smart enough to make indoor plumbing out of rock and mud. Someone as smart as a god - or smarter.

On a pedestal sat a chest. The chest had a four key lock on it, but the key wasn't in English.

"Probably Latin," Wag answered, almost like he had read my thoughts. "Gods like using a dead language because most people can't translate."

Not that translation had mattered that moment in my head. I needed to know what that four key code could be. I needed to know what was in that chest.

Tom clapped his hands together, backed up, and sat on the ground. "Have fun with this smart kids."

Tom obviously didn't see himself as a smart kid.

The chest had markings on it, all embroidered in the blue tinted wood. I recognized some of the Latin. Other letters must have been completely knew because even Wag looked confused.

"Aqua is the Latin word for water," Sag explained.

I shot Wag this look that meant "I'm not stupid." But he was to busy translating the text on the chest to notice.

"That has four letters." Even though that was to obvious.

Wag seemed sure of it because I grabbed the lock and quickly tapped in the four Latin letters that spelled aqua.

The chest didn't move.

But the ground did. The ground shook, and I could tell from Sonja's horrified expression that this feeling was too similar. The temple was pulling one of its traps again.

Little pebbles rained from the ceiling. I could already hear the glass on top of us start to crack. The ground shook harder, and then the walls. Each stone was trying to push itself out of its designated spot.

"Wag!!" Tom yelled out, and even if he was still drunk he could still be mortified. "What the fuck did you do!?"

What the fuck did you do indeed!

"They must have the lock cursed," Wag shook out. I couldn't team if his words stammered because of the earthquake or how nervous he was.

"I thought they just used mechanisms here!" Wag cried out. Anxiety was rubbing off of him. He grabbed the lock with a shaking hand. "I'm so stupid!"

Wag tried to put in another four key code. The chest didn't like that and the ground shook even more.

It was almost like the air was shaking. My ears popped, and I landed on my back. The rough ground hit my spin and I started to feel this burning sensation in my lower back.

"I don't think it's puzzle solvable!!" Wag screamed sporadically. He shoved his hands through his hair. If Wag ran out of options we were screwed! "What monster wouldn't make this puzzle solvable!!"

"That's seriously the worse thing you think Mianite has done!" Sonja interrupted.

The stones started to crumble around us. Only a few were falling mostly small. One large stone almost fell on Tom's head making Tom shriek for his life. The crypt was falling apart, and we would be buried with it.

"OH FOR CHRIST SAKE!!" Tucker yelled. He stood up, gripping the walls to keep balance. He had some sort of mad furry in his eyes.

He grabbed the rock that almost smashed Tom into little bits. He staged it across the ground, stopping in front of the chest. He hoisted the rock on top of his head, and then, so suddenly, through the rock onto the chest.

He screamed. "IT'S JUST FUCKING WOOD. BRAKE IT YOU PHILOSOPHERS!" As he mutilated the poor chest. Wag and I could have researched that just saying.

Wag saw where this chaos was heading, and grabbed his spell book laying it on the ground. He reached into his tanned back and brought out a bunch of vials. He was going to try to teleport us home from here.

Tucker was already searching through the rubble of the chest. I went to help him.

There were only planks at first glance you would have thought that the chest was actually empty. Then I searched fatter and farther and my hand gripped something. That something felt bumpy, gritty.

I lifted the object up in front of me in wonder. I stared at a necklace with a simple sliver chain and at the bottom a gemstone. Not any gemstone, and gemstone that looked so rare that it could have only been found at the bottom of the sea. The gemstone held greens and blues. Every color that the sea could make.

Tucker had found a letter. Bent up and bruised, the parchment had strange wiring on it that hadn't faded with time. The ink was red. Blood red.

Tucker folded it up and quickly placed it in his pocket as the chaos unfolded around us.

"Hold in tight!" Wag yelled.

We were captured in a light, and my ears popped. I could feel every bit of me move at disproportional speeds. My bone marrow had to find a way to be small then it already was.

I was comforted by this feeling because I knew it was teleportation by now.

We all got thrown onto the floor of Wags tower. I could of kissed the stone floor because they didn't have carving on them. They were just grey and cold and not in a crypt.

We weren't in a crypt.

I felt in my pocket and dragged out the necklace.

It glistened even more outside of the water. It almost sparkled like the sun reflecting off a lake, and I swore I could here it trickle like a stream.

The gem was the sea. This dimensions sea.

And I wondered how Mianite got his hands on it.

The partial problem with my significance in this story is that I knew to much about fate. It's ways of making people do exactly what they want even if they thought they were fighting against the riptide. Most of the time fate wanted you to fight against the riptide. It made the game interesting for her.

The difference between me and the other Wizards is that I hated the games. I still hate the games. I hate our parts. I hate the fact that we can't change the lines even a little. We can't adapt to make the transition easier.

Dramatization is so much better then efficiency to fate. That's what fate does. She writes a good story. She writes a story to her.

I kept blissfully ignorant around them. Around people who didn't know their parts, they just played them. Their lives could have meaning because they still had to brave it to their goals. They still thought they had free will.

I knew better. I had seen fate in action. I saw every detail, every word, every event pan out like it was written. My part was to guide. Life become boring. My "brothers" dragged me through a story I had read a thousand times. I craved for something different.

Then an event shifted. A little girl who shouldn't have questioned anything did. A team that shouldn't have ventured out of their jungle did. A child heard a familiar voice before she should have.

The team met me, and when we found them standing in our temple, our unknown, it scared them. Me on the other hand I became excited. Life could change. Fate could be broken. Some hidden prophecy was just waiting to be unlocked had shown the key.

I knew who she was supposed to be, and instead of guiding her to fate as I had been told to, I was going to guide her to her to her goal. She would have to brave things - life, death, and the hollowness of pure nothing.

She - the person who had discovered our unknown - could destroy the lock that fate had on all of us.

I like to believe that's where this story truly began, but people argue otherwise as you've witnessed.

Very well the fact that I knew the gritty details of life, I also knew magic. Jordan knew science. We had made an excellent team. Then again, Jordan has the type of personality that makes him be a good teammate with everyone.

I shot down the idea that the ocean was in the necklace because of the ocean was in the necklace it couldn't be on the earth. I did believe though that the spirit of the ocean was in the necklace somehow.

The necklace held the presence of life in the ocean.

Let me brake it down because this might be difficult for someone who hasn't been studying magics for years.

The human soul is a very powerful currency, mostly because it's Gods' energy. The Gods would be so powerful and spiritually bigger then us with the normal capacity of power they originally have. When they use that energy to make worlds - which yes do include oceans - they loose some of that energy from themselves. That's why they take the forms of humans, a thing that a creature created from Gods can see.

I believe Mianite took enough of the energy that he had given to the ocean once. Just enough energy that he could make it into an object, but not enough that he would take the creation of the ocean away.

Those three crypts were based on old elements. Water, air, and fire, which were the elements philosophers a long time ago beloved to be true. I couldn't figure out where earth was, but I expected that Mianite hadn't got to it yet.

We had three more crypts to deal with. Mianite had taken energy from all of the elements I just mentioned. Why, I couldn't figure out.

He took that special amount of his energy back from the old elements, and for what he had planned to use them for couldn't be good.

The super weapon he could create from the pure form of this energy could kill. It could kill gods. It could kill things greater then gods.

Why he would want to try to get this pure energy, and hide it in a crypt didn't put a good feeling in my tummy.