The Locket Sagrado
A Holes Fanfiction: Revised
A dark, shadowy figure glided stealthily and silently across the dingy old hovel. Their face was shielded from the black magic in the air by a bewitched cloak, the figure moved slowly, taking time to inspect even the smallest of things; like the fine layer of dust on that table over there or the cracked mirror of a mahogany vanity.
The dark figure sat in an under stuffed armchair, sighed, and stared around the room, there was nothing of real worth in the hovel. Nothing worth seeing.
Nothing worth stealing.
There was a deep rumble, like a minor earthquake deep underground, a large, round shape materialized. It had rough, earth colored scales and long ivory teeth peeking out from its immense mouth. Tiny, leathery, brown, bat like wings where mounted on its back and a long, spiky, lethal looking tail thrashed around in obvious impatience.
"Good evening, Bestia Redonda. What do I owe this pleasant meeting?" The figure spoke silkily, like a serpent. There was a definite feminine tone to the voice; as well as an air of bored amusement. One would not think she was talking to a giant beast, a comrade perhaps, but not a big, round beast with large, pointy teeth.
"You know what I want, The Locket Sagrado. Give it to me or I will cast you into the next dimension, you know I can, esclavo!" rumbled the beast, his impatience showing up clearly on his face.
"I have a name, Bestia! You would do well to remember it!" The female figure yelled. The pleasant courtesy that was formerly in her voice long departed.
Bestia just laughed, it was a horrible sound, like an avalanche of scorn and hate melded into a singular, horrible, throaty cackle. The figure shuddered violently at the sound.
"Of course, I simply beg your pardon, Sage. Where are my manners?" he growled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Enough, I tire of this meaningless conversation. You are an amenaza malvada if there ever was one! Give me the locket sagrado! You have until three, esclavo!"
"Never." Sage, the shadowy figure, said quietly.
"Three….Goodbye, foolish whelp! Make no mistake; I will come for the locket! I just hope you enjoy living in another dimension, cut off from all you love, in the meantime!" cackled Bestia.
There was a blinding flash of violet light, a sharp sound like the crack of a whip and the overwhelming smell of black magic.
It was then that Sage knew that she would never again see her own dimension; the purpose of her being was now to protect the Locket Sagrado from Bestia.
Be it the last thing she ever did.
And that was likely to be the case.
The next thing she saw was certainly not what she expected.
Holes as far as the eye could see.