The Staircase Shaped Door

A guard brought Sauth and Jubar something to eat. “You two disgrace us all and the Creator.” He tossed the bananas into the cell, making sure the bananas hit the wall―bruising them and smashing a few. “Animals is what you both are and you deserve to be treated like them.”

Sauth created a writing motion with his hand at the guard in a pleading manner.

“That will never happen.” The guard replied. “I don’t want to hear or in your case, see what you have to say.” He laughed and walked away, mimicking Sauth’s writing motion. “I love it.” He laughed again and cockily walked down the purple and red prison halls.

Sauth’s life glow faded more and he looked up to Jubar. They both shook their heads with concern and ate the bananas.

The Daulper scout returned from the city and scurried back through the portal―marched over the dry grounds of Dulvopler back to the hives. They were not hard to find, the structures were the only thing standing on this desolate planet. The hive stood nearly as high as Zorauth Canyon was deep and were beautifully made. They looked like wasp nests. The swirls looked like you were looking into a cup of freshly made cappuccino, right down to the orange and brown color. How an evil race could create such beauty is unfathomable.

The insect race were fighting and eating each other, a ferocious female Daulper was protecting her eggs in one of the hives den. The Daulper scouts screeched to the others and motioned the nest to follow them. Hundreds of Daulpers followed them to the portal and passed through it. Soon the planet of Veraunauth was under attack, the grass, trees and wild life was being devoured. The city of Resarauth was not prepared for the assault that was looming across the bridge of Zorauth canyon.

Sauth continued to try and receive something to write with. The silence spell that was cast upon Sauth and Jubar prevented them to speak or use their powers at all. Every time the guard passed, Sauth pleaded with him for a writing utensil. To try and inform him that he felt something big was about to happen. The guard continued to laugh and mimicked him every time. He even made unnecessary patrols by the cell, just to see Sauth attempt to get something from him. He took great pleasure in it. Jubar never attempted to communicate with the guard. He always sat there meditating in prayer.

The Daulpers marched through Vintar’s pass. The pass full of luscious vegetation was no longer visible. It was now a raging river of dark green scales. The first wave of Daulpers was about to crash on the shore that is Resarauth. The Daulpers marched and quickly ran across the bridge of Zorauth. Dust from the bridge flew up drawing attention to the tower guard of the church in the clouds. The Daulpers squeezed and shoved alongside each other. Members of the huge swarm were falling over the sides to their death. The bell tower of the church in the clouds rang, it did not ring its hourly melody or ring for the daily event was about to happen. The bell rang a loud piecing melody of fear. Panic came over the city. Citizens were running for their lives and taking cover in their homes. The Moogalyte Arch Warriors, Warriors and Shaman could not assemble fast enough. The speed and agility of the Daulper is uncanny. Before the Arch-Moogalytes’ could put up the defensive walls, the wave had already breached the city. Myklar led his Shamans down the gold pathway of the church in the clouds. The Daulpers’ left out a haunting, booming screech in unison―causing the remaining civilians to scramble. Some froze in fear and their life-glows faded. The Daulpers’ hurled acid out their mouths. The acid was launched at a perfect forty degree angle. Sixty Moogalytes were burnt and dissolved into the ground from the acid tsunami.