All Chapters of Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER FOUR Morekish's days became a harmonious blend of training with the mountain pack and delving into the mystical arts passed down through his family's lineage. The mountain ash, now an even more integral part of his journey, responded to his presence with a luminous brilliance that mirrored the depth of his understanding. Under the guidance of his mother, Morekish honed his abilities to channel the cosmic energies that flowed through the nexus in the heart of the mountain straights. He discovered that the spotted coat, a mark of the guardian lineage, was not just a physical attribute but a manifestation of the cosmic threads that bound them to their sacred duty. The mountain pack, sensing Morekish's growing prowess, welcomed him as one of their own. Together, they patrolled the mountain straights, safeguarding the nexus from any malevolent forces that sought to breach its boundaries. Morekish felt a deep connection to the pack, their howls echoing through the mountainous terr

Tom left that arena not knowing how to feel though his body is still feeling groggy, he needs to bathe. In a way, he felt surprisingly relieved, maybe he loves their help though he does not know how it will come, it sounds anyway, pretty sniffy but relieving to find a headrest for his poor overstressed skull. In a way, he's not relaxed. He's watched without knowing it. Only them? Better be. He strode into his tent, went to where he hid some of his money, gazed around as he doesn't trust his tranquil environment anymore. He extracted the cash from a purse and decided to find a strap and start hanging the purse over his neck, he no longer trusts the security of his tent. Turning around a white robe passed by the door of his tent and he jumped, but the white robe seems just to be passing by, he made a mental note to be closing the door of his tent every time even if the heat inside is threatening to roa

As they stepped into the cave-like entrance through the corner of the pyramid, they heard echoes of footsteps. Very few guards were lazily sleeping by the side in a perfunctory manner to cover for the praying group while one or two of them were shuffling around, yawning and muttering of which a non-Egyptian can not make out.  Some of the invading group members became alarmed. They thought that since they have managed to isolate and evade the guard group manning the entrance that it will be a hitch-free ride. However, as some weak-minded and unsteady ones were beginning to whisper and make whimpering noises, Ruput's hand appeared in the air, he brought it to his lips and opened the side of his robe, a purple bottle with a stopper surfaced along with his hand, he pulled the stopper and pressed the top of the bottle and a wifty dreamy aroma suffused the air. With his hands, he beckoned on them to move f

Deeper and deeper into the maze Tom and his group went. They followed a particular passageway down. They have been walking for about eight hours straight now and they are beginning to sweat. After some turns, they arrived at a junction that resembles a conglomeration of halls. Tom consulted his map and compass again and whispered,    "Seems to be the hall on the left, adjacent to the one with the broken door."   "What did you say? " a member of the group asked.   "We are heading right. " Ruput answered.    "What? " Tom asked bewildered.    "You are reading the compass wrong. It's upside down. " Ruput coolly answered.  

Tom felt a stinging sense of relief that he couldn't help shouting despite himself and the circumstances.    "Hei! At last. Hmmmm" his chest rose and fell and he slumped there and fell asleep.    Over on the other side of the pyramid, an ocean of cataclysmic proportions has formed under the beams of one of the upended pyramid torches. A swish of a robe and a glimpse of a swollen eye, she brought her face up to the full illumination of the lights. Heidi, it is.    There on the floor of the brazen pyramid grounds, she sat like a heap of crumpled snorkack. Time has passed, days probably as there is no way she can calculate sitting there in the dingy interior of the pyramid. But one thing is sure, Tom is not coming out. Should have sounded awful yet did not. She h