The ruins at Delphi were among the most famous in all the world. It was here that Apollo had wrested control of the Oracle from Gaia by defeating her great serpent; here that generations of Ancient Greeks had come to petition the Pythia for news of their future. Even now, centuries later, the place resonated with power, filled with tourists and academics alike, all wanting to touch what little had been left behind by those great figures of myth and legend. Yet Delphi held one secret very close to its heart, a secret only discovered by those who were meant to find it. Avalon had chosen well when it had sent its Champion and Priestess to seek out the Rod of Asclepius, though Nat found that debatable in this precise moment.
The caverns beneath the ruins were real, yes, but they were only accessible by means of a tiny tunnel cut into the rock that opened onto the sea. Which meant that both Rhys and Nat were dealing with their respective forms of claustrophobia as they navigated their way through the dark space, not to mention Nat's acute terror of the water that reached to her chest. She hadn't stopped swearing in her native Russian since they'd entered the tunnel, wishing every second for it to open out and let them free of the oppressive crush of water below and rock above.
"All I have to say is..." Rhys started, grunting his way through a particularly tight passage, "...this thing better be worth it." As if it wasn't enough that it was dark and dank and cramped, it had to be cold and wet, too. At least, the agents who'd preceded them had warned them about what they'd encountered, though in Rhys' experience, there was always something unexpected, no matter how well prepared they were. He paused a moment as he almost got stuck, but let out a breath and somehow managed to wiggle his way through the tight space. "You okay?" he asked, in a hushed voice. There was no telling who or what might be listening, but he needed to hear her voice and know she was all right. Neither of them was very fond of closed in dark spaces, but she had the added fear of water to deal with.
"....nezakonnorozhdennym synom shesti oblapannaya krysy..." Nat jumped as Rhys spoke to her, ceasing her monologue on all things curse-worthy. Her hand groped toward him in the darkness - smaller than he was, the water was brushing her chin as they moved along, but she had little difficulty wriggling through the gaps that were giving him trouble. "You want honesty or politeness?" she asked him through clenched teeth, torn between panic and tears and only managing to stay calm because he was with her.
"Politeness, I think. Lie to me all you want. I'm good with that," he told her, his fingers reaching for hers. "I shouldn't have had that last donut," he grumbled under his breath. He hoped they were wrong about snakes. Just the thought of anything swimming around in the water with them was enough to send him into a panic, which was why he wasn't thinking about that right now. He'd heard her swearing and he knew her well enough to know this was pushing her to the very brink of panic. "It's okay. If the others made it through, we'll make it, too," he assured her, trying to believe that himself.
Politeness it was, then. "I have been better," was what she eventually told him, gripping his fingers tightly as they edged along. "No one said the water would be so high." But blessedly, they were almost at the end of the painfully small opening. Just a few feet beyond Rhys, the rock above them rose from a few inches to a couple of dozen feet, the walls on either side opening out into a vast cavern. Steps led up to dry rock, an enclosed maze-like walkway among the lapping water that led, inexorably, toward the far end of the vast space.
"Maybe it's rained since then," he suggested, wincing a little as he shoved himself through the tight rocks. Thankfully, his clothing should protect him from cuts and scrapes, but he had a feeling they were both going to be hurting later, assuming they got out of this alive, and he refused to think otherwise. He breathed a sigh of relief as he squeezed through the last tight passage and found the space opening up. He turned, holding fast to Nat's hand until she, too, squeezed her way through. He wasn't looking forward to going back the way they came, and with any luck, they wouldn't have to.
She was shaking by the time he pulled her out of the tight little passage, only too grateful for a little dry rock to sink down on and try to get control of herself once again. "That was not a pleasant experience, milaya," she informed him, though it had been her idea in the first place. He'd been all for planting explosives and going in at a run from dry land. She raised her head, blinking as her eyes adjust to what little light there was. It seemed to be emanating from a niche set in the far, far wall, from torches flickering with flame. "Does this seem too easy to you?"
While she sat and caught her breath, he took a moment to take a take a look at their surroundings. He flicked the switch on his flashlight and brought it to bear on the rocky space around them, noticing the light in the not too far off distance that seemed to be beckoning them forward. "Easy' Are you crazy' I felt like the cream in an Oreo cookie back there." He frowned as he turned back around and crouched down beside her, offering her a water bottle, though they had just been surrounded by the stuff. They were both soaked through to the skin, but thankfully, so far, their only obstacle had been the rocks and the water.
Taking a sip from the water bottle, she met his eyes with a faint smile. "Where was the test?" she asked him. They knew by now that the Rod had punished both agents for not accepting the test it had set them to prove their worthiness to hold it, but there had been no clues as to when the test would be revealed, or even how they were going to know when it was in front of them.
Rhys turned again to survey their surroundings, his focus on that gleam of light in the distance. "My guess is we haven't gotten that far yet. I mean, I don't see any Rod around here, do you?" He paused a moment as a thought came to him that he'd been mulling over for a while now. "You don't think there are any snakes down here, do you?" He hadn't been able to get that image of the thing out of his mind, wondering if the snake was real or just a symbol. He'd read the history of it, the mythology behind it, but that didn't really tell them what to expect exactly, and the agents had no recollection of what had happened to them.
"I do not know," she told him, lifting her hands. "Help me up." With a groan, and his help, she found her feet again, glad to find that her shaking had abated now they had taken a moment to recover from what had been a distinctly daunting trip from the rocky beach at the base of the cliffs. "I would have expected to see the snake already, if it was down here." She squeezed the water from her jacket, looking toward the lit niche. "I think we need to go that way."
He took a swig of water from the bottle, careful not to drink too much. While there seemed to be water aplenty down here, they had no idea if it was safe to drink, and Rhys wasn't taking any chances. "Maybe we haven't proven our worthiness yet," he suggested, remembering what they'd gone through once upon a time to prove themselves worthy of possessing Joyeuse, the Sword of Charlemagne. He helped her to her feet, glad to find her shaking had subsided a little. He leaned over to press an almost protective kiss against her temple while she squeezed the water from her jacket. "I think blue jeans might have been a bad idea," he grumbled, hoping he didn't come out of the chafed, though that was probably the least of his worries. "Can't say I blame Ana for screaming when she's got a wet diaper." He glanced toward the niche, shining his flashlight that way to see if he could determine the best route.
The caverns beneath the ruins were real, yes, but they were only accessible by means of a tiny tunnel cut into the rock that opened onto the sea. Which meant that both Rhys and Nat were dealing with their respective forms of claustrophobia as they navigated their way through the dark space, not to mention Nat's acute terror of the water that reached to her chest. She hadn't stopped swearing in her native Russian since they'd entered the tunnel, wishing every second for it to open out and let them free of the oppressive crush of water below and rock above.
"All I have to say is..." Rhys started, grunting his way through a particularly tight passage, "...this thing better be worth it." As if it wasn't enough that it was dark and dank and cramped, it had to be cold and wet, too. At least, the agents who'd preceded them had warned them about what they'd encountered, though in Rhys' experience, there was always something unexpected, no matter how well prepared they were. He paused a moment as he almost got stuck, but let out a breath and somehow managed to wiggle his way through the tight space. "You okay?" he asked, in a hushed voice. There was no telling who or what might be listening, but he needed to hear her voice and know she was all right. Neither of them was very fond of closed in dark spaces, but she had the added fear of water to deal with.
"....nezakonnorozhdennym synom shesti oblapannaya krysy..." Nat jumped as Rhys spoke to her, ceasing her monologue on all things curse-worthy. Her hand groped toward him in the darkness - smaller than he was, the water was brushing her chin as they moved along, but she had little difficulty wriggling through the gaps that were giving him trouble. "You want honesty or politeness?" she asked him through clenched teeth, torn between panic and tears and only managing to stay calm because he was with her.
"Politeness, I think. Lie to me all you want. I'm good with that," he told her, his fingers reaching for hers. "I shouldn't have had that last donut," he grumbled under his breath. He hoped they were wrong about snakes. Just the thought of anything swimming around in the water with them was enough to send him into a panic, which was why he wasn't thinking about that right now. He'd heard her swearing and he knew her well enough to know this was pushing her to the very brink of panic. "It's okay. If the others made it through, we'll make it, too," he assured her, trying to believe that himself.
Politeness it was, then. "I have been better," was what she eventually told him, gripping his fingers tightly as they edged along. "No one said the water would be so high." But blessedly, they were almost at the end of the painfully small opening. Just a few feet beyond Rhys, the rock above them rose from a few inches to a couple of dozen feet, the walls on either side opening out into a vast cavern. Steps led up to dry rock, an enclosed maze-like walkway among the lapping water that led, inexorably, toward the far end of the vast space.
"Maybe it's rained since then," he suggested, wincing a little as he shoved himself through the tight rocks. Thankfully, his clothing should protect him from cuts and scrapes, but he had a feeling they were both going to be hurting later, assuming they got out of this alive, and he refused to think otherwise. He breathed a sigh of relief as he squeezed through the last tight passage and found the space opening up. He turned, holding fast to Nat's hand until she, too, squeezed her way through. He wasn't looking forward to going back the way they came, and with any luck, they wouldn't have to.
She was shaking by the time he pulled her out of the tight little passage, only too grateful for a little dry rock to sink down on and try to get control of herself once again. "That was not a pleasant experience, milaya," she informed him, though it had been her idea in the first place. He'd been all for planting explosives and going in at a run from dry land. She raised her head, blinking as her eyes adjust to what little light there was. It seemed to be emanating from a niche set in the far, far wall, from torches flickering with flame. "Does this seem too easy to you?"
While she sat and caught her breath, he took a moment to take a take a look at their surroundings. He flicked the switch on his flashlight and brought it to bear on the rocky space around them, noticing the light in the not too far off distance that seemed to be beckoning them forward. "Easy' Are you crazy' I felt like the cream in an Oreo cookie back there." He frowned as he turned back around and crouched down beside her, offering her a water bottle, though they had just been surrounded by the stuff. They were both soaked through to the skin, but thankfully, so far, their only obstacle had been the rocks and the water.
Taking a sip from the water bottle, she met his eyes with a faint smile. "Where was the test?" she asked him. They knew by now that the Rod had punished both agents for not accepting the test it had set them to prove their worthiness to hold it, but there had been no clues as to when the test would be revealed, or even how they were going to know when it was in front of them.
Rhys turned again to survey their surroundings, his focus on that gleam of light in the distance. "My guess is we haven't gotten that far yet. I mean, I don't see any Rod around here, do you?" He paused a moment as a thought came to him that he'd been mulling over for a while now. "You don't think there are any snakes down here, do you?" He hadn't been able to get that image of the thing out of his mind, wondering if the snake was real or just a symbol. He'd read the history of it, the mythology behind it, but that didn't really tell them what to expect exactly, and the agents had no recollection of what had happened to them.
"I do not know," she told him, lifting her hands. "Help me up." With a groan, and his help, she found her feet again, glad to find that her shaking had abated now they had taken a moment to recover from what had been a distinctly daunting trip from the rocky beach at the base of the cliffs. "I would have expected to see the snake already, if it was down here." She squeezed the water from her jacket, looking toward the lit niche. "I think we need to go that way."
He took a swig of water from the bottle, careful not to drink too much. While there seemed to be water aplenty down here, they had no idea if it was safe to drink, and Rhys wasn't taking any chances. "Maybe we haven't proven our worthiness yet," he suggested, remembering what they'd gone through once upon a time to prove themselves worthy of possessing Joyeuse, the Sword of Charlemagne. He helped her to her feet, glad to find her shaking had subsided a little. He leaned over to press an almost protective kiss against her temple while she squeezed the water from her jacket. "I think blue jeans might have been a bad idea," he grumbled, hoping he didn't come out of the chafed, though that was probably the least of his worries. "Can't say I blame Ana for screaming when she's got a wet diaper." He glanced toward the niche, shining his flashlight that way to see if he could determine the best route.