Coal raced up the stairs to secure the door to the cellar and to assure himself that nobody had heard the noise. He turned to stair back in to the gloomy room below focusing on the manual that still laid open on the floor.
Nudging itself from under Coals shirt collar, the light spirit shivered as it peaked out to guage the surroundings "Its safe little guy, it was just a cat aparently." Relieved, the light spirit whiped its brow and crawled out to settle on Coals shoulder.
Coal turned back twords the door. He felt it now imperative he tell the headmaster what had occured and return the manual. But first, he thought as he reached for the doornob, he would find Xan and try to figure out... "POWER...." ...Coal froze as the molten words sent spikes of ice through his spine. "I can give you...POWER..." Coal turned back in a placid trance, swet beading on his forehead terror trced around his eyes. "COAL.....!"
The moment blanks from Coals mind, and before he realizes what's happened he's seated in front of the book again. His light spirit shivering and clutching his collar. In a daze he reaches for the page and smooths it back, bends over and continues reading...
'Chasqui looked on in terrified wonder, a golden Idol stood atop a pedestal made of stone. Though the rock was weathered and overgrown with brush, the Idol glimmered magnificantly in the light of an unseen fire. The linear face grotesquely carved to represent one of the great Incan Gods, was adorned with two large sparkling rubies for eyes and a a row where his mouth should be. Chasqui heard words as clear as if they were spoken by himself eminating from the Idol. "Look upon me Chasqui, I can give you that which you have longed for...power."
"Who are you?" Chasqui asked, moving cautiously forward. "I am the enemy of those who have betrayed you, I am he who has rescued you from certain death, and, I am he who will grant you the Power you long for." The Idol entranced Chasqui, its words melodic. Chasqui now stood only severl feet away. "I am cursed by Inti, like yourself, and I am here to remain unless another helps me to release my power. In return, I will bestow this power unto you. Forever."
Chasqui stood pondering the posibilites. Never to be mocked or laughed at again. To be able to take any wife he wished. To get even with the guards who humiiated him so much. Maybe even to assume the place of the Sapa himself...
"What must be done." He said his mind submitting to the song of the Idol. "It is simple, all you must do, is repeat after me. Say this ritual blessing, and I will be set forth and you will have what you have longed for."'
Coal reads on, the golden Idol in the story chants a ritual who's words, though unknown to Coal in any language, still mortify him with fear. A final spectacular bolt of lightening flashes across the sky and strikes the student built lightning rod on the rooftop, sending it flying off trailed by smoke a mesmerizingly eerie whistle accompaning its rotations. The smoking five foot iron post crashes through the cellar window spinning wildly straight for Coal. Frightened beyond its comprehention, the little light spirit vanishes just as the rod squewers itself in the concrete floor directly between Coals quivering legs and arcing outward as an imense falic symbol. Coal sat in darkness, untill the proximity of the smoking rod to his erect cock stirred his mind back to conciousness.