Dark Caves Pt. 2

Dark Caves Pt. 2

Emerald blasted through the doorway, Rhode right behind her. “S-sorry we’re late General.” Emerald huffed as she scanned the room with her quick eyes, seeing her stout, powerful, quick friend, Bronze standing with Silver, a tall, silent boy with white hair and grey eyes, yet no age was weighed upon him.
“It’s fine, Emerald you weren’t that late. Only by a few minutes.” Silver murmured. His bright grey eyes shined like stars in the dark, cold night sky. A TV screen was hanging from the ceiling, a man was seen through the screen. His dark hair, pale face scanning the four children. Then, he spoke; “I have called you here for a reason, as you may know already.” The children nodded in reply. “I have found a Cave, this one, unusual, whenever humans go in, they never come back. I want you to check it out immediately. I already have a jet ready outside.” ” Yes sir!” The children shouted in unison.
Bronze, sprinted through the great doors to go outside. Nobody was even close to him. He stood outside, letting the Sun wash against his red-gold hair. He scanned the ground around him, stone replaced the fresh green grass that lived there so long ago. The trees, turned to statues-wooden statues, showing weapons and their wielders. The sky, almost grey from pollution from the facility. For him, when he was brought her, only two taken from his family–the sky was lighter, like a blue. Until he came, destroying all of the beautiful artwork. Except for these five statues. One was made of oak. To the far left, the wielder had bronze eyes, and his weapon an axe, also crafted from the oak tree, had a blade of bronze, and his shoes had one bronze circle at the top. The next one was birch. The wielder was female this time, her eyes a smooth emerald. Just like the tips of her long, thin knives. The one in the middle. It was a beautiful rose wood. The wielder was a male tall with golden eyes. In his hand he held a staff. Each side was a blade with the capability of easily slicing steel. It was like two swords, connected into one powerful staff. To his right, a little girl shaped out of a weeping willow holding twin blades, she bore rhodolite eyes and her sword blades were the same. She looked nervous, but about to attack too, like she was worried for her victim. The last statue, made out of a white wood the Bronze didn’t know the name of, was a mysterious, tall, young male. He held a bow and was notching it, with a quiver filled with silver-tipped arrows. His eyes, a cool silver metal, just like the arrows on his back.
“Bronze, what are you doing? You’re just staring into space or some’tin’.” Wondered Emerald. “Yeah, sorry, I zoned out.” Replied Bronze. “You are always doing that nowadays, whatever lets get to the ship.” Sighed Emerald.