Chapter Six: Julien, The Voice, and a Dead Fish
It had been four months since Julien had visited the cave. He had often thought of the voice he had heard amidst the quiet solitude. He had contemplated the possibility of it being a work of his imagination; he had been, after all, considering desperation, toture and insanity. It would make sense that his boyish mind might play tricks on him.
But somehow, Julien doubted it. The voice had said, I have chosen you, and I have a secret for you, and he had bolted, running as fast and as far as his thin legs could carry him. He hadnt been back to the cave since. He had told no one of the voice, offering only a pathetic half-hearted excuse for the loss of the fishing rod upon facing his parents.
The voice. It had definitely spoken to
him. The voice was not his own, it had sounded distant, and yet intimate. Though frightening, it was seductive. In the four months, Julien had often wondered; What was the secret? What had the voice wanted to say to him? The more he considered it, and as time passed, he had felt less and less frightened. The same curiosity that drove him to find the quiet contemplative cave, gnawed at him.
Who had chosen him?
What was the secret? With the fear abating and his curiosity mounting, he had agonized over the idea of returning, until finally
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Julien stood at the entrance to the cave. It had changed little in the four months since he had last been here. The heat had abated a bit and the insects were not quite as bothersome. The vegetation had grown somewhat, but otherwise, everything appeared as it had been. The boy took a deep breath, hoisted the cudgel he had brought, more to reinforce his courage then for defending himself, and stepped into the cool shade of the caves entrance. Ducking low, he made his way through the convoluted crack that was the entrance to the cave and came into the larger cavern where he had first heard the voice. It was darker here, but not so dark that he could not see the cavern walls near the entrance or the sand and pebble floor where he had been laying on his last visit. He could even see the marks in the sand where he had run his fingers through the dirt. Studying the area, he was able to determine that the cave had been left completely undisturbed since his last visit.
Voice? Juliens own voice was hesitant. It sounded weak to him as it bounced off the dark recesses at the rear of the cavern. Truly, he wasnt really sure if he would receive an answer. Part of him was convinced that the experience
had been his imagination. Julien waited, running his hand along the wall, he felt his way further into the cavern, into the gloom he had not yet explored. Is anyone home? Julien tried to make his voice sound more confident, but it came out much softer, and more quiet then he had hoped. He cleared his throat, Voice? You wanted to tell me something, louder now.
Without warning, something wet and warm fell upon his forehead, striking him directly above the right eye. Before he could wipe it away, it had dribbled into his eye. Julien jumped back, suddenly afraid again, and whiped his forehead and eye with the back of his hand. He looked at his hand; whatever had dripped into his eye was clear: probably water. He smelled the back of his hand where he had wiped the liquid. Nothing. No wait. There was something to it. Only slight, almost overlooked, but it smelled like fish: slimy, scaly fish. Julien was puzzled. Looking up, he could see the cavern ceiling only 5-6 above him; there were no signs of moisture. Amidst the sand and pebbles all was dry; the floor had no signs of moisture either. So where had the drop come from? And why did it smell like fish, up here in the hills, so far from the river?
Then he heard it. There was the voice again. It seemed to slither into his thoughts, completely bypassing his ears in a manner so subtle it seemed like it had always been there. You have returned my disciple. Julien was frightened. Disciple? What was a disciple? He did not know this word. At the same time, he was excited, eager. The voice
had said that he was chosen. That meant he was special. And it had a secret for him. Julien was very eager to learn that secret.
Who are you? Where are you? Julien was very proud of the way his voice sounded now: confident, mature, adult even. He sounded like his father did when he was negotiating a price at the new market that had arisen in Jubilee.
The voice did not answer his questions. Instead it commanded him, Come Julien. I have a something I want you to see. In the distance, in the deep dark at the rear of the cave, he could see movement, shadows flickering in the gloom, like the dark waters of the river on a moonless cloudy night. With one hand, Julien traced the cavern wall and with the other, he gripped his cudgel so tightly his knuckles were turning white, though he did not know it. Tracing the wall, he stepped forward into the shadows and the dark. One step became two, then three, and soon he was much deeper into the blackness. The cavern, he learned, extended much further then he had ever guessed. The ceiling was lost in shadows and there was a distinct sense that proportions and dimensions were being
pulled away from him which made Julien dizzy. In a moment of panic, Julien spun around, looking for the caves entrance. There it was; he was safe. There was a way out still. Sunlight streamed weakly into the cavern. It was distant, but it was
real, his portal to normalcy, to family and neighbors, to foraging for nuts and hunting squirrels with a sling. He also realized that the cave entrance was somewhat above him; the path he had been following had been curved subtly downwards. He had been traveling into the heart of the earth without realizing it. None-the-less, with the reassurance of the caves entrance firmly in his mind, the brave little boy continued his dissent into the cavern. The path wound its way to and fro, backwards and forwards, narrowing at times, and at other times becoming rather steep. Julien could no longer see the cave entrance and there was very little light to see by, but he found that if he closed his left eye and sort of squinted his right, he could see well enough to find his way without falling or bumping himself painfully.
After what seemed like an hour, and descending for hundreds of feet through winding stone silence, Julien noticed a change in the air. The cavern had grown damper. There was a sheen of moisture on the walls and the sand wasnt quite so dusty and dry. Julien could smell the wet as well. The fish smell had returned, like the riverbank where the local fishermen cleaned their catch, though much fainter. Julien was excited now. After following this path for a long time, he was finally getting somewhere. Soon, he would learn the voices secret. Finally he came into a larger room echoing with the gentle lapping sound of water on a sandy shore. Above him he could see the shifting liquid sight of light reflected off water, but he could not see a pool or a river or any other source for the sound and smells, only dark.
Julien stepped further into the dark, abandoning the cavern wall and trusting his strange but wondrous vision that had guided him this far. Sploosh! His sandaled foot had suddenly stepped into something wet. Julien crouched down and could feel the pool before him, the source of the strange reflection, the faint fishy smell and the dampness. It was completely dark and even with his left eye shut as tight as it could go and his right eye squinted as best as it could, he could hardly discern the dark waters barely a foot from his face.
Enter the waters my child. I have a gift for you, the voice meandered serpentine-like through his head.
Julien had come this far. If he was going to be harmed; he could have been harmed already he thought. He felt committed. And the voice was offering him secrets and gifts. He had been chosen. Abandoning his doubts, Julien stepped into the dark water. The pool was cool but not cold, the waters still and unmoving despite the gentle lapping sound he had heard and dancing reflections saw. Julien spread his hands out, cudgel forgotten on the shore, and traced the waters surface with his boyish fingers. Voice? What do you want from me?
The answer surprised him. He had expected to hear the same soft and molten voice he had heard before sluicing through his mind. Instead, the voice he heard was definitely with his ears and not his mind. It still sounded watery, but it had form; it echoed softly throughout the cavern. It was immediate and it came from directly before him, Disciple, I will you make the greatest man to walk Erebus. I will bless you with gifts and knowledge. Together we will rule nations and command powers to rival Keelyn and her servants. You will fear nothing. As it spoke, a large albino fish, obviously blind with pupiless eyes, silently glided into view, long whiskers like a river-fish quivering, mouth awkwardly forming words it was never meant to speak. Julien was struck with a renewed sense of terror for not only did it speak, the fish defied nature. It was floating upside down, it stomach bloated and scales peeling, obviously having died some time ago.