Someone Broke That

Someone Broke That

It turned out that waiting in the church was a futile idea. The priests ushered everyone out at nightfall without the money in the collections box ever being moved. On second thought, Rain should have realized that the money wouldn’t be collected until the people were gone. The question was, when would it be moved? Did they do it every day or once a week? With no choice but to guess, Rain decided that a few hours before dawn was the best time to try her plan. If it failed the first time, she might still be able to try again.

With nothing better to do, Rain retrieved the coin she had hidden in a bush and used the back door of a closed shop to enter her library. She noticed the moment she entered the library that she could no longer feel the coin she had left in the collection box. Worried that something had happened to it, she stepped out of the library; the moment she was back in the real world, the connection reformed. She was relieved to see that the coin was alright; her plan would be dead if she lost a coin.

Rain stepped back into the library, and the connection disappeared again. Deciding to test her theory, she put her other coin on the ground inside the library and stepped out. The moment her head passed through the dark vale, the connection to the coin in the library vanished, and the link to the coin in the temple reappeared.

Her best guess was that the library was too far away from the rest of the world for her connection to work. This made her wonder how far she could hold a connection. She would have to find a way to test that sometime.

Heading back into the library for good, Rain went straight to the bed in her room. After listening to the priest all day, the screams and whispers from the books in the mist were like a soft lullaby.

A few hours later, Rain was back out in the world in a district a few blocks away from the temple, staring up into the stars. It would be dawn in a few hours, almost time for Rain to start the riskiest part of her plan.

Rain asked the stars to watch over her, then, taking a calming breath, set down a coin and warped to the one she had left in the temple.

This part of her plan was completely up to chance. Odds were she would end up near some corrupt priests' money-safe or an unemptied collections box. All Rain would have to do is grab as many valuable things as possible and warp back to the coin she left in the city.Nêww chapters will be fully updated at novelhall.com

What happened in reality was even better than she could have predicted. Rain found herself in a treasury. The walls were lined with chests of gold and silver. There were shelves of fine cloths and silks, piles of precious stones, and other valuable objects. Gold-covered statues with gems for eyes and fine swords were mixed in with the other treasure.

Seeing where she was, Rain had to revise her plans immediately. There was no way she would just fill her pockets and leave. This was an opportunity of a lifetime. It was time to test a few things.

Rain rushed over to the head of the statue and started beating on it with her hammer, deforming the side of its face and slowly breaking it off at the neck. Fortunately, the statue was hollow, or there was no way she could have ever broken it.

Before she could get the head off, Rain heard a voice from outside.

“Something's in the treasury, get the guards and ensure no one leaves the temple!”

“Yes, Pontiff,” a second voice said with the sound of running footsteps.

Rain redoubled her efforts, the head deforming more with each hit as the crack in the neck grew.

She could hear someone trying to open the door. However, like the man this morning, he couldn’t open it from that side while her portal was active.

“This is the work of another Prince of Darkness!” the outraged Pontiff said from just outside the vault. “I won’t allow this insult.”

With a reverent tone, the Pontiff began saying what sounded like a prayer. “Oh, mighty Agros, Lord of Lies Treachery and Deceit, one of your brother’s chosen conspires against you in your own stronghold. I implore you to rip away this barrier blocking me from punishing this vile intruder.”

As soon as the Pontiff began to pray, Rain sensed a pressure on her soul as a powerful energy attempted to forcefully shut the gateway to her library.

Straining to keep the portal open, Rain took one last swing at the statue, parting its head from the body. She jumped onto the head, wrapping her arm around it while holding the hammer in the other hand. Exhausted, she let the portal to her library get crushed as she warped away to the coin she had left for her escape route, taking her prize with her.