A new scent permeated the air – it was fear. He tasted it with a forked tongue. All but the old man seemed to back away from him. Unwavering eyes kept their gaze locked upon him and a small, satisfied smile curled the ends of the old man’s long thin lips.
“Earth – the first of the elements,” the voice said. It came from the old man, yet his lips did not move. “Where is your sister, the element of air?”
He was perplexed. Earth? Elements? What was the old man talking about? And if the old man did not know where my sister is, then where can she be?
He tried to remember what happened, but the memories eluded him. When he remained silent, the old man stood up. Despite a bony frame, the old man conveyed a portentous presence that loomed over him like a cumulonimbus cloud threatening to storm.
“Speak boy! Where is the element of air?”
Finding his voice, he said, “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
Fingers crackling with lightning, the old man raged, “You dare deny me the answers I seek? I, the ruler of the underworld? Then feel the power of my wrath!”