Empty Memory

How Anqearo, Thono, and Daerona survived the terribly trapped tomb.

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This continues from A Grave Warning. If you haven’t read that yet, start there. It’s short. We’ll wait.


Anqearo knelt before the tomb door, cursing her creaking joints.  Thank the gods her contract with Daerona was almost fulfilled.  She’d coughed her way through enough dusty ruins for a lifetime.  Assuming that slime honored his end of the deal, that is.  Which seemed increasingly unlikely.

Whispering the incantation, her fingers hovered as near to the seal as she dared.  She concentrated, drowning out every sound, ignoring the sweat dripping down her temples.

Leaning back on her heels, Anqearo frowned.  The trap was so advanced she couldn’t even identify it.  Out of good options, then.

What she considered doing was against the law in every civilized land, and most uncivilized ones too.  But Daerona’s plan would get them all killed.

“Well?”  His bark grated from behind her.

“I can’t tell whether it’s intact,” she lied.  Turning, she tried dissuading him with a scowl.  “You’re still intent on going through?”

Daerona snarled.  “Are you trying to countermand my orders?  You wouldn’t dare.”  His thick-cheeked smile was even nastier than his snarl.

That narrowed it down.  “I need time to prepare the right spells.”  She couldn’t trust him wandering around the rest of the temple, not with Thono testing every danger for him.  “I’ll be in the antechamber.  Keep quiet.  And if you want to live, do not touch that seal.”

*        *       *

Anqearo stood before the tomb entrance, Thono and Daerona behind her.  She motioned them forward.  “If I can see you, it’s easier for me to protect you.”

Big Thono moved up on her left, slumping as though not yet used to this adult body.  Round Daerona appeared to her right, his garishly striped tunic and turban the only colors this side of the Black Oasis market.

“Close your eyes for this first spell.  The flash could blind you.”

She raised her silver-wrapped arms and chanted.  When she opened her hands, bright lights sparked from her palms.

*        *       *

Anqearo lay still, feigning unconsciousness, until she heard Daerona moving.  She listened to him shuffling toward her, forcing herself to stay limp.  Predictably, he kicked her leg.

“Wake up.  What went wrong?”

Anqearo stirred, shook her head in mock confusion, filled her voice with rage.  “What?  You almost got us killed, that’s what went wrong!  I saved your imbecilic ass and this is the appreciation you give me?”


She pointed at the tomb door.  “You’re lucky she wasn’t there anymore, and that some of the traps hadn’t reset.  That could have been much worse.”

Daerona looked around the stone chamber, everything in shambles, then down at his ripped tunic.  “But…”

Anqearo’s concern was real.  “You don’t remember anything?  The empty tomb?  The attacking spirits?”

He stared at the door a while and nodded.  “Uh… I remember some of it, yes.  Open tomb.  Spirits.  Right.  It’s blurry.”  He held his head, squinting in pain.  “But the door, it’s still sealed.”

On her feet now, Anqearo slapped his arm.  “It’s magic, you idiot!”

She moved to Thono, gently rocked him.  “Thono, how are you feeling?”

His first expression upon waking was fear, as always.  Seeing her, he smiled and blinked.  “Hello.  I was sleeping.  Did I miss something?”

Anqearo patted his arm, brushed the hair off his forehead.  “No, don’t worry about it.”

Looking up, it was her turn to panic.  “Daerona, stop!  Don’t touch that seal!”

He growled.  “I’m not touching.  I’m looking.  Now that we know what’s in there, you can prepare better for next time.”

“Next time?  Daerona, you saw what was in there—nothing.  Unless you want to risk your life to retrieve the bodies of those who failed before us, to give them an honorable burial?”

Daerona sneered at the suggestion.

Anqearo returned the expression.  “I didn’t think so.  We’re too late for whatever treasure was once buried here, and we’re lucky to be so.”  She stomped around the room, retrieving items swept into messy piles in the corners.  “I did my part.  I went in, I saved us all.  Now I’m leaving.”

She had her bag almost full before Daerona stopped grumbling and began picking up his own things.

Thono was still seated, staring at the tomb door.

Anqearo touched his shoulder.  “Thono, get your bag.”

“But I’m confused.  I was just sleeping.”

She had considered planting memories in him too, but his poor mind was already so jumbled.  “I know, honey.  It’s fine.  Come on, we have to go.”  She held her hand out to help him stand.  He took it.


For more stories about these characters, check out How Not to Explore Ancient Temples and its follow-up, Steps Up.


16 thoughts on “Empty Memory

    • Thank you Sammi! I tried to get a little sense of the tomb in there without necessarily giving tons of description. I’m glad the characters are coming through. The more I think about them, the more I think I might want to write more of their story, hm…

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      • I like that you feel like the characters are coming to you rather than you creating the characters. I think it makes them come across organic and natural. I like to think of characters as real people I have to meet and get to know as I write haha 🙂 Nice blog btw!

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      • Thanks Jaden! Glad you like the blog — and the characters. Yeah, if you try to force the characters, I find it doesn’t work as well. I put down a few of the puzzle pieces and have to let the rest of it fill itself in, in a way that makes sense.


  1. A great continuation, Joy. 🙂 Anqearo’s a very smart lady. I love the way she tricks the detestable Daerona – and the way that is revealed in the last paragraph is excellent. I like Thono, too. He’s a good ‘Simple Simon’ type of character that works so well against the smart or scheming ones. I’ll look forward to the next part of this (if there is one), 🙂

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    • Thanks Millie! She really is a clever one, although she’d better hope Daerona never figures out what she did! This is the first time I’ve written four (!) stories about the same characters, and at this point I’m working up their whole background on the side. For instance, how did someone as smart as Anqearo end up in a contract like this with Daerona? You might be surprised…. Yes that’s right: yet another novel idea, this one filled with adventure and tragedy, betrayal and redemption. Which is super fun, but who has time for all this writing?


      • Ideas come fast and furious, and it’s so frustrating when you can’t get them written straight away. I really can’t complain, since I’ve retired – I have far more time than you have, with your daily work. You do brilliantly to do as much as you do, Joy! I’m very impressed with your writing. You have a great style, and have no need of lessons in punctuation and grammar, as do many people who want to write books!
        Keep at it…you’ll get that book editing finished and be writing the next one before you know it.

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      • I really appreciate such kind praise, Millie, and the encouragement too! I can’t relate to writers who have a hard time getting ideas on what to write about; I’m totally the opposite, with tons more ideas than I could ever finish writing. Well, I’ll keep plugging away and see how far I get. 😉


      • Let’s see…. sleep spell to knock them out, maybe something to simulate the damage from the supposed attack (or she could just do that manually), and something like modify memory (that’s the illegal one). Keep in mind that my magic system has deviated pretty substantially from the standard d20 3.5 lists I started with. It turns out that the spells for role-playing adventurers aren’t very believable for what people would actually develop and use in most real life situations.

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