Part 3
“Yes!” Loize and I say at the same time.
“Then, let’s go!” Says Thraex-kra-a—Glorm. He picks us up by the shoulders, Then circles into the air. He moves with practiced precision, keeping a steady pace, a steady altitude. Then, out of no-where, he dives, spiraling through the air, curving into a cave. He lands running, jumps a plume of fire, then ducks under a crystalline protrusion from the ceiling. He continues, through a cold, dark, creepy section of the cave where blue, eye-like pinpoints of light penetrate the darkness-but only barely. They really look like eyes. “Sorry, wrong way!” Says the dragon. “I did not mean to go through the cavern of the dead!” He continues through more tunnels, but all the rest, like the fire tunnel, enjoy a comfortable warmth. The cave ends in a warm tunnel of gemstones, each one glowing a different color, but none the same color as the little, cold pinpoints of light in the cavern of the dead.
“The cavern of light.” Says the dragon. “My favorite part.”
“Hey,” says Louize, “remember how all of this started? With that competition.”
“Yeah,” I say, thinking back to how I won the two tickets, how all of this started.
“Yes!” Loize and I say at the same time.
“Then, let’s go!” Says Thraex-kra-a—Glorm. He picks us up by the shoulders, Then circles into the air. He moves with practiced precision, keeping a steady pace, a steady altitude. Then, out of no-where, he dives, spiraling through the air, curving into a cave. He lands running, jumps a plume of fire, then ducks under a crystalline protrusion from the ceiling. He continues, through a cold, dark, creepy section of the cave where blue, eye-like pinpoints of light penetrate the darkness-but only barely. They really look like eyes. “Sorry, wrong way!” Says the dragon. “I did not mean to go through the cavern of the dead!” He continues through more tunnels, but all the rest, like the fire tunnel, enjoy a comfortable warmth. The cave ends in a warm tunnel of gemstones, each one glowing a different color, but none the same color as the little, cold pinpoints of light in the cavern of the dead.
“The cavern of light.” Says the dragon. “My favorite part.”
“Hey,” says Louize, “remember how all of this started? With that competition.”
“Yeah,” I say, thinking back to how I won the two tickets, how all of this started.
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