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- No
sound. No wind. No light.
- Collin
tumbled and spun. He attempted to swallow the knot of fear in
his throat -- but it wouldn't go away. He didn't mind primordial
ooze, sea water, or lightning. Dungeons weren't too cool, but
The Dark was the pits!
- All he
could think was: Have we been devoured?
- And then
he heard the laughter echoing through his head, and the whispering
voice close to his ear.
- The
Dark Knight puts the Wizard to the test. What survives must
be the best.
- He heaved
a heavy sigh. He was finally able to swallow. Hearing that voice
meant they weren't goners yet!
- A great
gust of wind wrapped around him and with a whoosh he was spit
from the dark vacuum of the tunnel. He shut his eyes. His shoulder
smacked into something hard -- like a wall -- and he cracked
open his eyelids when he heard Courtney and Morgan thump down
beside him.
Just
like the tunnel, there was no light, no sound, and very little
air. He could barely move in the dark confining space.
- "I think
The Dark's won this time," Collin said ominously as he rubbed
his shoulder.
- "No, it
hasn't," he heard Morgan say. He couldn't see her, but he could
feel her moving about. Courtney moved, too.
- "Where
do you think we are this time?" Courtney asked.
- "In the
dark," Collin muttered, not quite convinced that they were someplace
better.
- "That's
obvious!" Courtney told him. "Did anyone hear a riddle?"
- Collin
was afraid to admit that he'd heard it -- and that he couldn't
remember it.
- "I didn't
hear anything," Morgan said.
- "Me neither.
What about you, Collin?" Courtney asked.
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