A sudden wind blew the mud from Andrew’s eyes and he could’ve sworn that he’d felt something curl protectively around his middle, and jerk his arm forward and down to catch the brass plaque, its runes flashing bright in the otherwise dimly lit tunnel, before it slid into the rapidly tumbling water.
“Thank God,” a voice whispered, barely audible inside his head. “Where the hell is that Mage and the help he promised?”
Andrew’s eyes darted around as he felt the presence let go of his body; seeing no one, he pulled the plaque close to his body, searching for comfort there.
The boy lifted his head to catch the beat and slide of footsteps just around the corner of the underground tunnel, and the echo of a familiar voice. “Slow down, girls…it’s dark and treacherous and smells like something I don’t want to say out loud…and is that fast water I hear?”
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)
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