Happy Halloween, everyone! In honor of this spooky time of year, I’d like to share an except from Silver Rose. I’m not much into horror, but this is one of the creepiest things I’ve ever written. Enjoy!
Chapter 32
Separation in the Cave
The mouth of the cave smelled like mildew. I turned my head away in disgust and saw that Mag and Artie had wrinkled their noses as well.
“We’d better go in,” I said, straightening my shoulders. “We won’t find the ice rabbit by standing here.”
Mag and Artie agreed and together, we crept slowly to the cave’s maw.
“I’ll go first,” Mag whispered. “If there’s a yikty in here, it’ll have a hard time facing off against a dragon.”
I could think of no argument for that, so trailing behind Mag, we entered. The cave was slightly damp. I tripped over a rock and caught the wall to steady myself. My hand came away with a layer of moisture.
Artie, who was behind me, reached out a hand to steady me. “This place is freezing,” he said.
“Yikties like the dark and the cold,” Mag said, from the front. “That’s why fire is so effective. They can’t stand the heat.”
Artie and I followed Mag deeper into the cave. The sunlight outside was growing fainter behind us, until it was only a pinprick of light. I had kept the torch from Artie’s shortcut and passed it up to Mag.
We tried to be quiet, so we could sneak up on the yikty, but unfortunately, our feet slapping against the wet rocks were loud. They echoed around the passageway.
Mag paused. “There’s a chamber right in front of us,” she said. “I can hear the yikty, be careful.”
We emerged into the next chamber and saw that the cause of the noise was no more than an echo, but from which of the three archways in front of us, I had no idea.
“Endoraken,” I said, just as Mad Maude had taught me. The middle arch flared up at once with a soft blue light, but then so did the left path, and a second later the right path dazzled me with its brilliance.
“What happened?” I said. “Wasn’t the spell supposed to reveal the yikty’s presence?”
Artie was studying the ground in front of the center path. He picked up something to show it to us. “Its part of the yikty’s armor. It molted right off.”
“Then, the yikty’s that way,” Mag said.
I wandered over to the left path. “There’s some more over here,” I called, holding up a piece of shell.
“Here too,” Mag said, now kneeling before the right arch.
“Now what?” I asked miserably. “How was the yikty able to fool my spell?” “It’s an old thieves’ trick,” Artie said. “Leave a sign of your presence in multiple locations, so your pursuer won’t know which way to turn.
Mag banged her fist against the rock wall. “So what are we supposed to do? It’ll take too long to test every path and it might move at any time.”
“I think,” Artie said quietly, “that we’re going to have to split up.”
I stared at him incredulously. “What?! No, Artie, its much safer if we go together.”
“I agree,” he said, “but what would happen if the yikty discovers us and decides to escape. We’d be too busy checking every path, it would be long gone before we noticed.”
“This leaves us vulnerable,” Mag said. “When one of us finds the yikty, how will the others help?”
“If the yikty isn’t down our path, come back to this chamber and wait for the second person to appear. Then both will take the third and correct path.”
“I don’t like it,” I said.
“It’s the only plan we have,” Artie said grimly.
I gazed at the three arches. Was it my imagination or was the left arch glowing slightly brighter than the other two?
“I’ll take the left path,” I said.
“I’ll go right,” Mag said. Her eyes sparkled with fierce excitement.
“That leaves the center for me,” Artie said.
We clasped hands and I knew Mag and Artie were thinking the same thing as me. Would we ever see each other again?
***
I had a bad feeling about my chosen path when the archway sealed itself behind me. I looked back and saw nothing but a solid rock wall.
“Mag! Artie! Can you hear me?” I whispered as loud as I dared, in case the yikty was nearby. They didn’t answer me, but a roar from deeper into the passageway did.
I slowly turned around and examined my surroundings. I was in another stone chamber. The walls were completely smooth, which struck me as odd. Who would spend all this time smoothing stone in a random cave?
I started forward, my right hand clasped on the hilt of my sword, while my left trailed along the moisture-covered walls. I hadn’t gone more than ten feet when a creaking noise from above attracted my attention.
I rolled away just in time to keep myself from being squashed flat by the rock that had dropped from the ceiling. I lay shaking an inch away.
“So weak,” a soft and dangerous voice said, echoing around the room. “To think the mighty Silver Rose was almost crushed by a meaningless rock.”
I gritted my teeth and stood up, backing away from the rock until my foot hit a curious sort of puddle. I glanced down and hopped away with half my shoe burnt off. I had stepped in a puddle of water that was strangely hot. It was the only hot area in the room. Fire seemed to dance across its surface.
“And so the little heroine is defeated by the very substance her friend hates,” the voice laughed. “I set the traps for her. Boiling water from the mermaids. So hot, even dragons would feel the pain of the heat.”
“Who are you?” I demanded. “Why are you doing this?”
“Who am I?” the voice purred. “Why, Penelope, I’m hurt you don’t recognize me. After all,” a figure stepped from the shadows and I gasped, tripping away from the woman.
She was tall with long, brown hair and green eyes that gazed thoughtfully at me. Her smile was pleasant, just as I remembered it.
“I am your mother,” she finished.
“You can’t,” I said, my voice trembling. “You can’t be my mother. She died two years ago.”
“No, Penelope, I’m very much alive,” the woman who so resembled my mother, said. “Watch.” She held out her hand and a ball of flames appeared.
Unbidden, memories of my mother conjuring a ball of flames flashed through my mind. She used to do that for me when I was young and afraid of the dark.
“You’ve done wonderfully, sweetie,” she said, holding out her hand. “Come with me, we’ll find your friends and escape together.”
I longed to take her hand, to rush to her side and bury my head in her shoulder and cry, but I looked again at her smile and saw it had changed. A moment before, it had been lightness and sweetness, now, however, she was leering at me with malice. I searched her eyes and saw they had turned hungry and black.
I unsheathed my sword and slowly placed the tip against her throat. “You aren’t my mother,” I said quietly. My voice only shook slightly. “‘A rock, watery flames, and the shade.’ The Riddle Chipmunks were right. You’re one of the challenges sent to stop me.”
The woman began to dissolve into dust. Her legs disappeared, followed by her torso, until only her head remained and still I didn’t remove my sword.
“We could have been happy together, Penelope,” the head of the apparition said. “You, me, Lydia, and Malcolm. Now, watch as your mother dies before your eyes again.”
I stumbled forward as the dark version of my mother vanished. I was left with an empty room, a lingering feeling of dread, and tears in my eyes. I shivered as I continued through the chamber to the very back.
Questions rose in my mind. What if that had been my mother? Had she been trying to contact me? Did I kill her a second time? A moan escaped me as I wiped fresh tears away.
“Now, now, now,” a deeper and deadlier voice cooed. “There’s no need for tears. You’ll see your mother again soon.”
The speaker stepped forward and I forgot my misery as I looked upon the face of a giant scorpion. A yikty.
“I’m so glad you made it,” Wansetop said. “It wouldn’t have been any fun without you. Your friends aren’t here to save you now. Prepare yourself. You won’t escape me this time.”