THE STEADY DRIP OF WATER was the only sound that could be heard within the cavern. Each drop echoing, growing louder as it bounced off the rocky walls.
George and the Elves were frozen in place staring up at the Daemon crouched on the ledge above them. Its skin rippled, flashing green to black in the light of the torches scattered around the chamber. Eyes like glowing coals studied them closely. Skittering from the ledge — holding the Princess before it like some ill-gotten prize — it dropped closer to where they stood.
George cried out, feeling the familiar buzz of the creature invading his mind once again. Sensing his discomfort Stryker crouched beside him a low whine emanating from his throat. George took a firm grip on the dog’s mane and trying to calm him.
Have you decided on your course of action yet, boy? …show more content…
‘I do not know what you mean,’ he said slowly.
Do not play games, you know exactly what is expected of you, the Daemon hissed holding up the princess’ body to emphasise the point.
George tried to clear his mind, using Meriol to fire his rage at the creature holding her. He could see no signs of life but Malin said that she still lived. If so, and there was a way of saving her and getting out of here alive, then they needed a plan. And fast.
‘But I don’t have the stones,’ George shouted angrily. ‘I don’t know where they are.’
You try to play me for a fool boy, they are here. Look around you.
George turned slowly, surveying the chamber. He was stood on the edge of a circular platform that filled the cavern floor. His eyes were drawn to a raised plinth on the far side. On its top sat a glowing multifaceted stone.
The stones? He wondered. Was that one of them? If so where were the others?
Bring it to me, the Daemon roared inside his mind. Do not delay, you know well the consequences of defying
George and the Elves were frozen in place staring up at the Daemon crouched on the ledge above them. Its skin rippled, flashing green to black in the light of the torches scattered around the chamber. Eyes like glowing coals studied them closely. Skittering from the ledge — holding the Princess before it like some ill-gotten prize — it dropped closer to where they stood.
George cried out, feeling the familiar buzz of the creature invading his mind once again. Sensing his discomfort Stryker crouched beside him a low whine emanating from his throat. George took a firm grip on the dog’s mane and trying to calm him.
Have you decided on your course of action yet, boy? …show more content…
‘I do not know what you mean,’ he said slowly.
Do not play games, you know exactly what is expected of you, the Daemon hissed holding up the princess’ body to emphasise the point.
George tried to clear his mind, using Meriol to fire his rage at the creature holding her. He could see no signs of life but Malin said that she still lived. If so, and there was a way of saving her and getting out of here alive, then they needed a plan. And fast.
‘But I don’t have the stones,’ George shouted angrily. ‘I don’t know where they are.’
You try to play me for a fool boy, they are here. Look around you.
George turned slowly, surveying the chamber. He was stood on the edge of a circular platform that filled the cavern floor. His eyes were drawn to a raised plinth on the far side. On its top sat a glowing multifaceted stone.
The stones? He wondered. Was that one of them? If so where were the others?
Bring it to me, the Daemon roared inside his mind. Do not delay, you know well the consequences of defying