Hello writers and readers,
wishing a good sunday i post another excerpt of Hyperearth:
Martina and Mary
found themselves looking forward to the next day. They were happy in Bosk, had
made new friends, and the surprises they had encountered so far thrilled them.
The next day began with Bear and Danni waiting for their two new companions,
ready to trek out on a new adventure. Bear was already outside on the road,
equipped with provisions for their journey. “Let’s get going!” He said eagerly
to the group.
“Where are we
going today?” Mary asked.
“We’re going to
the caves of Angor,” Danni replied. “They’re close to here, and anyway, we have
to cross them to reach the sea.”
After a half
hour of walking, they had arrived. Like Bosk, the caves were a bit gloomy, and
Martina was less motivated to enter them even though they piqued her curiosity.
“Is everyone allowed to come here?” she asked Bear.
“Yes,” he
replied. “Even Sathon. But it’s rare that he comes here. Now take out that
stone that you have in your bag.”
“It lights up!”
Mary remarked, surprised.
“So we can see
in the dark,” Bear explained. “It’s a special mineral called Barton that glows
in the dark.” The Barton stone managed to do its job and the group was able to
see quite well.
“We’ll encounter
some unexpected things,” Danni warned the two girls. “But don’t worry. We’ll be
okay.” The girls looked at each other with apprehensive smiles, and continued
to follow their companions through the cave. The group reached a small bridge
constructed of wood and woven rope, which appeared to not be the most secure of
structures to cross.
“Be careful,”
Bear warned them. “Some of these wooden parts are broken, so be sure not to
step on them, and hold on tight.”
They began to
cross the bridge with Bear leading, walking briskly to avoid the gaps and
broken pieces of the bridge. Following him was Martina, then Mary, then Danni,
and then Hennig. As she crossed, Mary furtively looked through a hole in the
bridge, holding her breath as she beheld the sharp rocks and torrents of water
below.
“Mary, don’t
look down. Let me give you a hand,” Hennig offered from behind her.
“Thanks,
Hennig,” Mary managed to say between nervous breaths as she reached the end of
the bridge, realizing she didn’t need his help.
They continued
on throughout the cave and reached a fork in the road, where they turned right.
The cave interior was cold but damp, and the group walked beside a rocky stream
of water that shimmered in gold and a rainbow of colors. The group reached a
statue carved out of the wall, depicting a soldier with armor made of iron and
steel.
“We can’t go
forward,” Bear advised the group. “Part of the path is broken. But we can swing
from a rope to the other side of the trail. The gap is only ten feet.”
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