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Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. - ONE -
  4. - TWO -
  5. - THREE -
  6. - FOUR -
  7. - FIVE -
  8. - SIX -
  9. - SEVEN -
  10. - EIGHT -
  11. - NINE -
  12. - TEN -
  13. - ELEVEN -
  14. - TWELVE -
  15. - THIRTEEN -
  16. - FOURTEEN -
  17. - FIFTEEN -
  18. - SIXTEEN -
  19. - SEVENTEEN -
  20. - EIGHTEEN -
  21. - NINETEEN -
  22. - TWENTY -
  23. - TWENTY-ONE -
  24. - TWENTY-TWO -
  25. - TWENTY-THREE -
  26. - TWENTY-FOUR -
  27. - TWENTY-FIVE -
  28. - TWENTY-SIX -
  29. - TWENTY-SEVEN -
  30. - TWENTY-EIGHT -
  31. - TWENTY-NINE -
  32. - THIRTY -
  33. - THIRTY-ONE -
  34. - THIRTY-TWO -
  35. - THIRTY-THREE -
  36. - THIRTY-FOUR -
  37. - THIRTY-FIVE -
  38. - THIRTY-SIX -
  39. - THIRTY-SEVEN -
  40. - THIRTY-EIGHT -
  41. - THIRTY-NINE -
  42. - FORTY -
  43. - FORTY-ONE -
  44. - FORTY-TWO -
  45. - FORTY-THREE -
  46. - FORTY-FOUR -
  47. - FORTY-FIVE -
  48. - FORTY-SIX -
  49. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Considering they’d built only these lights, eyesight like his probably wasn’t a safe guess.

The tunnel ended in another cavern, this one not nearly as big as the monsters’ home. Red lights dotted the ceiling, arranged in lines that led off in various directions. Unfortunately, the ceiling was higher now, so the lights didn’t work as well, and Fort could barely see enough to keep from tripping.

Behind him, he heard the creatures’ roars intensify. Maybe they were annoyed at losing him? The sounds made him nervous, since somebody was bound to come check on the creatures, if that really was someone’s job. Not wanting to find out, Fort hurried along one of the red lines of lights toward what he hoped was another tunnel out.

Another roar made him look back for just a moment, but one moment was too long. Something smacked him in the back of the head so hard it sent him spinning to the ground. He landed hard and quickly tried to grab his staff to defend himself, but it was lodged beneath him, and he couldn’t free his shoulder from the bow.

Slowly, all around him, more of the red circles of light turned on, appearing two by two in a circle that quickly surrounded him. Had he just… walked into one of the lights? Was that what he’d hit? But if that was the case, why were they turning on now that he’d fallen down?

And then a pair of the red lights blinked, and that’s when he knew these weren’t the same glowing circles of light on the ceiling. These were eyes.

- TWENTY-SEVEN -

FORT ROLLED OVER AND LEAPED to his feet, yanking the bow and staff off of his back. He pulled back on the bow where the string would have been, and a ball of fire appeared in the center of the bow, ready to fire.

“Back off,” he said, the light of the fireball illuminating bits and pieces of the creatures, whatever they were. From what he could tell, the monsters weren’t that large, but they seemed to be carrying metal weapons of some sort. One had a wicked looking pickax, while another held a spiked hammer in each hand.

The glossy red eyes, though, were the most familiar, and most eerie part of them. These were the same creatures he’d seen in his dream, the ones that had taken his father away.

Two of the red eyes advanced on him, and he loosed the fireball, shooting it right between them as a warning. It exploded against the floor behind the creatures, and for a moment, the bright light blinded Fort. He stumbled backward to stay out of their reach, only to have one of the red eyed creatures behind him slam a foot into the back of his knees, knocking him back to the ground.