Firstly I'd like to apologise for the lateness, I've had exams.

I don't think I've mentioned this before, but I'm writing a new fanfic called CATWALK,a Cat Royal Adventure fanfic. So if you like this one and any other fanfics of mine, you might like my latest. Oh and if you like cat royal I have a forum there.

Thanks to the people who reviewed the last chapter. It was much appreciated. This chapter has been really hard to write because I didn't have any ideas. Hope you all like it any way.

The Cave

It was a long night, the wind howled around outside like a wolf. Just because there was a wind didn't mean that there weren't wolves. It was not the kind of place anyone one would like to be in for the night, but the group really didn't have much choice in the matter really.

The warm air of the hut swirled around Philippa's chest and the cold air from the window, her back. It was not comfortable at all. The cold sent shivers up her spine making the hairs on her neck stand on end. She didn't like it one bit.

She looked over at John, at least he was okay sandwiched between Nimrod and Mr Groanin. She sighed. He looked cosy and warm as opposed to her. For once he had got the better option. That had never really happened before. She sighed again.

She didn't notice it as she drifted off into an undisturbed deep and silent sleep.

Undisturbed that was until John woke her up the next morning with quite a fierce shake. He was looking much better with a grin on his face.

"Glad you're feeling better," she grumbled sitting up.

"Hmm," he agreed. "You should try it. Does wonders for one's good spirits."

"You don't say," remarked Philippa sarcastically.

"Calm down now Philippa and get some food and drink into you," said Nimrod. "You'll be feeling much better as well. We don't want you to be little miss grumpy all the time that we're in the cave. Speaking of which you'd better get up and have breakfast Philippa. We'll be leaving in a minute.

The weather outside was still bad, but not as bad as the night before and as the party trudged along, moving through the snow, nobody felt happy. The continuous cold and their lack of power had them at an all time low. Only their guide Tara knew where she was going. Philippa looked around. She was beginning to fell just a little bit nervous. Why did she get that feeling in her stomach. The hairs were sticking up on the back of her neck and it wasn't just from the cold.

"Little further," called Tara over the wind.

They had been the only ones out in the village, obviously everyone else had had the sense to stay indoors. Philippa looked around again. They weren't being followed, she would have seen anyone here. There was nowhere to hide for miles around.

Finally Philippa saw it. A cave.

Nothing more, nothing less and certainly nothing spectacular.

Why did she feel so disappointed? What exactly had she been expecting? Tara had said they were going to a cave and that is where she had brought them now.

"Come," Tara beckoned stepping inside.

The others followed her. They were grateful to get out of the harsh climate of the Tundra and into the cave. Despite it's wide entrance no wind came in and Philippa guessed it must be blowing from behind the cave, not in front.

"So this is it?" asked John disappointed.

"No, no," said Tara hastily, too hastily Philippa thought, but she brushed it aside. "We go further in, then we find tooth place."

"Then let us go at once," piped up Nimrod.

"I don't like caves," moaned Groanin. "I say, I don't like caves."

"You don't like caves do you," said John in mock sympathy.

Groanin sent him a warning look and neither John nor anyone in the cave fancied their chances against Mr Groanin's new arm in their state of reduced power and Groanin knew it. He smiled to himself.

Tara beckoned for them to follow her. They did like herded sheep. She led them further and further into the caves. Stalactites and stalagmites rose up and down creating a series of hourglass pillars. Some did not join and looked menacing with their needle tops and bottoms. Philippa was feeling even worse not to mention it was cold in the cave. It was colder now than outside.

"Come," Tara beckoned again.

Their guide weaved effortlessly through the cave. She had a certain ease and Philippa guessed Tara must've been there many times before. It was so easy to get lost in the cave with it's echoes and alcoves. Philippa had mapped it out in her mind just in case. She didn't want to get lost, they had, after all taking many turns on the way there.

She was beginning to feel very uneasy, there was something about this place that just wasn't right. Why did she get that feeling? The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and a shiver ran down her back. Not from the cold.

"Can we go back?" she asked suddenly.

The group looked at her as if she was talking gibberish.

"Don't you want to find the tooth?" inquired Nimrod. "We can't turn back now that we've come all this way? It would a complete waste and we don't know how powerful Dybbuk really is. Do you really want to Philippa?"

She looked at the expectant faces of her friend and family, they didn't want to go back now and she doubted they would even leave if she wanted them to anyway. She couldn't win.

"No," she replied. "Your right...Let's just," she sighed. "Keep going."

They hadn't walked more than a step each when the earth began to rumble and the ground to shake. Chunks of rock started falling from the ceiling and everyone started screaming. There was no where to hide and the group ran around like lost sheep. All except Tara that was. Philippa stared at her through the tumbling dust.

Tara was laughing, a cruel, mirthless laugh. She was laughing at them.

A small rock hit Philippa hard on the head and she groaned sinking to her knees, the world began to spin. Another rock, bigger this time, fell on her shoulder knocking her to the ground. She could just about remember the others on the floor and the painful thud of more rocks on her head before everything went black.