Author's note: This time I won't forget the disclaimer. I don't own any
characters here except Firefly. I used a couple of sentence fragments in
this one, just for effect. Thanks for reviewing, I hope you like this
chapter. It was the hardest to write so far.
Chapter Three: The Dead End
Spyro
The rumbling stopped but the bubbling continued. The blue specter edged out of the waters; it was definitely among the coolest things I had ever seen. However, my amazement was not appropriate for the occasion. In a split second, several other shadows emerged from the liquid, just as large as the first, just as blue and luminous, having the same red, pupil less eyes, the same wicked grin. They squirted out of the stream like an eerie blue fountain.
Whatever this was, it was not good.
" I told you something big would happen today." Sheila reminded me as the biggest blue spook drifted our way, "Let's get out of here!" She grabbed a scared-stiff Firefly and hopped ahead, deeper into the secret passage.
"BUZZZUZUZUUZZZUUZ!"
Sparx meant " You can't hurt ghosts! RUN!" and I knew he was right. But as I took off, I realized that aside from the big one after us, all the other ghosts were heading where we had come from. Back into the castle.
I had bigger things to worry about than that. The ghost chasing us didn't seem to be giving up- I charged faster- still faster- even faster and-
-screeched to a stop.
The passageway's ceiling, which had until recently been about two feet above my head, suddenly dropped to a slant. It slanted down so much that even on four legs (as always) I couldn't stand up in it. No problem! After a few seconds trying desperately not to scratch myself on the craggy ceiling and equally coarse floor, a few seconds writhing around the annoying stalactites and mites present and a LOT of seconds crawling, the ceiling rose to its normal height. I squeezed out and shook myself just in time to see Sheila and Firefly dashing into the right path, towards a fork along the way.
Hmm. Splitting up seemed to be a good strategy. Sparx and I charged into the left pathway. Even if it did appear darker and narrower. Even if the stalactites there seemed to look like skulls.
Firefly
"I don't think anyone followed us." I whispered, in between breaths. I didn't know which I hated more, Ghosts or keeping up with kangaroos.
"Are you sure?" my new friend slowed down a little.
So did I. My gallop turned into a trot and soon my trot turned into a complete stop. I looked behind me. " Sure."
"They must have gone into the left pathway." She hopped beside me.
"The one with the skulls?" That other pathway looked as if it were littered with the skulls of ferocious creatures.
" Those weren't real skulls, just weirdly shaped stones."
"Oh." I dropped to a sit. As usual, there was both bad and good news. The good news was that that big, blue ghost wasn't chasing us anymore, the bad news was that it had chased the other two into the left pathway. I didn't like the looks of that pathway at all, even if those were just skull- shaped rocks. Skulls always meant trouble.
Spyro
Skulls always mean trouble, even if they aren't real. I should have known that then.
At first, the trouble didn't seem to be present; the only bad thing was the darkness. It was so dark that the murk seemed to be liquid, like a blob of paint splotching everything. Lucky for me, Sparx was as bright as a mini flashlight. I was able to see the shadows of stuff before I could bump into anything. I stopped just in time to avoid crashing into. a dead end. A real dead end.
Yes, that was the trouble, and even more was coming. What seemed to be an eerie blue glow appeared by the corner, what sounded like music form the universe's creepiest wind chimes steadily grew louder: definitely the ghost.
I backed up a little, then grinned, "If I can't hurt ghosts, they definitely can't hurt me. Right?" I asked Sparx.
" Bzzzuzz buzz buuzzzuz bzuzuz." He answered gloomily.
And the translation for that was even gloomier. He meant, "They definitely can. Why did you think I told you to run?"
Chapter Three: The Dead End
Spyro
The rumbling stopped but the bubbling continued. The blue specter edged out of the waters; it was definitely among the coolest things I had ever seen. However, my amazement was not appropriate for the occasion. In a split second, several other shadows emerged from the liquid, just as large as the first, just as blue and luminous, having the same red, pupil less eyes, the same wicked grin. They squirted out of the stream like an eerie blue fountain.
Whatever this was, it was not good.
" I told you something big would happen today." Sheila reminded me as the biggest blue spook drifted our way, "Let's get out of here!" She grabbed a scared-stiff Firefly and hopped ahead, deeper into the secret passage.
"BUZZZUZUZUUZZZUUZ!"
Sparx meant " You can't hurt ghosts! RUN!" and I knew he was right. But as I took off, I realized that aside from the big one after us, all the other ghosts were heading where we had come from. Back into the castle.
I had bigger things to worry about than that. The ghost chasing us didn't seem to be giving up- I charged faster- still faster- even faster and-
-screeched to a stop.
The passageway's ceiling, which had until recently been about two feet above my head, suddenly dropped to a slant. It slanted down so much that even on four legs (as always) I couldn't stand up in it. No problem! After a few seconds trying desperately not to scratch myself on the craggy ceiling and equally coarse floor, a few seconds writhing around the annoying stalactites and mites present and a LOT of seconds crawling, the ceiling rose to its normal height. I squeezed out and shook myself just in time to see Sheila and Firefly dashing into the right path, towards a fork along the way.
Hmm. Splitting up seemed to be a good strategy. Sparx and I charged into the left pathway. Even if it did appear darker and narrower. Even if the stalactites there seemed to look like skulls.
Firefly
"I don't think anyone followed us." I whispered, in between breaths. I didn't know which I hated more, Ghosts or keeping up with kangaroos.
"Are you sure?" my new friend slowed down a little.
So did I. My gallop turned into a trot and soon my trot turned into a complete stop. I looked behind me. " Sure."
"They must have gone into the left pathway." She hopped beside me.
"The one with the skulls?" That other pathway looked as if it were littered with the skulls of ferocious creatures.
" Those weren't real skulls, just weirdly shaped stones."
"Oh." I dropped to a sit. As usual, there was both bad and good news. The good news was that that big, blue ghost wasn't chasing us anymore, the bad news was that it had chased the other two into the left pathway. I didn't like the looks of that pathway at all, even if those were just skull- shaped rocks. Skulls always meant trouble.
Spyro
Skulls always mean trouble, even if they aren't real. I should have known that then.
At first, the trouble didn't seem to be present; the only bad thing was the darkness. It was so dark that the murk seemed to be liquid, like a blob of paint splotching everything. Lucky for me, Sparx was as bright as a mini flashlight. I was able to see the shadows of stuff before I could bump into anything. I stopped just in time to avoid crashing into. a dead end. A real dead end.
Yes, that was the trouble, and even more was coming. What seemed to be an eerie blue glow appeared by the corner, what sounded like music form the universe's creepiest wind chimes steadily grew louder: definitely the ghost.
I backed up a little, then grinned, "If I can't hurt ghosts, they definitely can't hurt me. Right?" I asked Sparx.
" Bzzzuzz buzz buuzzzuz bzuzuz." He answered gloomily.
And the translation for that was even gloomier. He meant, "They definitely can. Why did you think I told you to run?"