Author's Notes
This chapter, and the next, is exclusively Thomas' POV. I was going to add scenes from the other characters in here, but then this cave-clearing stuff sort of ran away from me and, well... here we are.
Anywho, Reviews!
ScarOfHerobrine, he's with Izabell at the mo'. Yeah, poor Eba... They knew he was tired, but the situation was out of their control. Well, they kind of are. You indeed shall. Heh, yeah, be mindful of the crazy alchemist.
GiggiEba, yeah, she does. Well, she can't, the tournament's the whole reason why they split up in the first place. They should've, but Burnham and the Healer thought it'd be best if that was dealt with sooner rather than later. It kind of was, yeah. I'm glad you liked it!
And now, without further ado, let's get on with the story!
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Thomas' POV
"This got really creepy really fast," Javer grumbled. His torch's light was dwindling down to a few embers.
The alchemist-in-training was right. Cobwebs almost hid the walls and roof of the cavern in some places. They were so thick in places that we had to use our weapons to get through them. I took another torch out of the burlap sack, striking it against the wall. The coal was lit by sparks coming off its metal housing and once more allowed us to see where we were going.
Sophie was inspecting the map. "Alright, we'll be seeing a crossroad up ahead. Which tunnel are we going to take?"
"What's the difference?" I asked.
"One of the tunnels keeps going for a little while and then stops at a cavern," the blonde answered. "The other one sinks farther down and splits into more tunnels."
"I vote we close off the deeper tunnel and inspect the smaller one," Javer suggested.
"What good is a two-meter mine to the village, Javer?" Sophie asked. The alchemist-in-training shrugged.
"We actually should check the small one first," I told them. "See if that needs clearing out. Then we'll go down the other tunnel."
"Fine," Javer sighed. "We'll go into the big scary tunnel after."
We wandered deeper into the cavern. Cracked and rotten wood supports revealed themselves as we passed, giving a creepy ribcage feel to the mineshaft. Javer let out a sudden hiss, causing both Sophie and I to turn around. The boy pursed his lips. "Stubbed my foot on a rail," he muttered.
I looked down to find that he was right. Old rails began a couple feet back, trailing deeper into the shrouded unknown. "But you're okay right?" Sophie asked dramatically. "No sprained toes or broken ankles?"
"Har har," Javer answered, walking past us. "Let's just keep going."
We ventured farther, keeping a few ways away from the rails. The feeble torchlight eventually uncovered a fork in the path, framed with more supports. I turned to Sophie. "Which is the short one?"
The blonde took a look at her map. "The one on the left," she replied. "Maybe leave a torch here to let the others know we made it."
I nodded, kneeling down in front of the divide's center. The floor here was made mostly of gravel and large rocks. An idea popped into my head. I stretched the torch in my hand out to Javer. "Hold this."
The alchemist-in-training took it without hesitation. I pulled my pickaxe off my shoulder, waving it around experimentally before raising it over my head. It bounced off the stone floor with a 'clunk', leaving small dent in its wake. I brought the heavy metal tool back down twice more, until the hole I created was satisfactory. Standing up, I took the torch back from Javer and planted it in its place, using rocks to shore it up and keep it still.
I stood up, slinging my pickaxe back in its place and dusting my hands off. "Alright, let's go."
We walked into the left tunnel, lighting another torch on our way. The rail tracks had snaked down the other tunnel, so now we could walk around without worry. There were no supports in this tunnel, which made me worry a little. "I don't see any wood pillars," I commented.
Sophie hummed. "Maybe this was a natural cave they came across while mining," she suggested.
Javer walked over, hitting the stone twice with a fist. "Seems sturdy to me," he informed, catching up to us.
"And we must believe such a fact-supported observation," Sophie teased.
The alchemist-in-training shrugged. "Not like you have a choice."
I shook the smile off my face, concentrating on the darkness ahead. An eerie noise echoed off the tunnel walls, sending shivers down my spine. A quick peek at my friends told me they'd felt it too. I continued onwards, trying to shape the feeling of dread. The tunnel suddenly opened up in front of us, giving way to a decently-sized cave. We walked inside, staring at the large space we found ourselves in.
Half a word came out of J's mouth before it turned into a surprised shout. Which was then replaced by a guttural groan. I whipped around to find a zombie glaring at us, three inches away from Javer's face. The alchemist-in-training stumbled back, but the rotter stuck to him like glue. I was about to reach for my sword when the telltale squelch of tearing skin reverberated all around.
His undead assailant went still, and Javer shoved him off, breathing heavily. "Holy shit..." he whispered. The lopsided dagger Burnham had given the boy was coated in green blood, clutched in a shaky hand.
I offered my own, helping my friend up. "Are you alright?" Sophie asked, finally breaking out of her stupor. The blonde was trembling.
"Uh... yeah, let's go with that," the alchemist-in-training answered breathlessly. "Mentally scarred, but alright."
I clapped his back gently twice, taking another look around. "Don't be dramatic," I told him.
"I'm not," he breathed. "I almost got eaten by a fucking zombie while my best friends watched. How is that not traumatizing?"
"We wouldn't have let you get eaten," Sophie assured.
"Yeah right," Javer mumbled, giving himself a shake and rubbing his eyes.
I walked around the cavern, making sure no more dangerous things were hiding in the shadows. "Looks like that was it," I reported, heaving a relieved sigh.
"Great," Javer answered. "Now let's go. We'll tell 'burning-ham' that we cleared this out and that they'll have to start paying us to deal with the rest."
Sophie stopped him, placing her hands on the boy's shoulders. "Javer, if we don't do this, the whole village will die."
"And if we do do this," J countered, "we'll die."
I brought my pickaxe out, carving another hole in the center of the cave. "J, we'll be fine. Look, if you're worried about your precious self, we can walk in a single file with me in the lead and you in the middle."
The alchemist-in-training let out a sigh. "Alright, fine, I won't abandon you yet. Lords know you desperately need me anyhow."
Sophie smiled. "Keep telling yourself lies and you'll start believing in them soon."
I chuckled at the huff which was his only response, getting back on my feet after planting the torch. "Hand me another, J?"
Javer gave me a nod, digging through the burlap sack and handing me a torch. "Here you go."
We turned and stared at the other tunnel opening. This one looked worse, if possible, dipping into the ground at a steep-ish angle that made no promises of letting you back up. I hummed, considering a decision in my head.
"J, could you take the torch?" I asked.
The boy nodded, and I handed him the... I suppose torches count as a tool, don't they? Now with both free hands, I drew my longsword and gestured at the dark opening. "Light-carrier goes first," I told him.
"Hmph. Figures," J answered, avoiding the minecart tracks and walking down the tunnel.
Sophie and I followed close behind, and we all tread over the stone floor in silence. More eerie cave sounds rang out, but we steeled ourselves and kept going. Javer shuddered after a while. "Sophie, how long until we reach the next fork?"
"I'm not sure," she muttered. "But not too long now. It'll be visible to us in a minute, tops."
I stared ahead. The darkness was suffocating our torch's dwindling light. I pulled another one from the burlap sack, striking it against the cold ground. "Here," I told Javer, taking the near-burnt-out torch from him.
"Why can't you be the one with the torch?" he grumbled.
"Because I have a weapon," I answered.
Javer huffed. "I have a weapon too."
"But mine's actually useful," I countered with a smile.
"Fine, then let's trade," he said, holding out both the torch and an empty palm-up hand.
I nudged him onward. "Just keep going. I'm a way better fighter than you anyhow."
"Are not," he shot back.
"Javer," Sophie groaned from behind. "He fought a demon. Just hold the torch and keep your trap shut."
The alchemist-in-training grumbled, continuing down the tunnel. "He also got killed by a house..." he muttered as an afterthought.
Another lapse of silence passed over us the further we sank into the ground. It was then broken by a groan that echoed off the cold stone, sending chills down our spines. I drew my sword, Sophie doing the same. Javer brought out his knife, holding it and the torch in front of him. The slanting tunnel finally evened out, and we were met with another fork. This time, there were five different tunnels leading away, swamped in shadows.
Javer and I looked expectantly at Sophie, who brought out her map and fumbled with it a while. She turned and pointed at the one furthest to our right, not taking her eyes off the map. "This one is relatively short. We're still clearing the shortest one first, right?"
I nodded, peeking at the map over her shoulder. "Yeah. Lead the way, J."
"Hey, that rhymes," he mumbled, taking a few steps into the darkness. "What did you mean, 'relatively short'?"
"It's still pretty long," she explained with a grimace. "But it's short in comparison with the others."
The alchemist-in-training sighed. "Alright, then. Why don't you lead the way, demon-slayer? Since that sword is oh-so-much-more-useful in your hands."
I rolled my eyes, walking past him. "Come on. I can't see two feet in front of me without the torch."
We tread slowly into the first tunnel, eyes and ears on high alert. We heard more creepy noises and groans, but had yet to encounter their sources until we entered a natural cave. There was a turned-over minecart next to the door, with glittering pieces of metal sprawled next to it. The light from our one torch wasn't enough to illuminate the entirety of the cavern, so I took another out of the bag and lit it.
A deformed, green face greeted me from three steps away, wallowing in silent horror. I instinctively struck out with the torch, pushing the zombie back and lighting it on fire. The flames consumed the monster's rotting shape, and most of the dark open space came into view. Ten zombies turned to glare at us, shambling closer. Their burning brother let out pained, groans, falling over and going silent after a while.
The momentary bonfire burned out, leaving us in the dark once again. I placed the torch on the ground slowly, careful to not let it burn out. The first monster reached me before I was ready, lunging with a loose jaw towards my face. Sophie jumped in front of me, shoving her blade into the zombie!s mouth and kicking him in the chest. I hopped to my feet as the shape crumbled to the ground, shooting a thankful glance at my friend before turning, weapon at the ready.
A third zombie stumbled into the ring of light that came from Javer's torch. I swung outwards in an arc, catching the monster's side with the tip of my sword. The only response I got was a moan, the zombie ignoring me completely and charging at Javer. The alchemist-in-training let out a yelp, stabbing at the monster's forehead repeatedly with his dagger. I rushed over and pierced the fiend with my blade, finally ending the struggle between it and Javer.
My friend kicked the zombie's corpse. "Fucker didn't want to die," he breathed, looking around to make sure no more were close.
I cut down another zombie, returning to J's side afterwards. "Why didn't you use the torch?" I asked, just about pushing a zombie back with a mistimed swipe.
Another zombie popped up beside us, and Javer quickly reacted and brought down his dagger blade-first onto its skull. My friend's weapon got lodged on its head, and he struggled to release it without getting bit or scratched. A crack rang out, and J stumbled away from his assailant. Clutched Javer's hands was the broken hilt of his flimsy weapon.
The alchemist-in-training sighed, tossing it over his shoulder. "Fuck it," he muttered, bonking the zombie over the head with his torch.
It went up in flames, falling much like the first one had, and giving us a little more light. Sophie gave a shout, bringing her shortsword down on a zombie's head and splitting it in half. I had turned only for a second to watch it happen, and when I turned around, there was another monster there withing smelling distance. I shoved it back with the hilt of my longsword, retreating a couple of steps.
The zombie had an old cracked pickaxe gripped in its leathery hand, as well as an iron helmet atop its head. It growled at me, swinging pick over its head at me. I hopped away just in time, and the tool only bounced off the granite floor. I swung at it, my weapon whistling through the air. However, the blade only scraped against metal, as the zombie—unintentionally, I hoped—raised its pick to block my attack.
Both metal items shrieked as they ground against each other when I pulled away. The monster lunged, swinging the tool three times. I sidestepped and blocked, avoiding every swipe, before retaliating. I brought my weapon down, feeling it catch against the zombie's shoulder. It let out a bonechilling groan, almost pulling the sword out of my hand as it jerked back. I readied myself again, lifting the now blood-soaked blade in the air.
The monster swung, and as I sidestepped, my sword flew down to greet its rotting torso. It made a horrible squelching sound, and lots of graying gore tumbled from its midsection. The zombie miner groaned, dropping its pickaxe and falling onto its own guts. I turned away, not wanting to stare at the growing pool of blood any longer. I watched Sophie finishing off a monster with her shortsword while Javer stood nearby, holding the torch.
I walked over to them, trying to ignore the many rotting corpses lying on the ground. "Are we alright?"
Sophie heaved a sigh, trembling from the adrenaline rush. "We are. And you?"
"Yeah," I answered with a nod.
"Is that all of them?" Javer asked, lighting another torch. The light coming from other two had started fading.
I picked up the torch I'd lain on the ground, which still had a flame going. Then I tossed it into the dark, watching what little it revealed closely. It bounced off the stone and went out. There were no more groans nearby, and I hadn't seen anything hiding within the shadows.
"Yeah, I think that's all," I told J. "Plop that torch down here and let's continue."
The alchemist-in-training nodded, placing the torch down and keeping it in place with some stones. He then lit another torch and stood up. "Okay, Sophie, does the torture- sorry, tunnel, end here or what?"
The blond brought out the map again, walking closer to the torches to see. "Or what, I think. There should be another tunnel entrance through..."
She wandered off a bit, dragging Javer along by the wrist. I followed them, not wanting to be left behind and in the dark. "Here," Sophie finished, standing in front of another mineshaft.
Both the blonde and J looked at me expectantly. I rolled my shoulders, slowly letting out a breath to calm myself down. "Okay, then... let's go."
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I wiped green blood off my face, stepping away from the zombie's corpse. Sophie had been right when she said the first tunnel was 'relatively' short. We had finished it in what I hoped had been an hour, and we spent more than double that clearing the second. We were just about to head back to the main fork when another group of undead attacked us. Turns out there was a spawner which wasn't marked on the map, one we promptly destroyed.
Javer sighed, pulling his pick out of a monster's skull. The alchemist-in-training had resorted to using the tool instead of torches to defend himself after every insident in which they'd burned out and left us in the dark. "Can we go back home now? I'm starving, trembling, tired and in need of a relaxing bath."
"We all are, doofus," Sophie muttered. "But we can't go until the tunnels are clear. You know that."
I rubbed my eyes, slinging the longsword onto my back. "We're done with this one anyway. Only three more to go."
"Yeah, three longer ones to go," Javer moaned.
"Stop being such a baby," Sophie said as she pushed past him, taking the torch to light her way without giving us time to react.
We trailed behind the blonde in silence, going through tunnels, caves, dips and rises, twists and turns, you name it. Sophie slowed to a stop as we neared the fork. J and I stood beside her, confused.
"Do you see that?" she asked, pointing forward.
I squinted into the darkness. There was light coming from the main fork in the mines. Javer blinked. "Huh."
"Do you think it's Burnham and the other miners?" I asked
"Might be them finally catching up to us," Sophie said with a nod. "Unless a lava leak sprung or something."
"Let's be optimistic and hope it isn't a lava monster," Javer put in, taking the torch back from the blonde and walking onwards much like she had.
Sophie rolled her eyes, following. "Those don't exist."
"You never know," he said over his shoulder.
We left the second tunnel, meeting up with Burnham and not a lava monster, thank the lords. The man smiled at us. "Nice to see you again, guys. How've the mines treated you?"
Javer raised his arms in exasperation. "Do you have eyes? We're coated in blood!"
"Not your own, surely?" he asked.
"That's not the point!" J answered. "We've done half the mines. Could we just go home and pick this up tomorrow?"
Burnham huffed tiredly. "If only. The moment we leave, monsters from the other tunnels will repopulate the ones you've cleared. If we don't clean them all in one go, we're gonna have to start from square one."
Javer moaned, turning and leaning against the stone wall with his face. Sophie shook her head. "Don't mind him, he's just useless."
"Am not," J mumbled, not turning away from the wall.
"Have you repaired the supports on the other tunnels?" I asked Burnham.
"We've been replacing and repairing the ones on our way here," the big man answered. "As well as placing near-permanent lighting. And we were just about to start doing all that to this first tunnel."
I nodded, staring at the entrance to the shortest tunnel. "Alright. Well, I guess we'll leave you to it. Come on guys," I said, waving them over as I walked towards the next entrance.
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The third and fourth tunnels were, while not easy, dealt with in a timely fashion. Well, relatively speaking. Each one of the tunnels split into several more, and it was ages before we finally got to go back to the small checkpoint thing Burnham and his crew had set up in the main fork. The miners had a crate of food and some bottles of water on a small table with a couple of chairs, using a little redstone lamp to provide lighting. At least half of the supplies had been consumed by Javer alone.
The alchemist-in-training was still enjoying a piece of bread as we entered the final mineshaft. This was the longest and most treacherous, as it passed right through an underground ravine. It didn't exactly help that several pools of lava were marked on the map. We had agreed hours ago that chatter wasn't necessary or helpful, so we remained in silence. At least, Sophie and I did. It'd be a miracle if someone found a way to shut J up without killing him.
"How much longer?" he asked, voice muffled by half-chewed bread.
Sophie rolled her eyes, checking the map again. "We haven't even reached the first split, so we're still less than half of the way to the end."
Javer hummed, swallowing his meal. "Could we pick this up, then? I'm getting real sick of greys and whites and... whatever color granite's going for."
"So are we, nitwit," Sophie shot back. Her angry responses had become less angry and more exhausted with each one. "We've gone over this dozens of times. Why can't you shut up and cooperate, be more like Tom?"
"If I'm quiet, then the creepy cave noises come back and I don't think that helps anyone," he answered.
"I think I'd rather have the cave noises over your whining," the blonde muttered.
Javer huffed. "Well I don't, so you're just gonna have to deal with it."
Sophie groaned but didn't argue. We eventually reached the first divide, cleared out a couple of undead monsters, and continued down the main branch. We passed a wooden section of flooring, which created under our weight. It was only a half hour until Sophie stopped us. "We're about to enter the ravine, guys. Be mindful of lava."
A horrible memory of having to dive into the harmful substance to save her came back to me. I rolled my shoulders uncomfortably. "We'll tread carefully."
"We're not stupid, Soph," Javer told her.
"One of you isn't," she said with a grimace, nodding my way. "It's the other dumbass I'm worried about."
The alchemist-in-training stuttered, crossing his arms. "What's with the salt today? Lords, can't you breathe without insulting me first?"
"I can, but it's more fun if I do," the blonde muttered, folding the map and tucking it in her pockets. "Let's go."
J grumbled something I didn't quite catch, lighting the way. We did pass a couple pools of lava, but they were far away enough that they didn't cause any problems. I could just about see the orange glow from a big body of the hot substance up ahead. The tunnel's ceiling suddenly shot up, although the walls were still narrow. The ground underfoot became gravely, the crunch of pebbles and flint accompanying every step we took.
We were suddenly stopped in our tracks by a series of groans. Javer groaned, planting the torch firmly in the gravel and taking his pickaxe into his hands. Sophie and I drew our weapons, and the three of us formed a circle—or triangle, I guess—around our light source. We scanned the darkness for any threats. An arrow bounced off Sophie's blade, eliciting a yelp of surprise. A couple of zombies revealed themselves, shambling closer with a skeleton in tow.
I sprung into action, swinging my longsword at the nearest zombie. The monster growled, lunging forwards and reaching for my arm. The second one tried to get at me, but Sophie ran in and brought it down with three quick swipes. I vanquished my own foe, jumping over the bleeding corpse and charging towards the skeleton. The monster drew back the string on its bow, aiming at me.
Before it could fire, I swung my sword and split its weapon in half. Another swing snapped the skeleton's brittle bones, and in need to burn off the rest of my momentum, I took a long step and crushed the monster's skull. Sophie and I stared at each other, breathing heavily and standing over our defeated enemies. Javer let out a grunt, which caught our attention.
The alchemist-in-training was locked in battle with a zombie, and a dozen other monsters were making their way towards us. A few spiders crawled on the walls, zombies and skeletons shambled closer, and even a creeper walked calmly through their ranks. Javer took down the zombie, looking up just in time to see a spider drop down. He swung the pick upwards, lodging it in the spiders head. He brought the monster down on the gravel floor, pulling the tool from the still-writhing corpse.
Sophie and I ran over to him with our swords in the air. More spiders dropped down, crawling towards us at an impressive speed. I pierced the abdomen of one as it jumped up to eat my face. Sophie kicked hers, stabbing as the monster tried to get back up. Javer swung his pick haphazardly, somehow managing to kill two of the zombies. An arrow whistled through the air, lodging itself painfully in my arm. I suppressed a shout, not wanting to draw any more monsters to us.
We took down the monsters one by one, but more seemed to come endlessly from the shadows. Javer stabbed his pickaxe through the skull of a skeleton that stood at the wall. He pulled on the tool, finding it to be lodged in the stone. "Help!" he called, struggling to retreat from the mass of monsters closing in on him.
I rushed over, beheading a zombie and pushing another spider back. Javer used his foot as leverage and pulled, groaning as he did. The alchemist-in-training let out a yelp, popping off the wall and landing on his back. The wall his pick had gotten stuck now sported a small hole in it. A cracking sound drew my eyes back to that spot.
A few lines had spiderwebbed from the scene of the crime. The stone cracked further as I watched. The crumbling stone was somehow much louder than the groans coming off the monsters. The cracks stretched, reaching up to the ceiling. Dust and pebbles rained from above, and with a thunderous boom, a large boulder broke free.
I took a second to register what was happening. Then I turned around taking Javer's arm and dragging him away. "Run!"
My friend's complaints or his response was drowned out as the boulder plunged into the gravel. Rocks flew up like strange water around the impact zone. The floor suddenly jerked to one side, then the other, and then it fell. The three of us let out shouts, dropping with the gravel, stone and monsters into the abyss. We came to a painful stop, lying half-buried in pebbles and flint.
I looked up, my head swimming, and tried to make heads or tails of what I could see. It took a minute, but my gaze sharpened. A constant sound took a while to register, revealing itself to be the gravel sliding off the stone outcrop we found ourselves on. It flowed onto lava, melting or sinking to the bottom. Monsters groaned or screeched as they were sucked deep into the pool of glowing death.
A weak voice chuckled. "Look, Soph... lava monsters..." Javer pulled himself free of the floor with a groan, sitting down and holding his head in his hands. "Lords, that fucking sucked," he muttered.
I stretched, crawling out of the gravel myself. "Everyone okay?"
Sophie moaned, sitting up in the far corner. "Okay's a strong word... you?"
My right shin throbbed painfully. I was sure to have bruises in the morning, and my head still hadn't settled properly. "Like you say, okay's a strong word."
Javer made a wobbly way to his feet, looking around. "Um... Sophie, you got the bag?"
"The... bag?" she asked, blinking at him. "No, I dont. Why?"
I sweeper the area with my gaze, locking onto something. "I think I found it."
Both of them followed my line of sight. The burlap sack was draped over a stone outcrop, looking deflated and almost certainly empty. Everything inside probably tumbled into the lava, lost forever.
Javer let out a groan. "Fantastic. All the torches and stuff was in there. And my bread."
Sophie giggled despite what happened. I smiled, reaching for the bag to confirm we'd lost everything. The gravel supporting my weight shifting, giving me a scare and thankfully nothing else. I quickly swiped the bag off the outcrop, pulling it to me. All had not been lost; there was still a coiled length of rope, and a piece of bread.
I brought the foodstuff out, waving it over my head. "I believe this belongs to you, J."
The alchemist-in-training smiled from ear to ear, catching the bread mid-air as I tossed. "Yes! Ha-ha! At least I won't starve to death."
"A lot of stuff would kill you before that, Javer," Sophie said matter-of-factly. "For example, me, if you don't share that."
Javer huffed, splitting the bread in half and tossing part of it at the blonde. She caught it perfectly too, taking a bite and chewing with enjoyment. I crawled over to them with the bag in tow, not fully trusting my legs yet. "J, do you have a torch?"
"Mm..." he shifted through the gravel, shrouded in darkness since the magma pool's glow wasn't enough. "Yes, I got one. Uh... it's burned-out, though. What else did we lose?"
I suddenly registered that my back felt lighter than before the drop. Palming my back confirmed a frightening suspicion, causing dread to pool in my belly. My longsword was gone. It could be buried somewhere, or maybe it fell into the lava along with our other supplies. Thankfully, though, my pickaxe still hung from its sling over my shoulder.
"I have my pick, but I'm without a weapon," I told them. "And you guys?"
"I still have mine," Sophie answered. "You can have it if you want," she said, stretching the shortsword out to me.
I stopped her with a palm, nudging the sword back to her. "No, keep it. I'd rather you had something to defend yourself with. J?"
"My coat's wet," he grumbled. "Two of my vials shattered. I'm glad for the padding Miron had me sew into the pockets, otherwise I'd look like shredded cheese."
"Right... well, the good thing is we're all fine," I muttered. "Now we just have to find a way out."
"Yeah..." Javer sighed, looking up at the leftover outcrop from the tunnel entrance from which we fell. "Easier said than done."
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Author's Notes
I like how this chapter turned out. It was a lot of fun, writing the fight scenes and arguments between Javer and Sophie. :) Hope you liked it as much as I did.
Excuse my lack of enthusiasm with... well, both A/Ns. I was feeling down when I posted it, so that's why.
Anywho, thank you all for your time and support. Have an awesome day!
~ LeMafiaKreb
