The cold stone eyes of the rock man slowly turned away from the old man and Rachel and it walked away, following its three comrade down a mine tunnel.
"This way," whispered the old man as he followed the stone men down the tunnel.
Though Rachel was afraid to follow those monsters, she was more afraid to be alone. Carefully, she crept after the old man, and, hand in hand, the two followed the stone men through the dimly lit mine tunnels.
After a while, they came to a massive, natural cavern. The mine lanterns were missing there, but a sickly greenish glow poured forth from a great pick, half chocked with rubble. A small group of humans, dirty and dressed on tattered clothes, were excavation the pit shaft of the enormous amount of rubble.
Rachel barely restrained herself from screaming as several giant tentacles lashed out of the cleared section of the pit and writhed about the cavern.
"The legends are true" said the old man. "If we only knew it's name, we might be able to bind it again."
"Why its name?" asked a terrified Rachel, physically shaking in horror.
"The legends surrounding these primal monsters suggest that to use its name one can bend these creatures to one's will."
"Or summon it. Saying its name might release it further, or set it loose upon God's green earth."
"Rachel, do the Caddo legends name this creature?"
"Yes," she said timidly. "Please, don't make me say it. We might call it right out of its prison, or..."
"Rachel, it'll soon be loose. Its awake. That means the stars are right. All it needs is to have that crumb cleared out of rubble, and it will come forth and wreck madness upon the h man race, this place, and all the universe. We have to take that chance. I should have at least enough of a telepathic capacity to at least slow it down. Now, Rachel, please! What is its name ?".
"Caddaja," gasped Rachel. Immediately the tentacles lurched forth out of the almost excavated pit, latched upon the ledge and tried to pull itself up out of the pit.
"Run!" cried the old man as he took Rachel's hand and ran.
The human slaves in the cavern panicked, and despite the flailing tentacles of Caddaja and its minions, the self one people, they fled. Several nearly ran into the old man and Rachel. One, a girl about Rachel's age, did so.
"Sorry, sweetie," said a familiar voice coming from the golden haired young lady.
"Tallulah!" cried Rachel. "You're alive."
"Tallulah!" cried the old man putting both hands to his head. "Of course, the American Girls in London. But that's fifty years from now. What's going on here? Who are you."