Chapter 11 Who is in the Dark
Arastor had the nightmare again. The rock above his head came crashing down on him, crushing his bones, burying him alive.
The ranger cried out and was wakened by Rain.
“You were screaming in your sleep again.”
“It’s this place.” Arastor rubbed his eyes of sleep, “I think being in these caverns is driving me mad.”
“We’ll be gone soon,” Rain slung her swords on her back. “You’ll feel better when we get back to the sunlight.”
“You can move the stones yourself?”
“No problem. They are heavy but roll with ease. If Gimadin had used a few long poles, he could have pushed them farther away from his kingdom.”
“Then why didn’t he?” Arastor said it as a rhetorical question. He knew Rain had the same question.
“It would appear the stones addled the King’s brain.”
