And what did the archaeon know about her great, great grandmother? And why, exactly, had it said Fer"s identity was interesting? She had to converse with it again. This time she"d be more prepared, not so tongue-tied. She"d ask it all the questions crowding her mind. The creature was as bad as Hellen, the way it played games with her. She"d had enough of them.
But, try as she might, she could not reach the cavern again. She sensed the creature, but couldn"t find the cobwebbed tunnel to its lair. It appeared the archaeon did not wish to be interrupted. She tried and tried but it was no use. Her questions would have to wait.
A scream rang through the quiet trees, jarring her from her thoughts. The raw, ragged sound was alarming after so long in the unnatural hush of the wood. As it died sh
