I clapped my hands, and Zidane laughed, his eyes thinning as he adjusted me again. I tightened my hand around him again as we went up the remaining rocky path. I watched As Zidane wore through the narrow path till we finally got the small opening. The cave had nothing but a narrow opening, with stones piled all around.
Zidane leaned, and I got off his back. He straightened again, his chest heaving as he examined it. I could see his excitement diminish. It was supposed to be open.
He reached for the map and opened it again, his eyes squinting, his chest rising and falling with each deep, disappointed breath.
"This is it," he confirmed under his breath, his chest heaving. He gave a small hiss as he folded the map and put it away. "Stand back," he said to me, then walked around, his eyes n
