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This they did, and towards the end of their search, discovered an arch, burnt into the stone by some unseen force.

“Rebere or one of the others must have been here.” Lytt murmured, tracing the marks with a wary hand. She didn’t want to get burned. “I think we should go through here.”

“I agree.” Dharin replied, holding his sword at the ready. “Hopefully we’ll find someone.”

He led the way, but Lytt noticed that her snowflake held very little light. They were running out of time.

“Wait, don’t move!” Dharin bent to examine something. Lytt guided her snowflake closer. It was a wire, attached to an odd-looking rock.

“What is it?” Lytt resisted handling the rock.

“I don’t know, but I think this is Franz’s work. Which means I bet I know which people are over here. Don’t touch the wire.” Dharin stepped over it with no trouble, and offered a hand to Lytt. She accepted after a short pause, and he helped her over the trap. Her snowflake had dwindled so much that they could only see three or four feet in front of them.

The pair proceeded cautiously, Lytt leading the way with her light, Dharin guarding the rear. The tunnel was just wide enough to allow them to walk single-file.

“How deep?” A masculine voice asked. Lytt froze, and Dharin skillfully avoided running into her. She pressed herself against the wall, letting Dharin pass her as her snowflake completely vanished, plunging them into darkness.

Except it wasn’t darkness. People were silhouetted against a red glow up ahead, standing at the brink of a cavernous pit. Dharin smiled, striding ahead, and Lytt followed cautiously. Her wingtip brushed against one side of the wall, then another, and she stifled vomit. Claustrophobia threatened to overwhelm her, but she forced it down.

A brilliant green flash lit the room, not especially bright, but definitely eerie. As the light slowly faded, another masculine voice said, “A few hundred feet.”

“Should we turn around?” It was the first voice.

“No, the way is blocked.” Dharin spoke this time. Three men whirled in the light from the front’s fiery sword.

Lytt instantly reached for an arrow. Delernious. He was here. Him or one of his minions. She should’ve known it was a trap. She tapped Dharin on the shoulder, and he paused.

“Don’t tell them about the snowflake,” she whispered in his ear. “For my sake.”

If the man with the flaming sword found out that she was the Keeper of Physical Ice, then she would be done for. Just like Indarra. A jolt rent Lytt’s heart. Dharin seemed confused, but nodded.

“Dharin,” the first speaker seemed mildly surprised.

 

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