Egg Hunter

Chapter Three

THUD!!  

"UUGH!!" I groan. I am laying face-down on solid rock.  Everything feels detached, somewhere far away I feel a dull ache. I slowly push myself up. My arms lock and lightning seems to shoot through me. Hot blood slowly trickles from my nose and into my mouth. Eeeww!!! I hate the taste of blood. But hopefully only a bloody nose is the worst of my injuries. I continue to push myself up when my right ankle pops. I gasp, fire immediately hovers over what seems to be a really bad sprain. Gritting my teeth, I finally manage to pull myself into a sitting position with my right leg stretched out. I delicately finger my ankle, which is now hot and extremely swollen. 

With an exasperated sigh I lean against the pit wall. Surprisingly, the wall is hot and dry as if all the water simply sizzled off it. 

I look around, confused. So I am in the pond, I think to myself. The strange brightness has faded, except for the crystal center, but other than that, everything is so still that I can't see a thing. I continue to sit, staring at the beautiful swirling energy within the crystal. It's so quiet down here, I can help but feel hopeless as I gazed into the slow melancholy swirls.

I won't be able to get out, that's it! I said it! There is no more hope left for me. I have absolutely no idea how to get out of here, especially with an ankle that's bound to be broken. I suddenly grow hot at the pit of my stomach, from my own stupidity, my own little craving for some STUPID strawberries. HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO RIDICULOS?! I couldn't just wait for some strawberries to be carted home, and now I'm stuck here! I growl, and a low rumble echoes up to the opening, miles above me. The swirls in the crystal waver a moment, as if annoyed. That makes me feel better. I roar, at the top of my lungs, I pour out every bit of rage, every ounce of pain, all that my parents have given to save me, only to come to this. I scream and scream and srceam, refusing to go hoarse, I won't die trapped, wounded AND mute. I'll die fighting.... even if their's noting to fight. I'll suffocate from never taking in another breath if I have to, as long as I can yell all I want.

The noise bounces off the walls growing louder, and hitting impossibly high pitches, as well as unachievably low ones. The swirls dance to the vibrations, bouncing and wriggling, lighting up and fading out. It all clashes together, forming a huge flame alongside the roar of a dragon.