Stone Sacrifice ✔️Chronicles of Grey BOOK ONE [COMPLETED]

Chapter Thirteen

Arion grunted in pain and I felt a flare of fear for him and gripped his shirt. I could say nothing though - we dared say nothing as the mass still went by, inches from our boots. It had missed us by less then a twig and the massive black-scaled body was moving at a rapid pace through the floor we had just stood on a moment before.

The rocks stopped crumbling though and I risked looking up, squinting in the stone dust. I tugged at his shirt so he looked down at me. You hurt? I mouthed.

He frowned at me as if confused on why I was concerned but shook his head.
Then the rumbling stopped and he stepped back slowly. But we didn't have much time - we'd angered it, and so it would be back to make another pass. We needed to get out.

Now.

But how?

Before I could ask the question, Aitch threw one of his axes up into the hole and when it stuck there, he ran on the limited flooring he had and jumped. He caught the handle, and though it wiggled, it held on long enough for him to dig another axe in and secure it, then he climbed up a bit more and crouched so his arm was down and reaching.

Arion motioned me to go but I shook my head repeatedly, no way was I jumping over that hole and gripping onto axes that only barely stuck between the stone.

He shrugged and turned to Jaz who nodded and ran at him, he put his hands down, cupping them, and when she stepped into it he lifted, pushing her high so she grasped Aitch who lifted her easily with one arm, having her climb over him as if he were part of a ladder. Clearly, they've done something like this before.

Arion turned to me and raised an eyebrow.

I grimaced but let out a breath and ran for it. Having someone throw you into the air was nerve wracking and having to rely on someone else to catch you was even more so. Talk about a trust exercise.

Aitch grasped my right hand and I used my injured one to grip onto his shoulder, my body shaking; I did not like this at all.

But I managed to get up so I was basically kneeling on his shoulders, then I could see it started to curve again from there. I was feeling frighteningly weak compared to usual thanks to my injuries, and when I reached my injured hand up to grasp the arrow stuck into the crack there - clearly left by Jazera - I remembered that my arm had been injured as well, not just my hand. Apparently I had forgotten such an injury, and that probably amounted for at least half of my dizzy state.

But I didn't dare complain, only climbed into the curve and saw with a grimace that after the curve, it went straight up again. I could see this clearly because I could see Jaz standing somewhere at the top with her fire and fire was coming from below as well. I looked down to see Arion waiting, looking not at me but at his other hand which gripped the arrow and he looked worried. I understood when he looked up at me that I had left blood on the arrow. I should not still be bleeding, but the strain and over use, not to mention how it needed stitches, were doing some damage.

I looked away before he could think of something to say and let out a breath. I could do this.

I grasped the arrow near the base and climbed.

She had stuck enough arrows in that it was almost easy if I could ignore the pain, at least until I got near the top and had to leap a bit to reach the two arrows stuck there. I grabbed one with each hand which hurt, but when my right hand slipped, leaving me with all my weight on my left, I jolted from the shock of pain and slipped again. Next thing I knew, I was falling...

Arion caught me around my waist with a grunt and I didn't even care that he was giving me a glare of his own for having to save my life once again, I gripped onto him tightly until my foot found a place to settle then let my shaking arms rest on his shoulders, letting him keep me steady. Knowing you are worth literally a thousand dragon crystals to someone really makes you trust them with your life.