Criers Mansion

Voices

"What do we do now," his voice releases with a croak.

I didn't even want to speak. I was three seconds away from crying me eyes out. I can't believe I exploded like that. I wonder what Oliver is thinking. Maybe he can't think with all that hair matted to his head.

I turn to see Oliver. What I didn't notice was that pendant of a dragon dangling from his neck. Suddenly with a strange pulse, I rip the necklace from his shoulders and plunge it into the dark abyss of the room.

"What in the bloody hell was that for!" he seemed really upset about this.

"Do you want it," I feel some kind of pride about this. But it makes my stomach all queasy.

"Yes I want it!" He looks at me with crazy eyes but they are illuminated by the light blue which makes him look innocent.

"Then you will go get it," I say as I point down to the blackness.

"Alright fine," he swings his legs making them dangle over the hole. He pushes himself with his hands and plunges down into the room.

"You ok!" my voice echoes off the walls in the room. I reach for the flashlight resting in my back pocket. I flick it on and all I see is mist, and the top of Oliver's head.

"I'm fine, but you have to come and see this," he seems to be at home with all of this. It makes me think.

I jump down there only to find Oliver's arms wrapped around me.

Then six torches burst to life as if we triggered something.

The room or should I say, hallway was six feet wide and about thirteen feet long. The walls where lined with vines and hieroglyphics. It took our breathe away.

"Wow this place is amazing!" My voice echoes off the walls as if a school choir was screaming it back at us.

"I know it's crazy ri-," He stops as if his vocal cords where cut off.

"What."

"Ssshh!" he covers my mouth with his sweaty hand. "Do you hear that," it comes out as a half whisper and half nothing. Then I whisper.

"Hear what. . ." I close my eyes and try to listen.

Voices. I hear voices. I jerk my head to look at the end of the room. It splits into two new hallways. One of them has footsteps and voices. I turn around to look at Oliver but all I see is him sprinting in the opposite direction.

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A/N: hey guys. Sorry if this one was short. I'm gonna stop apologizing now because most of the chapters are like this. Can't wait to write more.