Obert Skye - Leven Thumps 02 by Leven Thumps & the Whispered Secret

Author:Leven Thumps & the Whispered Secret [Thumps, Leven & Secret, the Whispered]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction
Publisher: Deseret Book Company
Published: 2006-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Separated at Bite

It was so silent. Leven could hear himself breathing, but nothing else. He repositioned his hold on the narrow rim inside the vat. He and Geth had been soaking in the gaze for hours, and Leven had little or no doubt that his body could now out-wrinkle any raisin around. His entire being felt like a massive bruise.

“We’ve got to get out,” Leven urged.

“Only the seed can set us free,” Geth said solemnly. “They build each gaze as an intricate puzzle. A series of blows with wood in certain spots closes the gaze. And only the growth of the seed opens it back up.”

“So this is it?” Leven asked. “We’re done for?”

“We’ll see what fate has in mind,” Geth said.

“Maybe Winter will come for us,” Leven suggested, more to himself than anyone else.

“Actually,” Geth said, “Winter has her own problems. By the time she might find us it will be too late.”

“What about Amelia?”

Geth was silent.

“She’s trapped too?” Leven asked.

Geth was still silent. “I’m afraid she was caught in the gunt,” he finally answered, knowing Leven deserved to know. “Winter tried to save her, but it was no use.”

“She’s dead?” Leven asked sadly.

His eyes burned momentarily and then cooled.

“Are you sure?” Leven added.

“I’m sorry.”

Leven had barely known his Grandmother Amelia, but she had been his only real family. He had nobody else, and the knowledge that he was the single remaining Thumps was as painful as learning of Amelia’s passing.

“She was so kind,” Leven whispered.

“And important to Foo,” Geth added.

Leven hated the rovens. He hated everything that was happening. He hated the selfish and dark dreams of Reality that had helped give beings like Sabine power. Leven wiped water from his eyes.

Geth patted Leven on the shoulder.

“I want to get out and see where she died,” Leven insisted.

“Then we must hope that fate has us favorably in its sight.”

“Amelia wouldn’t want us to give up,” Leven said. “At least Clover is out there; he can help. That’s something.”

“That’s true,” Geth replied. “But it will take more than a single sycophant to save us from this gaze.”

“You don’t know Clover,” Leven said. “He won’t stop until we’re free.”

“We’ll see what fate has in mind,” Geth agreed with excitement, even as his tiny body was hardening further. “This is always my—”

Geth was interrupted by a terrific screech that pierced the air. Leven shook, and Geth grabbed onto a lock of Leven’s hair right below the white patch. The screech continued, and in the faint glow Leven could see rows of pointed, white objects piercing the sides of the gaze. The container began to vibrate, and Leven lost his grip and floated toward the center of the vat. The agitated water splashed into his eyes and up his nose. He sputtered and wiped his face and could see the dots growing larger and beginning to look like white wedges pushing through the wood.

“What’s happening?” Leven yelled.

“I have no idea,” Geth yelled back, water sloshing everywhere. “But I think those are teeth!”

Leven looked closely and realized Geth was right.

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