The Jungle Temple Oracle by Mark Cheverton

Author:Mark Cheverton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sky Pony Press
Published: 2015-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

THE SWARM

They ran out of the library and headed toward the only exit they knew. The problem was that they were also running toward that swishing-squeaking sound. Turning the corner, they found a section of the passageway completely missing, chunks of floor and wall that were clearly victim to the creepers’ explosive embrace. Torches lay scattered on the ground as well as some inventory items . . . likely the remains of the missing NPCs.

Suddenly, they heard feet running toward them through the darkness. Drawing his sword, Gameknight moved to the front of the group and readied himself for battle. Hunter moved next to him and placed a torch on the wall. As the circle of light expanded, they saw Weaver running straight toward them, a look of panic on his face. His iron armor was dented and cracked as if he’d been in a huge battle.

“They’re coming! Run!” Weaver said as he approached.

He reached Gameknight and Hunter, but did not stop. Digger reached out and grabbed the NPC and held him tight, but the villager’s momentum knocked both of them to the floor.

“Weaver,” Crafter said as he helped the NPC to his feet, “try to calm down and tell us what happened.”

“They’re both gone,” he said as he was trying to catch his breath. “They were both standing there, then Planter saw the creepers and charged them. He got two of them before the others exploded.”

“Are all the creepers gone?” Hunter asked.

“Only one survived, but that one got Baker,” Weaver said.

“So they’re all gone,” Hunter said. “We’re OK?”

“NO!” Weaver snapped. “There was something there other than the creepers!” He paused for a moment to catch his breath, then continued. “They came out of the blocks . . . little spiny things with segmented bodies.”

Hunter looked at Gameknight as if she didn’t believe what she was hearing.

“I saw them!” Weaver added. “They were the color of stone . . . all gray. At first we didn’t see them; the little monsters blended in with the stone brick, but then we saw their tiny eyes reflecting the light of the torches. We thought they might be bats, but then they started making that weird swishing sound. Suddenly, they were all around us, coming right out of the blocks. I killed a couple, but for every one I hit, another jumped out of a block, and then another and another.”

“What are you talking about?” Crafter asked him.

“Silverfish,” Gameknight said, the swishing-squeaking sound suddenly making sense to him. “They’re throughout the strongholds. You kill one and two more come out of the blocks. That’s what we heard swishing and squeaking back near the fountain room. Silverfish must have been the swarm that got all the kids way back when.”

“What do we do?” Carver asked. “Fight?”

“NO!” Gameknight snapped. “We don’t fight, we run. Silverfish never stop attacking, and when you wound one, it calls out to the others hiding nearby in the blocks, increasing their number until they swarm over everything in their path.

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