Reconciliation Of Hate by Sarah Noffke & Michael Anderle

Author:Sarah Noffke & Michael Anderle [Noffke, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2020-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifty-Four

Evan was breathless, sweat running down his brow, his hands gripping the corner of the hallway in what he guessed was a distant corner of the dungeon far under the Castle.

The weeping angels had “transported” him over two dozen times to various places in the building. None of the locations were remotely close to others, his room, the kitchen, or the exit.

Evan was starting to think that he’d be “lost” in the Castle for the rest of his life. Or until he starved, which felt like it wouldn’t be that long.

He pressed his head into the corner of the cold stone wall and muttered to himself, “Please don’t be there. Please. Please. Please.”

Drawing in a breath, Evan straightened, knowing that he couldn’t put this off anymore. He thought that he’d figured out the trick to getting past the stone angels, but it wasn’t easy. The last time he’d tried it, they’d blotted out the torches, cast him in darkness, and ruined his chances. Then they’d transported him to another part of the dungeon. The torches lining the wall were still lit, but that might not last. He only had to make it to a part of the Castle with windows, then that little trick of the mean angels wouldn’t work anymore.

He prepared himself and released the breath he’d been holding. He then stepped around the corner and faced the long dark hallway lined with torches.

Stiffening, he found exactly what he’d expected—at the far end of the narrow corridor was another stone angel with their face covered with their hands.

Wide-eyed, Evan stepped forward and approached the angel that divided him from the dungeon's exit on the other side.

“Don’t blink,” he told himself, thinking that was the answer to the riddle of the stone angels. When he took his eyes off them, they moved. If they got close to him, they transported him.

“Don’t blink,” he repeated and took another step.

The torch closest to him snuffed out.

“Oh, damn it,” he seethed. If there was no light, then the point went to the angels, and they transported Evan yet again.

His stomach rumbled. He could swear he smelled fresh bread and other savory aromas wafting down from the Castle’s kitchen.

I must be losing my mind. Another torch extinguished ahead. “Oh, hell no.”

Evan didn’t have much magical reserve left after playing this game with the Castle for what felt like days. However, he would drain the very last of his magic to get to the feast happening upstairs.

Holding out his palm, Evan created a light orb. It bobbed above his palm, glowing brightly.

All of the torches in the hallway extinguished at once, but the light orb did its job. Evan could still see the stone statue not too far ahead.

He kept his eyes wide, feeling them start to burn from not blinking. As quickly as he dared, Evan strode forward while keeping his gaze on the weeping angel.

When he was to it, he stepped around it, walking backward to ensure he kept his eyes on the angel.

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