Mirabella's head jerked back and forth as she heard the chilling poem, and saw the green glow. She realised she was not where she was before. She tried to sit up, but felt frozen to the spot.
'Blazes! We hafta get outta here!!' Mirabella said in a coarse whisper, trying to stop herself from shaking. It was all good and well saying it, but Mirabella could barely move, let alone run from their new found 'shelter'.
She tried to look about for Ben, Olo, or any pf the others. She could barely see. All she heard was that things voice, its whisper. It seemed ages old, and filled with hate and suffering to all who heard it.
A hiss and sort of laugh could be heard through the dark cavern.
Mirabella mumbled to herself as she lost awareness 'Right adventure we be having Mira. I right old adventure...'
[ June 27, 2003: Message edited by: Taralphiel ]
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