Lightning Streak interjected, “Truly, he stood up for us! And before, he just…” She hesitated. “He’s never seemed overly fond of the violence Black Blood encouraged… and he’s always been the nicest elder when we were kits…” “Garmadon was a pretty nice kid when he and Wu were young,” Jay retorted dryly. “But that didn’t stop him from becoming evil and trying to destroy the world.” Impatience made Cole’s blood boil. He shoved past Lloyd and Misako, stepped over Earth Flame and Little Leaf, and ran up the hill. He ignored the voices of his friends. “Cole! What the heck!” “I guess that’s our answer.” Jay sounded tired. “Let’s get to it.” The pale shape that was Sky Pelt skirted between rocks ahead of him. Cole ran after the cat, aware of the rest of the group following clumsily. A man appeared and caught up with him, and he recognized Earth Flame’s human form. “You know what you’re doing, Son of Earth?” “I just know I need to get in those caves.” He kept his eyes on Sky Pelt. The scrawny cat paused every once in a while to look back to make sure they were following. At one point he slowed and clambered up a steep little slope. He crawled between two large boulders and vanished. “Hey!” Cole ran up to the boulders and bent down. “Where’d you go? Get back here!” A white and calico shape flashed by his vision. “A secret entrance!” Wolf Paw gasped. “I’ve never seen this one before!” Before anyone could stop her, she wriggled into the rabbit hole after Sky Pelt. “Wolf Paw, you don’t know what’s down there!” Mist Rise bounded up the hill, looking cross. “Get back—!” “Hey, neat!” Earth Flame dashed into the hole after Wolf Paw. Mist Rise groaned. “Perhaps this is why our kind is going extinct.” Lightning Streak eased up the tiny hole and tasted the air. “Earth Flame? Wolf Paw?” “It’s all right! Sky Pelt led us into a secret cavern!” Wolf Paw’s voice sounded muffled. “Great. So how’re we supposed to get in?” Nya huffed.
A little feline head poked out of the hole; Sky Pelt said, “Son of Earth, no hole in the ground is too small for you. Use your powers—and hurry. A patrol could come by at any moment.” He vanished again. Cole understood. He held his arms out and the boulders rolled out of the way. The hole that looked so tiny between the rocks now appeared to be a narrow cave entrance, large enough for humans to crouch into. He could see the cats waiting for them inside. Lloyd was the first to bend his head and enter the cave. “Why are you helping us?” The blue-gray cat met his gaze. “I have sensed warnings of what is to come if Black Blood continues to lead our tribe. As long as she is in power, all will lead to destruction. In an ironic twist of fate,” he added wryly, “our long-time natural enemies may be our only hope in saving our clan and culture.” “You’re not worried about us—y’know—hurting your fellow… cats?” “If opposing those with evil in their hearts is what it takes to restore the balance, then no, I am not worried. However,” the old cat added, “vulnerable ones such as the elders, nursing mothers and kittens will be in danger.” Zane shared a look with Lloyd. “We will take the fighting away from those who cannot protect themselves.” “I will do what I can to help. Let us go.” Sky Pelt turned and vanished into the shadows. The humans hesitated. Cole could see his friends exchanging uncertain looks with one another. Nya whispered to Jay, “I’m not crazy about being trapped in a dark tunnel with one of those sorcerers.” Huffing, Cole entered the cave and brushed past Lloyd. “I’ve been waiting to do this ever since Kai and Skylor were kidnapped. Let’s not get cold feet now!” Something about the rock-hard determination in his voice stirred the others. Skylor followed him. Then Zane. Then everyone else. The ninja crept into one of the many tunnels of the Moon Tribe home.
Birch Tail’s stomach sank. The breath of the young ginger tom lying in the little moss nest had, after slowing and laboring wretchedly, stopped. Hope had been wane already when he’d found the poor cat cast aside in the battlefield, after meeting the wrong end of the Son of Earth’s scythe. Yet he’d cried for help, and Birch Tail used his human form to pick up the young cat and carried him up the mountain and into the healers’ den. Perhaps Fire Paw would have survived if Sky Pelt were here. His gaze flickered to the massive golden tom sitting in one corner of the den between piles of dusty herbs. No Claw attempted to heal the wound with a spell and some herbs, but all the magic did was cause Fire Paw to writhe in pain until No Claw took the spell away. Healing was not his speciality. “He was so young…” Birch Tail murmured. “Yeah, he was a little mouse-brain,” No Claw grunted. “Now get him out of here and bring in the next one.” Birch Tail bristled. “Can’t you show a little respect? He had only just finished his training… now his family will—” “Yeah, yeah, dead cats, boo-hoo.” No Claw’s teeth flashed. “If you want sympathy, save it for the nursery.” Suppressing anger, Birch Tail stalked out of the healers’ den and returned to the gathering cavern. As he crossed the tunnel and entered the massive room, the sounds of suffering returned to his ears. He nearly turned and walked away. Warriors lay strewn left and right across the floor and boulders in the gathering cavern. Moans and caterwauls of the wounded and grieving reverberated against the stone walls like a chorus of vengeful ghosts. Volunteers padded this way and that hastily as they attempted to soothe the injured or bring needed herbs to them from the sorcerers. Even some of the kittens helped out, gripping fat bundles of herbs or water-soaked moss between their tiny jaws as they bounded around the older cats. Despite any and all good efforts, though, cats were passing away before his eyes. So this is what the Sons and Daughters are capable of. Birch Tail swept his gaze over the crowd. Something told him they’d lost many more warriors than humans they’d defeated. Ruthless.
At the word “ruthless” in his mind, he could feel his resolve teetering. Who was the more ruthless? The warrior who defended his home and people being attacked? Or the warrior who came to destroy mothers and kits in their own territory? The Sons and Daughters are the enemy, his brain reminded him. Remember the Red Battle. Yet he also remembered all the recent skirmishes and confrontations between the humans and the Moon Tribe warriors. In nearly each and every instance, the Moon Tribe had initiated the fight. Nearly every time, the Moon Tribe had taken something or someone, threatened something or someone, or hunted something or someone. The humans had always acted in self-preservation and self-defense. No, they started it all. He shook his head, trying to grab his whirling thoughts. They nearly wiped out our tribe seasons ago and their very existence makes it more difficult for us to survive in our own home. They deserve this. When have the humans ever been the ones to strike first? The Red Battle! They chased after a retreating army! We would have done the same thing. Was it temptation threatening to destroy his resolve, or his conscience? Birch Tail continued to resist. We’re the victims here. They tried to destroy us all, and now they’re trying to rob us of our home. We’re doing what we have to in order to survive. A commotion at the entrance across the cavern at last interrupted Birch Tail’s self-warring mind. He shook his head as if sleepy and peered over the many heads turned to the other end of the room. Standing at the entrance were three unhurt warriors: Bumble Nose, Ice Fall and Moss Foot. Carried between each of their jaws, by the scruff of their necks hung— “Wolf pups!” someone gasped. Shock and confusion spread through the crowd, and some of the pained moans dissolved. Ice Fall, a white-pelted female, dropped the puppy she had and smirked at the crowd. “Not just any pups. The Alpha’s pups.”
The others dropped the pups as well. The brown bundles of fluff pressed themselves against their sibling on both sides and shivered together. Their big black eyes were wide with terror as they stared at their foreign surroundings. High-pitched whimpers and chirps came between their panicked panting. Anger surged through Birch Tail. Shoving past cats, he ran up to the entrance to face Ice Fall. “Are you absolutely beetle-brained?! What’d you steal the wolf pack’s puppies for?!” He snarled at the puppies. “Get them out of here!” Though unable to understand the cats’ language, the hostility was clear. The whimpers increased and one puppy began to cry. “Shut up.” Ice Fall slapped the crying pup on the head. The pup squeaked and cowered. “This was not our idea,” Ice Fall said to Birch Tail. “Black Blood’s orders.” “Black Blood’s orders?” Loudly he demanded, “What good could possibly come from stealing these pups? Now we’ll have the whole pack coming here, trying to get the Alpha’s puppies back!” “That’s the plan.” No Claw appeared from the crowd, limping on his still-sore paws. He spoke condescendingly, as if having to explain something to a slow-witted kitten. “Their pack is small compared to our tribe. We will wipe out all the adults, then take the abandoned pups to train ourselves. They will become perfect guard animals.” Birch Tail’s head whirled. He could hardly believe what he was hearing—and judging by the faces of many of the cats standing around them, neither could they. “That’s— that’s monstrous! Monstrous and stupid!” His voice rose angrily. “Not only is the whole tribe being put at risk again, but now we’ve dragged innocent pups into it! Even the adult wolves have done nothing wrong except retreat too early from a battle they knew they could not win! How far is Black Blood going to go?” “How dare you question your queen?” No Claw’s eyes gleamed eagerly. “I must report this to her. In the meantime, hold your tongue, Birch Tail.” Rather than holding his tongue, Birch Tail turned to the crowd. “Tell me I am not the only one who knows this is beetle-brained!” “You’re right!” a tom called.
Another joined in, followed by a couple of females. “We have lost so many already! Why must Black Blood risk the tribe again by waging war on another species?” “Take the pups back!” “Stop this madness!” “Silence!” No Claw roared, arching his back and looking twice as big as he already was. The voices fell to a startled hush. “Hear yourselves! For seasons Black Blood has led us to nothing but victory and prosperity! You dare doubt her now, when we are so close to achieving ultimate victory?” “Uh, yes,” one voice drawled with withering sarcasm. “I just watched my mate and one of my sons pass in front of me because Black Blood threw us into a battle against the Sons and Daughters. You sorcerers have no regard for the good of your own tribe!” the female voice rose, fresh grief making her voice shrill. “You steal and curse and destroy humans and tell us it is so we can live better lives, but the more cats you throw at the humans, the more of us die!” “Birch Tail and Pale Eye are right!” One cat leapt onto a boulder so that he could be seen by everyone. “Whatever the humans are doing to us, this is obviously not the way to—!” With an unearthly hiss and a buzzing sound, a streak of bright, violet light flashed across the room and hit the tom in the chest. He toppled and fell back into the crowd. “Berry Branch!” A cream-colored female, Pale Eye, stood over the fallen figure and glared at No Claw accusingly. “You destroyed him!” “And I’ll destroy the rest of you, too, if you don’t shut up!” No Claw’s yellow-eyed gaze swept over the crowd coldly. “Anyone else have an unwanted opinion?” Birch Tail’s legs felt weak. Head spinning, he staggered back. Could this situation get any worse? “Freeze, turkeys!” Rocks exploded from the wall with a shower of dust. The ninja and their allies poured out of the hole in the wall and into the gathering cavern. The Moon Tribe could only stand and stare, dumbfounded, as the ninja strode in bearing weapons and glaring at the mass of felines.
“‘Freeze, turkeys’?” Mist Rise repeated, casting Jay a look of puzzlement. “What does that mean? You know they are not turkeys, right?” Jay waved him off impatiently. “It’s just an expression, Fluffy.” “Pretty dumb expression for a moment like this,” Lloyd mumbled. “Hey, I don’t see you offering any catchy phrases for busting into the enemy base!” Jay looked offended. “Why don’t you volunteer to be the phrase master next time?” “I have one,” Zane offered. “OK, hit me, Frosty.” “Who likes ice cream? I do!” Jay stared at him. “…Could be worse, I guess.” Shoving past them, Cole growled, “I’ve got a better one. Where the heck is Liana?!” Slamming his fists into the crowd, a crack ran through the surface toward No Claw. The big cat yelped and scurried back as the crack widened and the ground fell away beneath his paws. A mass of voices cried out in fear as the Moon Tribe edged back. “Where’s Liana?!” he repeated. A boulder rose up in the air and was chucked against the wall. The rock shattered to pieces and dust and pebbles rained upon the crowd. Scared and angry growls emitted from the cats. Blind to the fear he was spreading, Cole glared almost dazedly at the mass of felines. A bright orange glow crawled up his forearms and shimmered like a malignant warning. “Where’s—?!” “Son of Earth!” Sky Pelt darted between Cole’s legs and hopped onto a boulder so that he could face him eye-level. The skinny cat spoke gravely. “Calm yourself, for the sake of all you hold dear! Remember, you are not here to destroy. You are here to restore.” “Sky Pelt!” No Claw stumbled back into view warily. His golden fur was bristling and his eyes were wide with incredulity. “You— you are with the Sons and Daughters?”
“Indeed.” Sky Pelt faced the crowd, holding his white-streaked head up high. “We all have lived beneath tyranny, deception and violence for far too long. I regret to confess that I have contributed to the suffering of many here. For that I am sorry—it is a debt I cannot repay.” His voice was deep yet clear enough for everyone to hear. Solemn and pleading, the elderly cat continued, “Now is the time for action: are you with Black Blood, who wishes vengeance on every other living thing and throws her warriors into meaningless battles? Or are you with those of us who wish to preserve the good of our clan and our culture?” “You brought the Sons and Daughters here!” a voice spat in disgust. “You don’t care about us anymore than Black Blood does!” Little Leaf pushed herself past Lloyd and Wu. “But they’re here to help! They don’t have to be our enemies! They’re our friends!” “Little Leaf?” Gasping, Birch Tail took a wary few steps toward the humans. “You’re alive?” Bumble Nose, standing over the pups, joined in. “Black Blood said you’d been taken by an eagle!” “Black Blood’s said a lot of things that weren’t true.” Mist Rise joined Little Leaf, and both shifted into their bakeneko forms. “She tried to get rid of her because Little Leaf had befriended the Sons and Daughters.” A long-haired tom stepped forward with bared teeth. “Befriended them? You disgust me!” Cloud Storm glared at the humans with pure hatred. “Right back at you, pal,” Earth Flame snorted. “If you like living under a psychopathic murderer for a leader, that’s fine as long as you let the rest of the tribe kick you out and live normal lives.” “I will be the one kicking you out! You and all your disgusting human friends!” “Ohh, no,” No Claw’s expression of terror shifted into something darker. “I am afraid that none of you will be leaving these caves alive. That goes for any cat who fights with them!” He sneered at the crowd, “Who among you are so disloyal as to fight alongside the creatures who nearly destroyed our ancestors’ very existence?” Silence. Cole moved as if to throw himself at No Claw, but Lloyd held him back. “Wait.”
Birch Tail looked first upon No Claw, then the mass of cats that represented his family. Then, holding his head and tails up high, he padded across the cavern and stood alongside the ninja. Bumble Nose followed. Then two more cats. Then five more. Then six. More and more cats assembled alongside the humans and stared stonily across the cavern. The ones who stayed by No Claw glared at their tribe-mates with disbelief and disgust. The ones who stood by the ninja gazed upon their tribe-mates with solemn determination and sorrow. “So be it.” No Claw bared his teeth. “Honorable Moon Tribe warriors, attack!” “Ohh, yeah.” Skylor cracked her knuckles together. “I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time.” Lloyd, through allergy-red eyes, pulled up his mask and started, “Ninjaaaaa…!” “Go!” The ninja and their allies, both human and feline, threw themselves at the mass of snarling fur, claws and teeth. The Great Battle resumed, more deadly than before.
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“This way, kits!” The dark-furred female frantically attempted to herd her kittens out of the gathering cavern. Screaming cats were wrestling all around her little family, threatening to crush her kittens. Dodging this way and that to avoid groups of skirmishing cats, Dark Cinder tried to use her tails to guide her kittens and keep them close to her. She could see the exit right ahead—they were so close… She looked back to count them again. “One, two, three… wait.” She froze. “Where’s—?” “Mama!” Dark Cinder’s gaze jerked up. Several feet away, one of her sons, Stoat Poppy, was crouching beside a boulder. Trembling from ear to paw, he stared at the violence surrounding him. His tiny wail could hardly be heard above the clamor of furious screeching and pained caterwauling. “Mama!” Without thinking the mother started toward her kitten. “I’m coming—!” A large tom fell in front of her, having been shoved away by his opponent. His body slammed into two of the remaining kittens; one was crushed beneath the body while another tumbled away into the battlefield. The third kitten squeaked and clung to her mother.
Dark Cinder grabbed the kitten that had been crushed beneath the wounded tom. Thankfully the kit was unhurt, if a little traumatized. With one kit trembling at her paws, another between her jaws, and two more lost in the battlefield, Dark Cinder stood there helpless and frantic. “I’ve got him!” Dark Cinder nearly gasped and dropped the kitten she held. One of the humans, clothed in bright blue pelts, was kneeling by the boulder and grabbing the kitten left behind. Before the mother could think of attacking him, Jay came running to her and picked up the other kitten on the ground. “Here’s the other one!” Nya snatched the fourth kitten and joined him. She spoke to Dark Cinder quickly. “We’ve got to get your family to safety!” The mother released her kitten between her paws to gasp, “But— but you are the enemy! The Sons and—!” “If you want to continue hating our guts, that’s fine,” Jay huffed. “But these kittens shouldn’t have to suffer for it. Come on!” Before she could protest, Jay picked up the last kitten while Nya took Dark Cinder. As they raced for the tunnel leading to the nursery, Zane joined them with three more kittens and two elderly cats clinging to his arms. “Remember to stick with our teammates!” he cried over the clamor. “Without our guides, we can get lost in these tunnels easily!” “Don’t worry, we’re right behind you!” Quick Fin kept up with Zane in her human form, carrying a couple of elders as well. While the kittens, mothers and elders were carried off the safety, Skylor and Ronin fought wholeheartedly alongside the rest of the ninja and their werecat allies. Both used martial arts to disarm and take down their opponents non-lethally. Wolf Paw stayed by their side. The girl werecat, quick and deadly on her paws, was like a black and white-spotted shadow keeping at bay any warrior who attempted to attack Ronin or Skylor from the back. “This is for playing with my head like a yo-yo, you two-tailed freaks!” Ronin snarled. “Hey now.” Wolf Paw looked at him, offended. “Watch your tongue!”
“No offense.” Metal flashed in midair. Two throwing stars sank into the shoulders of a nekomata. The big cat yowled and limped in a circle, attempting to reach the objects of her pain. Ronin ran up and kicked her in the jaw, knocking her out. The surge of Moon Tribe warriors on Black Blood’s side was pushing the invaders back to the wall, attempting to trap them there. Seeing this, Skylor shouted to Ronin and Wolf Paw, “Make sure they don’t push us back! Give ourselves as much room in here as you can!” With that she summoned a blast of lightning, stunning a dozen cats in her way. As they tumbled together, unconscious, she leapt nimbly over them and stood atop a boulder. Two massive cats were there; they glared at her and lunged. Rolling her hands into fists, Skylor met the first cat and threw one arm beneath his foreleg and behind his neck. Her shoulder jabbed into his throat as she used her other hand to reach down and grab his hind leg. In one swift shove she toppled him over, knocking the breath out of him. The second cat slammed her to the floor. Pain throbbed in her head. Skylor summoned a green energy ball and burst it into the cat’s face. The cat went flying clear across the cavern with a shocked scream. Head whirling, Skylor stumbled to her feet. Gah, I hit my head hard… I think I’m seeing things. Her vision blurred strangely—she would still see individual cats thrashing below her, but the images kept popping and quivering as if her eyes could not focus. One image in particular was of a humanoid figure in the middle. His form was so dark and hazy, all she would make out was that he wore a long violet cape and some strange headdress… “Why, Skylor! Are you still being my naughty-naughty little girl?” Shock coursed through her like electricity. Feeling sick, she staggered and fell on her rump. The image from the crowd was coming into focus like a hazy ghost from a cloud of mist. The voice of Master Chen grew louder, drowning out the rest of the world.
“How could you be so cruel to your father?” The high, raspy voice mingled with both light amusement and scathing bitterness. At last his face came into view. He towered over her, grinning like a madman. “It is because of you I am dead! Can you be so cold-hearted as to forget your own father, my little daughter?” Skylor scrambled back. “Get— get away from me!” She hated how her voice shook. “How— how are you still alive? You were sent to the Cursed Realm!” “Oooh, was I?” Cackling, Chen’s body shifted and shrank. Before Skylor could register what was happening, a little brown-haired girl in polar bear skins stood before her. Her eyes were filled with tears. “You left me behind! It’s all your fault!” “Ki— Kissimi?!” Something in her mind clicked. Standing, her eyes scanned the dark cave walls. A thin figure crouching atop a large pile of boulders caught her eye. Though cast in shadow and standing several yards away, Skylor recognized the scraggly tawny hair and the ragged robes. “Broken Fang!” The werecat witch threw back her head and cackled. “Did you really think you could just leave me tied up on that hill? Mere ropes are nothing to me, kitten!” The image of Kissimi vanished. Skylor leapt off the boulder and stalked up toward Broken Fang. Words could not describe the burning anger she felt boiling within herself. The old woman sneered at her, “You know, being in your head while you were in the Dark Sleep was quite fun, kitten. How tragic that your mother passed away and your father was mad. You act strong and confident now, but deep down inside you are still wounded. Scars that deep do not go away, no matter how hard you try.” Skylor stopped. “You’re the one who came into my restaurant. You kidnapped me and put me in the Dark Sleep.” “Indeed.” Broken Fang’s crooked teeth flashed. Rage coursed through Skylor like burning fire. “You disguised yourself as me. You took Kai. You threw us into the realms.” Her voice rose to a grieving scream. “Kai is gone because of you!”
Before Broken Fang could react, plumes of fire burst from Skylor’s hand. Heartbreak and rage mingled together in a hoarse scream. The yellow ninja used gravity to lunge herself into the werecat and fire to score burns across her face. Broken Fang and Skylor fell from the boulders, wrestling, scratching, cursing each other. Broken Fang fought for her fallen brother. Skylor fought for her lost lover. Both their rage knew no bounds.
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Wu, Misako, and Mist Rise worked together to protect Mr. Brookstone from the onslaught of warrior cats. Gripping his staff with white knuckles, Mr. Brookstone stuck close to his bodyguards as they whacked swiftly and mercilessly at any and all cats who attempted to get past them. Mist Rise fought with a long clearstone sword, meeting others in their human forms and using his strength and skill to cut them down. Meanwhile Little Leaf helped Lloyd push the group forward, giving themselves more room in the cavern and making the enemy retreat step by step. Knowing his friends and family had things under control at the moment, Cole returned to the foremost goal in his mind. Scanning the thrashing wave of fur and claws, he caught sight of a familiar face amongst the crowd. “Earth Flame!” Shoving himself past furry bodies, Cole joined the werecat and helped him fight off a nekomata attempting to drag him to the floor. With the tekko-cagi claws he scratched the offending cat’s face. Yowling in pain, it fled. “Thanks, two-leg,” Earth Flame puffed. An angry-looking scratch over one of his eyes stood out against his face. “Earth Flame,” Cole shouted over the clamor, “where does the tribe keep its prisoners?” The werecat man seemed to pick up Cole’s train of thought at once. “Follow me!” The two of them jostled their way through the crowd. Cole focused on the back of Earth Flame’s head so as not to lose sight of him. While the rest of the team pushed against the wave of Moon Tribe enemies relentlessly, the two boys reached a side tunnel and ducked inside. “Stay close,” Earth Flame growled.
The tunnel was pitch-black. How do these cats see in here? Swallowing, Cole bent his head to keep from hitting it on the ceiling and followed the werecat into darkness. The roar of battle gradually faded, as did the natural light. Sand and pebbles crunched beneath his boots. Reaching one hand out to guide himself by feeling the wall, he accidentally brushed Earth Flame’s shoulder. He could feel the man jump. “Sorry.” As it became too dark for him to see the difference between his eyes open and closed, he realized with an uncomfortable jolt that this felt a lot like the few days he’d spent blind. They turned into adjoining corridors several times. An occasional lamp hovering by itself (sorcerers’ magic?) would chase away the darkness in the larger tunnels, but as soon as they turned into a different passage and left the small ball of light, Cole would have to wait for his eyes to adjust all over again. What made the experience nerve-wracking was waiting for someone or something to jump out at them from the thick darkness at any moment. Though he knew Earth Flame’s senses were sharp in his home, he couldn’t help but expect to see Black Blood’s cold green eyes staring at him every time he turned around. Was the air colder down here? He shivered and wished another lamp would appear soon. “How much further?” “Can’t say. I don’t come down here a lot.” The werecat tasted the air for a moment, then turned into another tunnel. “This way… I think this is it.” Faint golden light pierced the darkness, much to Cole’s relief. As his eyes adjusted to the lamp, he realized several iron doors lined this corridor. Like the random floating lamps, they appeared to be the only human-inspired aspects of the Moon Tribe’s home. “Over here!” Earth Flame stood by a door down the hall, eyes lightning up. “Someone’s in there. A female.” Cole’s heart leapt. “Stand back.” With a loud grunt, he summoned a large clump of rock from the wall. The clump slammed into the iron door. Metal snapped and groaned in protest. When he drew the rock back, the door looked twisted, lock and handle crushed. “Neat,” Earth Flame quipped.
Cole chucked the boulder aside and yanked the door clean off its hinges. “Liana?” Silence. The cell looked small and dark. Heart pounding, he stepped into the little room. A chill ran through him—the cave was ice-cold. How could anything live in a place like this? Now he felt nearly too scared to find the answer, yet he looked for it. A dark shape crumpled against the far wall stood out as his eyes adjusted. He stared at it. The shape looked human. The next thing he knew was that he was kneeling by the girl. His breath came out shallowly. “Liana— Liana, wake up, it’s me. I’m here, it’s all going to be OK now—” The lamplight fell upon her face as he turned her over onto her back. “Matilda!” Mingled confusion, disappointment, relief and joy left him sitting there speechless. Then he curled his arms around her. “Help me.” Earth Flame bent down and helped Cole drag Matilda out of the cell. As she was carried into the lamplight, Cole got a better look at her appearance and immediately felt sick to his stomach. Her green dress and midnight-blue robes were torn and filthy. The belt carrying bottles of potions and herbs was gone. Face white, she lay helplessly between the boys like a sleeping child. What sickened him was the hideous scratches that crisscrossed her face, arms, hands, and neck. “Who did this to you?” Cole murmured bleakly. Earth Flame looked at him uncertainly. He opened his mouth as if to answer, then changed his mind. “I think I know where they keep her magic-things. Wait here.” “I’m not going anywhere.” The werecat dashed away down the dimly-lit corridor. Gently Cole pulled Matilda’s head into his lap and took her hand into his. She felt so cold all over… Another scratch peeking out beneath her sleeve caught his eye. He pulled back the sleeve to reveal a long, familiar-looking scratch running down the underside of her arm from the wrist. His stomach dropped.
