The hairs on Cameron’s arms and neck stood on end. He felt something pressing on him. He shivered, not in fear, but in dread. He knew dark magic waited ahead.
“Do you feel that, Lord Neulach?” he whispering to the tall, dark man who walked with him on his right.
Neulach glanced down at him as they followed the tunnel, a tunnel that shouldn’t be there. Cameron had played in the undercroft of the Keep with his cousins many times. He knew all of the corridors and he’d never seen this one. He could tell by the stone floor it wasn’t new. Had it been hidden all of this time?
The ball of magelight the Dragon in human form created floated along the ceiling in front of them, perhaps thirty paces away, casting a pale golden light along the walls and floor. Dampness and the musty, salty smell of old stone filled the air.
“I do, indeed, Cameron,” Aeden’s father, the king of the Dragons, responded in his deep voice. “Tell me again of the search for the Demon portals before the Demons attacked the Keep.” He asked the question to distract his companion from what lay ahead.
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