“Cool,” Mason said. “Sorry, Cyrailia.” I sighed. “Maybe some other time. “ “Oh, right.” Mason’s disappointment riding the words deep into the snow. “I almost forgot about our search for Shadow Mountain.” “You’ll have a heck of time finding a mountain around here,” Argos said, stroking his leathery chin. “This place is as flat as a pancake.” He was right—the frost-molded landscape was uneven and spotted with low shrubs, rocks and reindeer moss. But, not steep or hilly. “Aiden why don’t you just use the tunnel?” Cyrailia pointed to a small gap in the surface of a pile of snow. “That opening becomes a long corridor that leads straight to the far side of Shadow Mountain.” “You think it’s a good idea?” I asked. “I mean confined spaces, spiders and …show more content…
He pushed me into the chair. “Wait!” I protested. Stinky snapped his fingers. Straps sprang from the sides of the chairs, lashing around our waists. “Wait!” Mason screamed. “This is not cool . . .” The lullaby All the Pretty Little Horses gobbled up the rest of his words. “Hey, Stinky!” I protested. “Let us go.” “Oh, yeah sure whatever kid.” A new set of straps leaped out from the top and bottom of the chairs, wrapping around our ankles and arms. The straps started tightening. “Don’t worry,” Stinky snickered. “Your time’s almost up.” “You’re going to kill us aren’t you?” I asked. “Very perceptive, I like that about you. Yes,” he admitted, wiping beads of sweat off his bumpy forehead with a pink handkerchief. “That’s the plan.” “Aiden.” Mason croaked, like a strangled chicken. “Please . . . help me.” Argos must’ve heard his plea because he started scraping and scratching away at the dirt. He pounded his fist against the rocks, which cracked and split in two. Daylight streamed into the cavern. The goblin made a disgusted hiss, pointed his crooked finger at the giant Cyclops, and slashed through the air with a claw. A Green light crackled in the cave. “Interfering stupid oafs die. So