7. Chapter Seven
"You have got to be kidding me!"
He left the carriage and followed his caretaker across the rippling blades of grass. The nearer he drew to the tree, the more frightened he became. It might of been his imagination, but he swore he could hear the faintest of voices issuing somehow from the depths of the sycamore tree. He looked down, and expected to see a mass of tree roots, but instead got an unpleasant surprise. Instead of roots, there was a huge gap at the foot of the sycamore. "Its alright, Salazar," his caretaker soothed. "All you need to do is slide down the hole." She spoke as though she knew what he was thinking. With a reassuring nod, Salazar peered over the edge of the ditch, shut his eyes tight, and jumped. It only took a moment or two for his feet to find their balance as he landed at the bottom of the hole. While his eyes adjusted to the rapid change in light level, Salazar noticed a short tunnel leading to a circular room on his right. As though he knew where exactly he was going, Salazar entered the room to a few gasps, and one cry of "Two down, two more to go..."