Chapter Fifty-Seven: In Which Monsters Attack
Once upon a time, in a kingdom full of caves, there was a man. And one day, he met something he had never seen before.
“Monsters! They’re here!” he shouted, running into the plaza. He looked like a mess. His clothes were torn up and he had a gash on his shoulder. “They’re coming!”
Dr. Blossoms was supposed to be the best doctor (or healer, as they called it here) in the area, but Jack wasn’t sure why. So far she hadn’t done any real healing, just kept on taking notes and inspecting Snow and Flint, as well as asking Jack irrelevant questions. The questions were actually the only reason why he was allowed in the room. Everyone else was outside, pacing around the hallways of the Grand House where the Council of the Tree have offices and meeting rooms.
Chapter Fifty-One: In Which A Plan Is Hatched
The first time Jack went in the dark place that led to the Fearsome Forest, it was scary. Now, with about ten other people, the whole dark and creepy atmosphere was ruined by the many torches they had, illuminating the pathway, and the conversations everyone was having. Flake kept on having some conversation with Rose, Chief Phoenix was complaining, and Chief Alya kept on pestering Jack with questions he didn’t have the answer to. He was scared that his dad would somehow be alerted by the noises they were making.
Chapter Fifty-Three: In Which A Plan Fails
What? Flake thought, pausing. Run?
He’s heading back to the lab! Hurry! Run! Rose screamed in his head.
“Everyone! Rose says that You-Know-Who is heading back to the lab!” Flake exclaimed.
Chapter Forty-Nine: In Which Everyone Once Again Erupts In Speech
Flake wasn’t sure what he thought of the boy. (Come to think of it, he didn’t even know his name.) At first he came off as scared and helpless, then he seemed playful and talkative, and when he met Rose, then he just seemed really weird. He would just stare at her, speechless, then would erupt and start babbling random things like, “I thought you were dead,” and “did you remember when you ate Stripes’s cat food” and “so much stuff happened while you were gone” and other things that Flake couldn’t really make sense of. And from what he could tell, Rose didn’t either.
Chapter Forty-Seven: In Which Paths Converge
It was night, and Flake was wide awake, in a room at the Coral Palace. It had been a day since the meeting with Chief Ripple, and he couldn’t help but think about the Cave Kingdom, and how to get in. He was so lost in thought, when someone knocked on the door, he barely registered it. It was when that someone started banging on the door in which he got up from his bed and ran to open the door.
Chapter Forty-Six: In Which Jack Decides What To Do
“So, why are you here?” The nice woman named Violet looked at Jack. “It doesn’t seem like you’re from here.”
Jack was sitting on a stump in a log cabin in a village in the forest, very much a fish out of water. And he had so much to say, so much questions. He wanted to tell Spruce and Violet everything that had been happening to him, but he wasn’t sure how the news would be treated. Would they be scared? Shocked? Happy? Surprised? Would they help him?
Chapter Forty-Four: In Which A Book Turns Out To Be More Than A Book And A Room More Than A Room
Jack wasn’t sure why he was heading to the game room. It was like he was trying to act like nothing happened, like everything was going to be okay, when it obviously wasn’t. But what could he do? Rush back to save Snow and Flint and Windy? To what end? They were still stuck in the caves. Maybe he should try to find a way out? But if there was one, how would he have not been able to find it all this time?
Chapter Forty-Two: In Which Memories Resurface
Six years ago…
“Rosie, we aren’t going to actually do that, are we?” Jack asked, a bit fearful. When Rosie wanted to do something, she did it, and Jack really didn’t want her to do this.
Rosie answered in sign language. Yes, we are.
Chapter Forty: In Which A Plan Fails Rather Miserably
Jack knew something was going to go wrong when he saw the knives. They were sitting on the table near the door, just waiting to cut flesh along with other odd looking utensils on the same table. There were needles and cylindrical contraptions and glinting pieces of metal twisted odd ways. Each had a pointy end on one side. If inanimate objects could look menacing, these certainly did.