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“Think they’re alive?” asks Jiron. The father grows silent as he awaits James’ answer.

“Don’t know,” he replies. “This will just lead us to them. We’ll have to wait until we get there to find out.”

As they move from the light of the campfire, James’ orb springs to life and hovers above and slightly behind his head. The farmers gasp in shock and fear at first, but then Miko and Jiron calm them down with assurances it will do no harm.

The interactions between the others are lost to James as he concentrates on maintaining the spell and keeping his footing in the tangled undergrowth. They travel for half an hour before the ground grows steeper. The loose rocks upon the surface make footing more and more difficult as the incline grows. At one point, James stumbles while lost in concentration and only Jiron’s quick reflexes kept him from falling backward down the slope.

“Careful,” he says as James regains his balance.

“Trying to be,” he replies. As he begins moving again, he takes more care to keep stable footing.

The night continues to deepen and after another hour, the moon makes its appearance, adding its light to that of the orb. “I don’t think he knows where they are,” he hears one farmer say behind him.

“Quiet!” the father says to the other. “If you don’t want to continue, I’ll understand. But I’ll follow him to the edge of Coryntia’s domain if it will get my children back.” Coryntia of course being the Hooded Lady, she whose domain lies between the living and the dead.

Suddenly the dogs begin barking. “They’ve got the scent!” the father cries out.

James releases the spell and allows the father to take the lead.

“Come on boys!” he cries excitedly to his dogs. “Find em.”

The dogs pull on their leashes, practically dragging the father along. The others follow right behind. Yowling, the dogs come to a game trail and turn to follow the scent. “What would they be doing this far up the mountain?” their father asks to no one in particular.

They follow the dogs down the game trail for a hundred yards until the dogs abruptly turn into the woods to the right. Moving further up the mountain, they travel for several more minutes through the trees and undergrowth before a darkness appears in the side of the mountain before them. It’s a cave and the dogs are moving to enter its maw.

When the farmer reaches the entrance, he pauses and hollers into the opening, “Barric, Aria!” He pauses a moment to listen for his children’s response before handing the dog’s leash to another. When no answer is forthcoming, he enters the cave.

James hurries along behind, the light from his orb revealing that the cave continues fifteen feet into the side of the mountain before it narrows dramatically. Everyone else follows except the man with the dogs, he remains at the entrance.

“Barric, Aria!” the father again shouts. The only replies are faint echoes coming from further inside.

The far side of the cave narrows to an opening barely three feet across and four high. Looks as if the mountain had shifted in ages past, creating the opening. Water oozes from the sides, collecting in the depressions along the ground.

The father moves to enter the opening first but Jiron puts a hand on his shoulder and says, “You better let us go first, we’ve done this sort of thing before.”

He looks as if he’s about to object but then nods and backs up to allow Jiron to move first, then James. Miko follows next followed by the farmer and the others who have accompanied him on his search.

“What would they be doing in here?” Miko asks as he enters through the opening. Having to hunch over due to the narrowness of the opening, he steps through.

From behind the father’s voice comes, “They’re rather an adventurous pair. Barric’s the worst and his sister will follow him anywhere.”

The tunnel they find themselves in is moving down a gradual slope, the floor of the tunnel is uneven to say the least. The further they advance down it, the more water is collected upon the floor. At one point the pools of water begin to turn into a small stream