Jonathan’s Return (An Adventure Novel)
(Copyright 1984, Mark D. Jones, All Rights Reserved)
Book Two, Chapter Two, Part Two
“Okay, Sammy, let’s get going. No one’s going to rescue us, so it’s up to us to find a way to get ourselves out of here. Let’s start by moving forward slowly and carefully, so as to not get ahead of the Talspin’s light,” directed Jonathan with the determination of an old, grizzled adventurer trying to put a brave face on the situation. Inside, he didn’t want to think of their reality without any provisions or water, for any fool knew they wouldn’t last long trapped in a tunnel – but perishing underground wasn’t anywhere on Jonathan’s agenda.
After all, there was a dragon that needed slaying, and according to Arrydor, Sylth and Miylla, only he could accomplish the task and be crowned king of the Kingdom of Talgar. It wasn’t good form for a future king of a kingdom in Myllanthar to simply give up, now was it? Jonathan asked himself determinedly, while telling himself at the same time that, it was up to him to lead the way to safety and put a happy ending on their adventure – after all, he was the leader of this adventure…
Sammy led the way as Jonathan inched through the tunnel behind him on his hands and knees, while the Talspin’s icy blue-white light illuminated less than ten feet ahead of them in the darkness. The stones lining the tunnel remained smooth and consistent, following the same interlocking form and pattern, as if fitted together by stonemasons building a grand castle. The quality of the tunnel’s stonework, and seeing the Talspin illuminated, gave Jonathan the feeling that they must be in Myllanthar. Besides, it had to have been some sort of enchantment that caused the metal plate to slam shut behind them – there was no other plausible explanation.
Once he and Sammy actually started moving along the tunnel, they continued on for what seemed to be a very long time, for what was the alternative? Adventurers need to make decisions and then stick with them, for this was no time to be all wishy-washy and afraid to make decisions, thought Jonathan. The decision had been made to find a way out of this tunnel, and now was the time to carry it out for better or for worse – like crawling straight into the lair of a not-so-friendly dragon…