Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Greg and his friends emerge from the tunnel into the Whispering Woods, carrying the grey wilted flower. They must protect it until the next new moon. The shadow serpent pursues them. With teamwork, they find a hidden hollow beneath an old oak, but the flower's light continues to fade. As they settle in, the serpent's laughter echoes nearby, promising a confrontation at dawn.
The tunnel sloped upward, and the grey light from the wilting flower cast long, wavering shadows on the walls. Greg held the potted plant close to his chest, feeling its faint warmth flicker like a candle in the wind. Behind him, Squeaky’s paws scrabbled against the stone, and Thumper’s soft breaths kept time with their steps. Mortimer brought up the rear, his claws ready to dig at the first sign of danger.
“It’s getting colder,” Thumper whispered. “The flower’s light is dimmer than before.”
Greg looked down. The single bloom, once a brilliant white, now drooped with a sickly grey hue. The leaf at its stem had curled at the edges. “We have to get it to the surface. Maybe the fresh air will help.”
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