Pat The Badger

Previously

…“But the last seed is waiting,” Thumper said. “We have to plant it before the full moon.” Mortimer sighed. “I don’t like tunnels. But I like shadows even less. Let’s go.” Greg took a deep breath. He tucked the remaining seed—a red one—into his pouch. “Together,” he said. “We’ll face whatever is down there together.” One by one, they climbed into the hole. The blue flower glowed behind them as their heads disappeared into the earth. The ground above slowly closed, leaving only a faint crack of light. And deep below, something stirred. A voice, cold and hollow, whispered: “Three seeds… three lights… but I am patient. The darkness will rise again.”