Round Robin 1.3: The Saga Continues Again

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The path ahead of them was finally clear. Both Daniel and Marcus sped their way down the crystalline passage. Daniel’s goal was clear. Find Robin at all costs. As to Marcus, he was still unsure.

If the old man wanted him dead, he could have left him to face Kreiger in the cavern below. He could have stabbed him as he climbed his way up. The old man had many chances to eliminate him and yet he didn’t. What he didn’t trust was his intentions towards Robin.

He better not touch her.

Twisting around, angling in bizarre directions, the passage was void of anything except the light from the crystal walls and the faint shriek that unnerved the half-elf. Every fifty or so feet they had to turn sharply as the latticework passage turned sharply upon them. Every fifty or so feet the cry grew louder.

Then as suddenly as Daniel turned around another corner, everything went to black.

Marcus nearly stumbled over the crumpled figure of the half-elf as he turned to face...

* * *

“Mom? Mom, I’m home!”

The woman at the stove turned around hearing the voice of the young girl entering the small hovel they called a house. She set the knife down on the counter and quickly followed the voice of her daugher.

“Hi, hon. Did you find the arrach root?” she replied.

“Danny found them.” the young girl said. “Found a whole bunch.”

“Him again?” The woman with chestnut hair asked, almost accusingly. “You keep getting him to do your chores for you, don’t you.” She said teasingly.

“Mom. It’s not like that.”

“Sure it is.” She said with a smile. “You two have been together for years. It’s only natural. You’re just turning into -”

The girl stomped her foot. “Stop it, mom.” she barked.

The woman giggled at her daughter’s distress.

Handing the basket to her mom, she looked up and asked “Mom? What’re you doing with all these roots anyway?”

The girl’s mother was silent for a moment while she kept on smiling. “Robin, has anything strange happened recently?”

“No.”

“Nothing like hearing someone outside or anything?” her mother pressed.

“N-n-no,” Robin muttered.

“Uh-huh,” Robin’s mother wasn’t convinced. “Hon, I think it’s about time.”

“Time for what?”

Clasping her teenage daughter’s hand with her own, Robin’s mother slipped her silver ring onto the young girl’s finger. “Time to protect you from your past.”