Caving Stories Novels & Stories

He was now sitting in the dark icy cavern alone. Everything started again from where he landed here. He saw the icy figure of a lion that looked like it roared toward him, it felt like it was telling a story from beyond, warning him for violence to come, regardless, because someplace bigger up is another entrance, and the flow of chilled air from one entrance to the other cools the limestone, freezing the water that drips into the frozen cave Harry was trembling from the horrifying and unnerving it looked, not from the frigid air the cave conveyed.

Every day he was failing his kingdom, the people who once existed but were now mere names in history. With each step towards the cave, the air seemed to grow warmer, the crisp snow sagging and dripping down his coat. Javier made a face when he stared at the ground beneath him. The wet mud had someone else prints on them. Hesitantly he entered the cave and peeped inside. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as the unfamiliar scent lingered in the air. Who could it be? He tried to sniff his surroundings, hands trailing over the hot rocks inside.