It was important that I knew what kind of bargaining tool we would use to get the Queen to let my mom go, and the only way I could think of to do this was to see what I would do. Of course, I wasn’t sure if it was going to work or not. For all I knew, the vision would show me that I would fail—that I don’t free my mom.
But I had to try.
I honestly wasn’t sure whether I had pulled it off, as I had taken us through the crystal ball, all I kept thinking was: The Underworld, my mom’s freedom, the Queen. But even after I landed with a great stumble, and a bump of my elbow, I still wasn’t sure I was in the right place.
“So where’d you take us,” Nicholas asked, rubbing his hands together excitedly. “Somewhere good I hope.”
“Um…” I stared down the tunnel we were standing in, the walls dripping with musty water and moss traced the cracks in the dirt floors. Was this The Underworld? “I think I…” I tried to think of something to tell him and then I thought, you know what, who cares. We were here so I might as well tell him the truth. “I think we might be in The Underworld.”
He was not happy. And I found out right then and there that faeries can get very angry very fast.
“You what?” He was struggling to contain himself.
“I think I took us to The Underworld,” I repeated, feeling like I might need to duck down and take cover.
He opened his mouth and sputtered a bunch of incoherent words and then kicked the wall of the tunnel, causing bits and pieces of mud and dirt to crumble to the floor. He was pissed, and I totally got that, since he had told me a bunch of times to take us to a simple places. But then a shriek ricochet through the air, and all of my attention went to solving where the noise had come from.
“What’s wrong?” Nicholas followed my gaze, even though he couldn’t see anything. “Is it a Water Faerie?”
I squinted through the blackness of the tunnel, trying to see what was at the end of it—something white, but I couldn’t make out precisely what it was.
“I don’t know…” I moved forward, straining my vision. “Something…”
“Something what?” Nicholas demanded with urgency.
“White and wavy and…” Oh no. I’d seen this thing before, once in a dream, when I had heard my mother call out my name. It was the thing that had sent a new level of fear charging through me. “Ghostly and boney.”
Nicholas tugged on the back of my shirt and pulled me to the side of the tunnel, pressing us up against the wall. “It’s a Water Faerie,” he hissed.
“Yeah…but it can’t see us,” I pointed out.
He shook his head and whispered, “It’ll be able to sense I’m here.”
I stared at him, shocked. “How?”
“Water Faeries are fey so it’ll be able to sense I’m here because I’m part fey.” His tone singed with anger. He pushed himself closer against the dirt wall. “And if it does….” He didn’t finish, taking a shuddering breath.
I leaned toward him, keeping my voice low. “So what do you want me to do then?”
“Keep me away from it.” He held out his hand for me to take. “I can’t see it—you know that—so you’ll have to guide me away from it. Once we get far enough away from it, take us back to Adessa’s. But don’t do it while the Water Faeries are close—it’ll more likely be able to sense I’m here, and that’ll make things even worse for me.”
I looked up and down the tunnel, trying to decide which way to head. The only difference between the two ends was that one had a Water Faerie floating toward us and one didn’t.
“Come on.” I grabbed his hand and led him toward the unoccupied side of the tunnel, moving fast, the air swelling damper with each step we took. At one pointed I shot a quick glance over my shoulder and saw the Water Faerie a little ways behind us, gliding through the air, all pale and mirage-like, and close enough that I could see its eyes were hollowed out like a skeleton.
We ran faster.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Nicholas and I were stepping out of the tunnel and out into a large, open cave. Rays of white light glittered from all over, hitting the rocky floors and