SECRETS OF THE DRUID BOOK THREE

CHAPTER EIGHT. THE WELL.

Abbie woke up in total darkness and screamed.

So dark she couldn't tell if her eyes where open.   

She was sure her eyes so why was it was so dark.

A terrifying thought struck her.

Was she blind.

Her eyes where open and she could see nothing. 

Just blackness.

Then she remembered her pocket.

Her phone! Was it still there.

She fumbled finding the familiar bulge.

Thank god.
She pulled her phone out.

Felt round until her finger was on its power button.

Please let there be power 

She wished out loud over and over.

And pressed.

Nothing.

Heart sinking.

Then the screen lit up.

She could see it!

She wasn't blind.

4% battery icon showing a bare tip of red.

Not much better than nothing.

Not much light coming from the screen she wondered if she should use the torch.

At least she might find out where she was.

Find the way out.

She decided to do it.

Finding the torch icon she took a deep breath and pressed.

Everything lit up.

She was at the bottom of a narrow  round deep well.

The light beam went straight up along its round stone walls that surrounded her. 

She followed the light beam as it hit the roof it was  stopped by a Hugh stone slab.

Damn even if she managed to climb up there it would still be impossible for her to move that slab.

Looking at the slab triggered a memory.

An image of her waking up and seeing daylight the sky and Catbad looking down.

He was chanting like a priest at a funeral.

"From the earth all life begins into the earth we give you are dead. So once more earth mother you give us life again."

Then the stone slab moved blocking the light like an eclipse.

A quarter, half,  three quarters and then blackness.

She must have passed out  because she remembers nothing until she woke up just now.

She sighed knowing there was no way out up there.

She moved the beam down to where she was.

Then screamed when she saw the face.

It didn't scream back. 

She was looking at a corpse.

A dead man with a shaggy white bread like Santas.

A warrior by the looks of his sword shield and helmet.

It rested its back against the wall.

She shone the touch above its resting place the wall was covered in marks.

No scrapes lots of finger scrapes where it tried to crawl out and failed.

Then her touch died.

All went black.