As expected it was dark in the under.
Chester held out Bolt's blade, the bright light supplying a
terrible detail to the cavern.
"Here." Chester said, flipping the blade around
and holding the hilt out to Freddie. "You need this more than me."
Freddie took the blade solemnly.
Chester drew his own blade, the dull glow doing nothing to
penetrate the dark.
Freddie gazed around, staring into the darkness.
"Where...?" He asked.
Chester sighed, there was nothing for it. "This
way." He said, picking a likely direction. "Stay close."
Freddie nodded, holding the blade high.
The shadows fled before them.
Chester hoped the blade's light would last.
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