Chapter 3

Two days later and we are in my little office. We sit quietly drinking some tea. Outside the mist is still there but the storm hasn’t calmed down. Inside we are warm and cosy but Viola has no plans on staying inside “Herbie come on we can’t stay in your dusty office forever” not this again, i think to myself “ i know where it can be found.” 

Last night it turns out Viola has been looking for where the mander live she claims to have seen the weird goo that we had seen at the rundown arcade but it was near the danger sign up at the cliffs where the so called “death caves” are, well that’s what the locals call it.

I make sure that the safe in the office is locked and everything else is also locked up this time i brought a warm coat and torch instead of freezing outside, Viola has already set off without thinking twice I catch up to her and we follow the sand on the beach till we see the cliff and the goo again i know i can’t leave her she is stubborn but still i find myself following her i make my way carefully while she doesnt care.

I had not believed Viola but the goo was quite clear. There are two gooey patches, the one near the mountain leading to this dark miserable cave, the other goo spot is just outside the arcade. “Hurry up Herbie we don’t have all day” mutters viola. I’m not trying to blame Viola but I have a feeling that she is getting us into more trouble.

The cave is dark. Really dark. It smells like rotten fish and klomberries, we hear a slight rumble as some dirt falls off the roof of the cave, We go deeper into the cave and spot a large nest we go closer to have a better look. It’s a purple and pink egg with deadly spikes. We stop and stare at it. The klombomanders egg.

In that moment, i feel horrible, we shouldn’t be here they have an colossal egg that will hatch anytime soon “lets go” i shout as i tug viola’s sleeve voila agrees we head to the cave but its completely blocked off by a large body it doesn’t sound so happy we can see the glowing red eyes, feel the tension and hear the claws scraping against the floor we shine our torches towards the figure “klombomander!” Herbie shouts.