Five days later and we are sitting in my apartment drinking hot cocoa. We sit in silence, taking big gulps of our hot cocoa. My second favourite drink. Outside fog smothers the town. While we are nice and cosy. However sunny, has big plans again. “Nova seriously, you must help me  ” said Sunny .

It turns out that Sunny has been walking in the freezing cold for hours and hours searching up and down the beach. She claims that’s she saw big footsteps along the shoreline. Just like the ones at the arcade, but now it was at an ancient cave.

I quickly lock up the restaurant checking all the windows and doors,  making sure the food is hot for tomorrow. I leave work with my puffy jacket and jumper. Straight when I walk out the door I can feel a gust of wind hit me. All you could see was a little bit of road ahead of you. It’s like your being trapped in a box full of fog. We follow Sunnys footsteps until we get to the cave. No one is allowed past the red line because it’s too dangerous. For sunny that just wants to make  her go further. I know if she goes ahead I will need to follow her because I can’t just leave her alone. She is moody and stubborn and yet I am following her. 

We walk in the cave and we saw the big footsteps again, There are two sets of prints of footsteps, one is leading even further into the cave and the other is going around the cave. Sunny turns on her torch and tugs me. I don’t like being mean but this girl causes real trouble!

The cave is getting darker and darker and there is water dripping from the ceiling. We walk further in and find a random pile of sticks and rags when we walk further into it we see its actually a nest and inside the nest is a glowing blue egg. We stare in disbelief. The sunamander has an egg.

In that moment I feel sick in the stomach . ” we should not be here, let’s go back” I tell Sunny while tugging her shirt. I turn my back on her and walk back to the safety of the beach but the way is blocked. I feel something moving around me and I hear a nasty growl. We both shine our torches. There It is. The sunamander