black sheen.
âWith words,â Lore said in a low rumble. âThe cells are locked with enchanted spells by guards.â
âThe queenâs slaves?â
âWe are all her slaves.â
âNo way,â I said. âNot a slave. Not ever again.â
â
Oui
!â Charlie chimed in.
Lore chuffed. âThere is always a way.â
âLeandro and Apollo were supposed to stop kid slavery after we left last time,â I said.
âWe need a revolutionâor the Oracleâfor that to happen.â The big dog sniffed me, his ears twitched. âAre you he?â
âAm I who?â
âThe Oracle.â
I shook my head, sharing our conversation with Charlie.
âIf he is the Oracle, you better be on our side,â Charlie said to Lore.
Lore snapped his jaws, and Charlie and I both jumped back. âI donât need a hero, you Reekers. Iâve got my own.â
Before I could wonder what Lore meant, Charlie cleared his throat. âWe canât swim in that muck. Thereâs got to be another way.â
âNo other way,â Lore growled.
A cloud of bugs flew low across the moat as if they agreed, their wings chopping through gas bubbles sprouting from the silent sludge. Moonlight shone across the water, revealing chunks of algae floating in the scum. A whiff of decaying vegetation attacked my nose. I tried not to gag with the thought of diving into the slime. A frog
barrumphed
a lone croak and the trees bent over the moat, their branches ensnared in the watery grave.
Neither Charlie nor I moved.
âSuit yourself.â Loreâs hair bristled across his broad body, and his tail thrashed us as he turned toward thewater. âThe guards change in a moment. Must go while theyâre distracted.â
âIf we get in and out and back to the Lightning Gate, we could send Apollo back to the Lost Realm and be home before lunch,â I said to Charlie, wishing so bad those words were true.
He looked at me doubtfully. âOr we may never get home.â
His words echoed what heâd told me in the auction pit of the Lost Realm when Iâd first met him.
Iâm not saying you wonât find your friend. You might. But weâll never get home again
.
Was that our fate now?
The guards called out the changing of their posts. Lore plunged into the rank water. He swam away fast, his brutish head cruising across the moatâs slime. I stared at the sky one last time, our purple portal to freedom, and slid into the briny black, shivering from its cold embrace. A foul stench filled my nose as I pushed slimy algae away. Charlie sighed, and his splash told me he followed close behind.
Something skated across the water toward me, its beady eyes glittering as it grew closer. I swam faster toward Lore to escape the snake, my heart thudding harder with each stroke. It passed behind me and continued on its quest. I tried not to think about what lay below the water and kicked my legs furiously, promising any creature that dared drag me under a good smack in the head. The moat wasnât wide, but crossing it seemed to take an eternity.
Lore threw his snout up in the air. Weâd reached the middle of the moat. The queenâs flag snapped in the breeze from a tower above, a white pendant ablaze with a fiery black arrow. Our guide disappeared.
The trench swallowed him up. One ripple rose as evidence heâd been there. I took a deep breath of the rotting ooze and sank into the creepy waters. Doom and dark engulfed me as I swam the dank depths lurking with dangerâand death.
Chapter Five
I forced myself to open my eyes in the murky realm we pushed through. Loreâs body swum ahead, and I focused on his tail and not the gunk flowing around me. The moon tainted everything under the water a sickly color. I pretended we were swimming in sticky soda fizz rather than stinky ick.
Tails flipped past as fish wriggled around me. My lungs burned. I