Tak rushed through the dark corridor, her arm outstretched and emitting a light in front of her. She could not hear the voices of her pursuers but that did not mean that they were not far behind. They knew she was down in the catacombs, and they knew she was trying to escape.
“Cricket! Cricket where are you?” The desperation in her voice was heavy with fear as she turned this way and that, searching the shadows.
“I’m here!” A small voice called to her from a very small crawlspace in the wall just ahead. Tak nearly stumbled trying to get there.
“Are you alright?” Tak helped the child out of the hole and began checking her over for any injuries.
“I’m fine, where’s miss Isla?” Cricket asked with a worried look on her face. The witch took the small girl’s hand in her own before starting off again through the hallway.