The Ancient Lands: Warrior Quest, Search for the Ifa Scepter

by Jason McCammon

  Onoc and the remaining panthers hid in the shadows and watched as the children and the wolves left. The panthers were disappointed. Their stomachs growled angrily as they watched their meal slip away from them. They had no idea when another feast would happen in their realm. It could be weeks — years! Until then, they would just have to endure the hunger pains from which there seemed to be no relief in this lifeless desert. They sat quietly, nursing the pains of their wounds and looking at their dead, fallen comrades. By morning their wounds would be healed, and those that were dead would be living again. They would continue living to suffer the hell to which they were banished. Their grief was for themselves, and the rest of the damned who lived eternally imprisoned in the Soulless Glade.

  Chapter 20

  THE BONE YARD