XXI
Dark tore out of the mausoleum, breaking the great double doors off their hinges.
His shoulders ached from the impact.
He felt the humid air of the bog, a welcome blast of fresh air that his lungs needed.
Then he heard screams.
Humans and elves, at least a dozen total, sat inside yellow carts made from metal. They wore strange, thick clothes that he had never seen before.
Dark roared and the humans and elves screamed again.
Dark stomped over to a nearby yellow cart and smacked it with his tail.
CLANG!
He had expected it to fly over the tree tops, but the cart did not move.
His tail was bloody from the s***h.
What kind of contraption is that? he thought. He snapped at the cart, and the human inside pulled a metal lever with a ball on top of it and the cart reversed toward the
