Somewhere in the Rocky Mountains
CALEB
This cave was perfect. It was as if Mother Nature had built it to provide a shelter to whoever stepped into this side of the mountain. I was pretty sure that our father, Balthazar, had placed it in our way. We happened upon it after hours of running-we had crossed the border and were now somewhere in Colorado. The entrance was veiled with branches growing from a couple of trees nearby, making it almost indiscernible to the human eye.
Inside the black silence of the cave, the temperature was cool and humid. The walls were cold and damp, and stalactites hung from above, as if the ceiling had melted into rock icicles. Through a long canyon passage, a large dome could be found, and to both sides, more passages that led to different chambers. Some of th
