CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
Oliver peered into the vision well. It seemed to go down a very long way. It was pitch-black and he could not even see the water at the bottom.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Esther asked, peering from the gloomy hole back to him.
He nodded. He was certain. “It’s the only way to save the school.”
Esther reached out and rubbed his arm tenderly. “We’ll be here waiting for you.”
Oliver stepped up onto the brick wall surrounding the well. He paused for a moment to steady his nerves. Then he jumped.
Immediately, Oliver was plunged into the pitch-black darkness. His hair swooshed all over the place as wind roared in his ears. He was falling very quickly, quick enough to make his stomach turn. His heart beat a mile a minute.
Then he hit the ice-cold water.
Oliver
