Chapter Twelve
In the end, they did arrive in a cave. Sadly, there was no ice in it, not like Izban had said. It was just rock, nothing but boring, grey rock.
"Could the ice have melted?" Flint asked, looking a little relieved that they hadn't ended up in the midst of an ice cave. Macey had noticed his trepidation. Of course, as someone wielding the element of fire, ice was going to be his biggest nightmare. And water. Her. Luckily, he'd become used to their strange antagonistic magic.
"Unlikely. Besides, this cave is too small. We're in the wrong place." Izban sighed. "Let's have a look outside, maybe I'll recognise the area. Otherwise, we can jump on the Staran again and see if we get to the right cave this time."
Macey patted down her clothes, dusty from landing on the floor in a he
