“Jett,” a soft whispered voice called out frantically. “You are going to get not only yourself killed but me too!”
Jett turned and grinned at the dark sand-colored face rushing up behind him. “Santil, if you are afraid of death, go back. I want to see the underground world again,” he said with a silent laugh before turning to scoot through the narrow opening between the dark rocks.
“You want to see the female again, you mean,” Santil growled out. “Did you not see the huge creatures that just flew into the cave? They could step on us and not even know it. We will be nothing but a pile of goo on the bottom of their feet.”
Jett just shook his head. Santil was always looking at the gloomy side of things. Jett was the youngest son of the King of the Sand Kingdom. His thirst for adventure had
