by Don P. Bick
Chapter 35
The day was bright and warm. It was early afternoon and still no sign of Druc. At least one of the group had stayed at the doorway continuously since Druc went through the stone slab. They were all beginning to think that was the only possibility, he had indeed gone through the stone doorway. He somehow went through the wall and was the only one who knew how, or as Bran had pointed out, he was the only one who was able to go through. Bran recalled and retold the story about trying to open the door in the cave on the Isle of Flowers. He couldn't, but Camran opened it with ease. Perhaps this was the same thing. Druc didn't go near the door at first, as the others had, but when he did approach it, it opened for him without any problem.
That was the theory they were now subscribing to. The doorway was meant for Druc and no one else for some unknown reason. They were all miserable from worrying about him, none more than Bran and Uri. Bran refused to go fishing to pass the time without his fishing friend. Uri had also become very close to Druc, especially after spending all the time working together on the project to rid themselves of the birds.
Camran was also beside himself with concern. He felt responsible for all the members on the quest. He didn't want anything to happen to any one of them. Camran still couldn't forgive himself for not being able to stop Ve-Kim from being killed. So he vowed not to stop looking for a way to get inside the door, although they had tried everything they could think of as soon as it became light enough to see that morning. He was frustrated and edgy and could think of nothing else to try or do, but wait.