The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)

Chapter 41: Principal, Principles

Part 3/3

“I managed to find two caves with Slackjaw,” Mr. Mo said, “Ah the wonders of an Argentavis. They can fly for so long and they can tough it through even the harshest of cold. Anyway, I decided to check out both.”

Mr. Mo pointed at the cave east.

“One’s absolutely infested with creatures. Polar Bears, Purlovias, Yetis, you name it it’s probably there. There’s no way we’d survive there, even if we brought everyone. It’d be a suicide mission. We’d need a powerful tame.”

“Okay, that’s a no go, but why’d we even want to go there in the first place? Spelunking never went well back home,” Loki said.

“You’re right on that. I didn’t even care about the caves at first. That was, until I felt that surge of power flow through my veins.”

“What… Do you mean by that?” Loki asked.

“When I stepped foot in the cave I felt something humming within my bones. It felt so powerful and radiant. I almost decided to just book it and go in to figure out the source, but I managed to control myself. Plus, why else would there be creatures in that cave, standing together in unison, instead of going at each other’s throats?”

Loki’s eyes widened.

“They’re guarding something.”

“Exactly,” Mr. Mo decided, “Which is why we’re going to the second cave.”

Mr. Mo tossed his pen on the desk.

“It’s a tight squeeze in there, but that’s exactly what’s leading me to believe there’ll be no creatures to tear us to shreds. Perfect opportunity for the two of us to go.”

“Wait, you want ME to go?” Loki asked, astonished. Mr. Mo gave him a warm smile.

“Of course Loki. I trust you more than anyone else here, maybe even moreso than Dr. Aston, and he’s been my employee for years. You’re bright and have a good heart. And you’re a talented writer. Why wouldn’t I want you to go?”

Loki smiled, and began to laugh.

“Thanks Mr. Mo, thanks a lot,” Loki said.

Mr. Mo let out a groan as he got up from his seat, stretching his body back and forth. Even though he knew so much, he was still old and not as nimble as he used to be.

“Awwright let’s go get some supper. I’m famished,” Mr. Mo said, walking out his office.

“Wait, one more thing!” Loki called out. Mr. Mo turned around, putting his hands in his pockets.

“What would that be, Loki?” Mr. Mo asked.

“I was just wondering… How do you know so much about this place? How do you even know how to survive?” Loki questioned the thought on his mind for quite a while. Mr. Mo smiled, turning around and ignoring his question.

“I’ll tell you one day, Loki. That’s for you to uncover on your own.”