I had been warned not to use the power of the Well. But . . . What else did I have? I might have done something extra stupid at that moment if the air hadn’t suddenly filled with a massive sound. Two loud, horrible crunching sounds, followed by a single, short, sharp clap of thunder. It repeated the sequence, again and again. Crunch, crunch, crack. Crunch, crunch, crack. No, wait. I knew this song. It was more like: stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap. What else did I have? I had friends.
