“Why do you think it’ll be down there?” Brian asked angrily. “You’ve been down every hole in the State and you still haven’t found the damn thing.”
Andrew did not answer but continued putting on his climbing gear. The crystal was a legend that he believed since he was a kid. The hastate shape encased the magic of the Sapphire Faeries. He had a feeling that this would be it, even though his brother doubted and scorned him. He dreamed of the Faeries with their brilliant blue skin that glistened like morning dew on flower pedals in the morning sun.
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