Kayleb awoke feeling extremely drowsy. His head ached severely, and he felt like somebody had inserted a lead weight into his skull, making it impossible for him to lift his head off the ground. He decided that he would lie as he was for a while and get his bearings. Wherever he was, it didn’t feel pleasant. Kayleb opened his eyes and blinked. He couldn’t see. He hoped that his eyes would become accustomed to the dark, that his surroundings would become familiar and he would feel a sense of relief as the walls materialised – he would find himself, he hoped, back in his bedroom the last place he remembered being. Kayleb waited, staring up into the inky air. Anxiety crept into his soul. He felt like a trapped deer watching a puma sliding menacingly through the long grass towards its prey.
Kayleb tried to turn his head, so he could see the ground where he lay, but it wasn’t possible. He felt the ground with his finger- tips. It was damp and smelt very tinny. He could almost taste the metal on his lips; it was like biting a dry teaspoon. His teeth tingled as he thought about this. Kayleb heard a scuffling sound. He knew he was not alone; something or someone was moving nearby. He heard a groan and then coughing. Just to be safe, Kayleb managed to slide back, away from that someone, in case he or she was dangerous. There was another groan and then a sharp exhalation of breath.
‘Is someone there?’
Kayleb recognised the voice, even though his speech was a bit slurred. It was Rowan Gellpen. He was in Kayleb’s class. Kayleb would have been happier if it had been somebody else. Rowan and he were not exactly the best of friends. Flashes of inexcusable incidents involving taunting and humiliation lit up the darkness around him, like an old-fashioned slideshow in front of his eyes, each and every image pressing hard on the emotional scars that had been left behind. Kayleb was feeling anxious. This all just had to be in a nightmare and at any moment he would wake up.
‘It’s me ... Kayleb Heinz. Are you all right?’ Kayleb was surprised with himself for being concerned about Rowan. Really Rowan deserved to be left in the dark, so to speak.
‘It’s so dark. I can’t see a thing. Where are we? ... Oh my head!’ groaned Rowan.
‘You’ll feel better in a moment. The pain will start to subside. I think we were drugged,’ replied Kayleb. He was not going to give Rowan a chance to belittle him.
‘Great! This is just what I needed!’ Rowan said sarcastically.
Rowan was tall for his age. He had short fair hair and was quite muscular. Rowan always spoke his mind; speaking without thinking had got him into trouble in the past but because of his good looks and his way with words he somehow always managed to come up smelling of roses. Rowan slowly sat up. His head was beginning to feel more like part of his body now.
‘I’m pretty sure it’s just us two down here?’ whispered Kayleb.
‘Do you think this is our task? To get out of here in one piece?
‘It might be but my mentors always tell tales of us outwitting dangerous beasts and meeting our worst nightmares face to face,’ Rowan replied.
Kayleb felt that he had already met his.
‘We’re probably in a lair,’ said Kayleb, feeling the ground around him to see if there were any bones. Immediately he placed his hand on a smooth twig, only to find that it was, in fact, some kind of bone. Kayleb sat up with surprise.
‘There you go, a bone!’ he said triumphantly. But the reality of their plight was beginning to sink in.
‘Great!’ exclaimed Rowan again groggily, he had been sent to do his task much earlier than he had expected. ‘I think it is time to make our exit,’ he added unenthusiastically.
There was a moment’s silence while the two boys contemplated their situation. Kayleb was the first to speak. ‘Have you got anything that lights up on you, Rowan, a flamer perhaps? I don’t suppose you’ve got any infrared eye plants, have you?’
Rowan felt for his pockets. He had no pockets and he sighed irritably when he found nothing. ‘No I haven’t. We’re in our night things, aren’t we? We’re not likely to take flamers to bed, are we? They can’t just throw us down here with no way to get out, surely? Infrared eye plants indeed! Have you got any!?’
‘No ... I just wondered, that’s all.’ Kayleb didn’t like Rowan’s tone.
‘There must be some way of getting out?’ said Rowan. ‘Have you felt around to see if there are any passages or doors? Perhaps we’re in a cave or a dungeon.’
Kayleb looked around him but couldn’t see anything, not even his own hand in front of his face. He was as good as blind. ‘No not yet, let’s try and feel for a way out. I can’t help thinking that at any moment we are going to be something’s dinner.’
‘It’s a pleasure to be doing this coming-of-age task with you, Kayleb. You’re a laugh a minute!’ Rowan said crossly.
Kayleb shuddered. His resilience to Rowan’s mean streak was beginning to crumble and he felt uneasy.
Cautiously, with arms out in front of them, Rowan and Kayleb edged their way slowly to the walls of their prison and discovered that the walls were made of stone and felt cold and slimy. The slime was thick and oily and stuck to their fingers; it smelt of mould. They curved round and no opening of any sort could be found. A couple of times they bumped into each other. Their hearts were now pounding. Kayleb had the distinct feeling that he was going to get punched if he trod on Rowan’s feet again.
‘What do you reckon?’ Kayleb asked Rowan cautiously.
‘I’m not sure. I think this pit is definitely man-made. It feels like we’re in a cylindrical tower, but there’s no door, is there?’
‘At least nobody can get in,’ said Kayleb, sounding relieved.
‘I suppose so,’ replied Rowan sulkily.
‘What time do you think it is? I don’t think we were in bed long and then, all of a sudden, we’re down here. It can’t be morning yet. Maybe things will look better in the morning,’ said Kayleb brightly. He wasn’t going to let Rowan know he was scared of him.
Rowan didn’t answer.
Kayleb was starting to get on his nerves. Here he was, stuck down in the bottom of nowhere with the class weed, an asthmatic who was always studying, Things couldn’t get much worse. He hadn’t realised that Kayleb had turned sixteen. He was always on his laptop or sitting alone somewhere daydreaming. The only contact they had was when he felt like annoying him. Kayleb didn’t look sixteen to him, more like twelve. Maybe there had been a terrible mistake. Usually boys were taken to do their task a month after they were sixteen, not actually on their tubeyday. If it was past midnight then he had only just turned sixteen. Life was so unfair.
There seemed nothing else to do but wait. Kayleb and Rowan both sat back down on the floor and waited for inspiration, for some brilliant idea to come to them that would get them out of this pitch-black world which smelt of rotten vegetables and rusty nails.
The minutes ticked past and slowly the darkness began to fade. At first they thought it might have been a trick of the eye but ever so gradually the boys began to recognise each other’s silhouette. Far above their heads was a pinprick of light, almost like a star; it grew brighter as every minute passed.
‘I think it’s morning,’ Kayleb announced eagerly. ‘The only way out is upwards ... that just has to be daylight.’
Rowan jumped to his feet and stared up at the beam of light.
‘How on earth are we going to get up there?’
Kayleb stood up too and stepped forward to try and get a better look. Rowan hastily moved aside and the side of his head hit a metal object. It clanked and swung around his head and then finally stopped, smacking him on the ear.
‘Ouch!’ Rowan clenched his teeth in pain.
‘What was that,’ squeaked Kayleb, breathing heavily.
Rowan caught hold of the swinging object and for the first time, for a while, he felt hopeful.
‘It’s a ... it’s a bucket attached to a rope. We’re in a well, Kayleb. This has got to be a dry well. How are you at climbing ropes then?’
Kayleb gulped. He wasn’t that strong and had always failed miserably in the outdoor tournaments. Ropes were not his thing, heights were not his thing and climbing was definitely not his thing.
‘How far do you think it is?’ Kayleb asked doubtfully, staring up at the tiny dot of light.
All Kayleb’s fears were confirmed.
‘It’s going to be a long, long climb and it’s not going to be easy.’ Rowan said each word slowly, sensing that Kayleb was not enjoying the prospect of climbing the rope at all. He revelled in Kayleb’s anxiety. ‘Cheer up! At least we won’t have to kill a ferocious beast with our bare hands! All we’ve got to do is climb a rope. We’ll be home by sundown.’
Kayleb’s first problem was actually getting onto the rope. The bucket was head high and Kayleb, not being as tall as Rowan, could only just reach the bottom of the bucket. After Kayleb had tried many times to jump up, Rowan realised that he was going to have to help Kayleb get onto the rope. He crouched down and let him climb onto his back so that Kayleb could pull himself up onto the rope.
Eventually, after several attempts to stand on Rowan’s back, Kayleb managed to attach himself to the rope and began to climb up very slowly. He had only gone a few arm lengths and already every muscle in his body felt painful. Rowan, however, had gained on him and was at his heels.
‘Come on, Kayleb! I thought you’d be near the top by now.’
Kayleb pulled himself up a little more but Rowan was becoming very impatient.
‘It’s no good. I’m going to have to try and get past you,’ said Rowan. ‘Lean back from the rope a minute.’
With trembling arms, Kayleb leaned back and Rowan climbed past Kayleb with ease and continued upwards. Soon Rowan was so far ahead that Kayleb could only feel a slight vibration on the rope. Suddenly he felt as if he was all alone. At least the darkness was fading but he felt like he was never going to reach the surface. It was as if he was in a dream – like somebody else was feebly trying to climb the rope and he was just an onlooker. Each effort he made to pull himself up the rope was getting weaker and he knew he was getting nowhere. He was climbing in slow motion.
Kayleb stopped for a second to let his muscles recover, when all of a sudden the rope dipped downwards. Kayleb nearly let go, but just managed to cling on. All sorts of thoughts whirled through his head. Was the rope about to break? Was Rowan at this moment hacking at the rope strands with a sharp rock, hoping that Kayleb would plunge to his death and that he, Rowan, would return home and receive all the honour and glory when he got back to their home city? It was quite obvious that this was Rowan’s plan. Rowan liked being the centre of attention; he was always in the middle of a crowd with everyone looking up admiringly at him. Why did nothing go wrong for Rowan? He deserved to be eaten alive.
The rope jerked downwards again. Kayleb didn’t know what to do; he felt so helpless. Kayleb was still travelling downwards. He tried to climb the rope but his muscles hurt too much, his hands were blistering and his chest hurt. All of a sudden Kayleb’s descent stopped and surprisingly, much to his relief, he felt himself being pulled upwards.
This can’t be happening, Kayleb thought. Rowan was actually pulling him up. He took back everything nasty he had just thought about him.
Progress was slow. Kayleb couldn’t believe how far Rowan had actually climbed. Gradually, the top of the well came into focus and it was wonderful to see the blue sky. The sky got closer and closer; there was not a cloud to be seen. It was one of the most amazing sights he had ever seen. He had to squint his eyes, the morning light was so bright. Kayleb reached the top and saw Rowan turning the winding handle. Rowan was sweating and looked really red.
‘Quick, get off the rope! I can’t hold you much longer,’ Rowan said in a strained voice.
Kayleb cautiously clambered onto the rim of the well and fell over the side onto the sandy earth. He had made it. The earth was dry and powdery and fell through his fingers like flour. ‘We did it! We didn’t die! We’ve made it!’ Kayleb called out happily.
Rowan looked down at Kayleb lying beside the well. It had been so tempting to leave him in there. Kayleb was going to be such a nuisance.
‘I don’t think our task is quite finished,’ said Rowan. ‘We seem to be miles from anywhere. There’s nobody here and not a drop of water to be seen.’
Kayleb sat up. All around him was dry scrubland, boulders, a withered bush here and there, and no signs of water or life anywhere.
‘I think our troubles have only just begun,’ said Rowan, scanning the barren landscape.