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Authors: Lee Edward Födi
Tags: Fiction, adventure, Fantasy, Juvenile Fiction, Magic, Fantasy & Magic, Monster, Secret, dragon, Children, wizard, elf, middle grade
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story with a cluster of Ungers behind her. Kendra probably ran faster that night than she ever had before.
When she finally stopped, she realized that she was completely alone in the woods. There was no sign of Oki or Professor Bumblebean. She could only guess as to where they had run.
Kendra looked about her, but all seemed quiet. Then, a flash of bright light came through the woods, and Kendra heard an Unger let loose a mighty scream.
“Uncle Griffinskitch!” Kendra gasped, for she knew the flash had come from the old wizard’s staff.
This brilliant light was quickly followed by the loud grunts of Ungers, for now the beasts came crashing through the woods as they tried to escape Uncle Griffinskitch’s zaps of magic. Kendra perked her Een ears. The Ungers were coming straight her way!
Hopefully, you will be so lucky in life so as not to ever encounter an Unger stampede. If you do, it’s strongly advised that you take cover, for some people say that a large horde of Ungers can trample an entire city to the ground quicker than you can say “flat as a pancake.” A bomb shelter is often the best thing when it comes to Unger stampedes, but Kendra didn’t happen to have one handy. So she found the next best thing—a small hole between the roots of a nearby tree. She quickly wriggled her way into the tiny hiding space. A second later, the stampede came. As the Ungers tore through the forest, Kendra could hear their howls and the snapping of trees. The ground trembled and clumps of dirt landed on her head as the giant monsters charged past. And then, just like that, they were gone.
Slowly and cautiously, Kendra poked her nose out of the hole and looked about. The night had gone quiet and still again.
“Well,” Kendra said, still trembling from her near escape. “That was a close call. But I better find my way back to the campsite.”
She set off through the woods. She hadn’t gone very far when she heard a strange grunting noise that stopped her in her tracks. She gave her braids a nervous tug and listened again. Then she heard the grunt a second time. It was so quiet in the woods that the noise came clearly to her; and now she realized just how very close it was. Kendra inched towards the sound and soon found herself at the edge of a steep and rocky cliff. The grunt came yet again, and it was louder and closer.
Kendra peered over the jagged lip of the cliff. There, growling and moaning and clinging to the rocks for dear life, was an Unger.
Kendra jerked back from the cliff, her whole body shaking with fear. She could still hear the monster struggling against the rocks, its breathing hard and labored. What should she do? Part of her—a large part—wanted to run away. But the creature sounded as if it were in grave trouble. She had to look again. It’s okay, she told herself. You’re safe. You’re up here, and it’s down there. And she looked over the edge of the cliff once more.
It wasn’t a very big Unger, she realized. Maybe it was just an infant. It still had tusks, but they were short and stubby, not long and curved like the others. Kendra stared hard at the beast. It wasn’t that different from an animal, she decided. It had hair and claws, just like any other woodland creature. Compared to the other Ungers, it really was quite tiny, maybe only three or four times as big as her. Kendra looked past the Unger to the ground far below. If it were to fall, she knew it would die.
Then the Unger spotted Kendra. “Go awayzum!” he grunted. His voice was deep and threatening, but Kendra could see that his eyes were ablaze with fear.
“How did you end up hanging there?” Kendra asked, trembling as she spoke.
“Unger fleez Eeneez magic boltzum, tripzum, fallzum,” the Unger snorted. “Other Ungers runzum awayzum!”
“Just hang on,” Kendra said, and now she could feel a tiny spark building inside of her, a spark that told her to take action. It was the type of spark that takes hold of you when
When she finally stopped, she realized that she was completely alone in the woods. There was no sign of Oki or Professor Bumblebean. She could only guess as to where they had run.
Kendra looked about her, but all seemed quiet. Then, a flash of bright light came through the woods, and Kendra heard an Unger let loose a mighty scream.
“Uncle Griffinskitch!” Kendra gasped, for she knew the flash had come from the old wizard’s staff.
This brilliant light was quickly followed by the loud grunts of Ungers, for now the beasts came crashing through the woods as they tried to escape Uncle Griffinskitch’s zaps of magic. Kendra perked her Een ears. The Ungers were coming straight her way!
Hopefully, you will be so lucky in life so as not to ever encounter an Unger stampede. If you do, it’s strongly advised that you take cover, for some people say that a large horde of Ungers can trample an entire city to the ground quicker than you can say “flat as a pancake.” A bomb shelter is often the best thing when it comes to Unger stampedes, but Kendra didn’t happen to have one handy. So she found the next best thing—a small hole between the roots of a nearby tree. She quickly wriggled her way into the tiny hiding space. A second later, the stampede came. As the Ungers tore through the forest, Kendra could hear their howls and the snapping of trees. The ground trembled and clumps of dirt landed on her head as the giant monsters charged past. And then, just like that, they were gone.
Slowly and cautiously, Kendra poked her nose out of the hole and looked about. The night had gone quiet and still again.
“Well,” Kendra said, still trembling from her near escape. “That was a close call. But I better find my way back to the campsite.”
She set off through the woods. She hadn’t gone very far when she heard a strange grunting noise that stopped her in her tracks. She gave her braids a nervous tug and listened again. Then she heard the grunt a second time. It was so quiet in the woods that the noise came clearly to her; and now she realized just how very close it was. Kendra inched towards the sound and soon found herself at the edge of a steep and rocky cliff. The grunt came yet again, and it was louder and closer.
Kendra peered over the jagged lip of the cliff. There, growling and moaning and clinging to the rocks for dear life, was an Unger.
Kendra jerked back from the cliff, her whole body shaking with fear. She could still hear the monster struggling against the rocks, its breathing hard and labored. What should she do? Part of her—a large part—wanted to run away. But the creature sounded as if it were in grave trouble. She had to look again. It’s okay, she told herself. You’re safe. You’re up here, and it’s down there. And she looked over the edge of the cliff once more.
It wasn’t a very big Unger, she realized. Maybe it was just an infant. It still had tusks, but they were short and stubby, not long and curved like the others. Kendra stared hard at the beast. It wasn’t that different from an animal, she decided. It had hair and claws, just like any other woodland creature. Compared to the other Ungers, it really was quite tiny, maybe only three or four times as big as her. Kendra looked past the Unger to the ground far below. If it were to fall, she knew it would die.
Then the Unger spotted Kendra. “Go awayzum!” he grunted. His voice was deep and threatening, but Kendra could see that his eyes were ablaze with fear.
“How did you end up hanging there?” Kendra asked, trembling as she spoke.
“Unger fleez Eeneez magic boltzum, tripzum, fallzum,” the Unger snorted. “Other Ungers runzum awayzum!”
“Just hang on,” Kendra said, and now she could feel a tiny spark building inside of her, a spark that told her to take action. It was the type of spark that takes hold of you when
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