copper ring around its head and carrying a metal sceptre. Wait a minute. That’s not a sceptre. It’s a teaspoon .
“Fine. We’ll take them,” the stone fairy king says, in a voice that sounds like someone sharpening knives, with a touch of soil in it. Sorry, can’t describe it any better. You’d have to hear it.
I swallow. I can feel Valentina moving imperceptibly. I’m still the fastest runner in my school, and no matter what, I’ll take Valentina with me.
But Uncle Alistair notices us getting ready to run for it. “Come here, children,” he says, and opens his arms wide, ready to put them around us.
I don’t move.
But Valentina does. She stands up and actually goes to him.
I can’t believe it! I have no choice now. I’ve got to go too. I can’t abandon Valentina.
I walk over, and my legs are like lead.
I look into Uncle Alistair’s face. Unreadable.
His arms are around our shoulders now. He squeezes them slightly. Just once.
“At my three, take a step back. Just one step. No more, no less. Clear?” he murmurs.
We nod.
“One, two, three.” The three of us take a single step back in unison.
I feel strange. A sort of… electric current has gone up my back and into my arms, as if I’d stepped on a plug with wet feet.
My head spins for a second, and I can’t see.
“Come and get them!” I hear my uncle shout.
The cloud of fairies swoops towards us at once. I shut my eyes as Uncle Alistair grabs our hands and with all his might throws himself, and us, sideways.
***
One instant the stone fairies are there. One instant they’re gone.
Gone completely.
Except one, one solitary single fairy, buzzing around in amazement. Then he flies away, into the darkness of the woods, and we’re alone.
There’s silence all around, nothing more than the peaceful night. All I can hear is our panting, and my beating heart.
And an owl.
“You’re safe!” exclaims Camilla, and jumps over to throw her arms around Valentina’s neck.
“What happened? Where did they go?” asks Valentina.
“Somewhere far away,” says Uncle Alistair flippantly. “Best get going. Let’s bring Jimmy back and hopefully they’ll give us a reward. The van won’t pay for itself, you know,” he mutters.
“Wait a minute!” I shout. I actually stamp my foot. “Tell us what happened! Where have they gone? Wewere standing there…” I take a step towards where we stood “…then we took a step back, and—”
“NO!” cries Uncle Alistair and grabs me by the sleeve, pulling me back. “Don’t go there, you’ll disappear too.”
“I know what it was! A fold in time! Like in Time Travel: A new direction !” Valentina claps her hands with delight. “I read about it at your place.”
“Exactly!” says Alistair.
I smile. And then I laugh, a bit maniacally. “A time fold! So the fairies have gone… somewhere else! Another time! But where? When?”
“No idea. It’s not like a time machine. You can’t program it. It sends you where it sends you. And once you’re there… chances are, you won’t come back.” He looks into the distance.
“How did you know it was here?”
“It wasn’t here. Not before I arrived. I put it there.”
“You can create time folds?” Valentina says incredulously .
“No, I didn’t create it, I just carried it here. Some time folds are fixed, and they can’t be moved. Some are portable.”
“Portable? Do you mean you’ve got one with you and you can use it whenever you like?”
“Exactly. I placed it there earlier on. I need to take it back now.” He pulls out a small crystal from his pocket, a very plain-looking one, opaque, greyish. It barely shines. You would never guess its immense power.
Uncle Alistair passes the crystal over the time fold, over and over again, careful not to step in it. The air blurs a little, it sort of shifts . And then it’s over.
“Feel it.” He hands the crystal first to Valentina and then to me. It feels ice cold. “Ready for next
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