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Plus, he still couldn’t make sense of why they weren’t still
trying to target him to find out where the book was located. He shuddered and
looked around the darkness of the surrounding forest. He wondered if he was
being watched at that very moment.
He looked up at the stars over the tips of the trees as the
rain clouds moved past. He did his best not to think about the potential
dangers that he might encounter during his journey to retrieve the cube and the
book; so he thought about Hannah instead. He thought of her perfectly straight
brown hair and her gentle green eyes. He thought of her warm smile and the sprinkling
of freckles on her cheeks. Elijah thought about Roddick’s question the other
day about wanting to be more than just her friend. He allowed himself to
consider that for a second. What would that be like? He fell asleep to the
popping and crackling fire before he could answer his question.
During the night, Elijah dreamed of his upcoming adventure
with his uncle, only instead of being in the forest, they were on a giant
glacier and instead of being with Uncle Stan, he was with Phinneas. Elijah continued
to plug along urgently, but Phinneas kept needing everything explained to him,
and he was being extremely slow. The Maliphists, led by Samuel, Elijah’s old
friend who just last year joined the Maliphists, had somehow managed to find
out what they were doing, and the race was on to find the cube and the book.
Elijah was stuck in slow motion and practically pulled Phinneas along, but they
managed to reach the book and the cube at the top of the glacier. However, as
soon as they got there, the items melted and turned into the sphere. Just as
Elijah picked up the sphere, Samuel arrived and began to speak, but no words
came out of his mouth, just sounds. It started out as a moan, but it slowly
turned into horse sounds just when Elijah was startled awake.
He was absolutely freezing, and it took him a few minutes to
realize his dream had combined with reality. The horses, tied to the trees
behind the tent, were making low grunting noises. Elijah rolled over and saw
that Uncle Stan was gone. He looked around the tent but there was no doubt he
was alone!
Elijah poked his head out of the tent, thinking Uncle Stan
had gone out to sit by the fire or tend to the horses. But again, he saw no
one. Elijah caught the outline of his chestnut stallion. The horse’s ears
were perked.
“Uncle Stan?” Elijah whispered, not daring to make more than
a soft noise.
No answer.
Then, off in the distance, he heard what sounded like
rustling in the woods just beyond the camp. He sat up quickly and briefly
thought of putting out the fire, which was now only a glow in the dark woods.
But whatever it was would most likely have seen his fire already, and if he was
in danger, he wanted to see what he faced.
Elijah lit a torch with his hands and held it out in front
of him. He had to really concentrate to keep the flames down. He snuck over
to his horse in case he needed to ride away at a moment’s notice. When he
didn’t hear anything, Elijah moved the torch around slowly, scanning the
darkness. There again, he heard another rustling this time to his right. He
held the torch out in that general direction, trembling behind the chestnut
stallion. The horse gave a low, guttural whinny.
“Do you hear that too?” Elijah asked out loud. The horse’s ears
turned around lazily. If he was really in danger, the horse would surely sense
it, wouldn’t he?
Just before Elijah was about to return to his tent, he heard
male voices. Elijah’s inner struggle turned into an all-out war. The voices
could be Maliphists. Or it could be Uncle Stan. Or they could be the voices
of two common people. Leaving camp could be dangerous, but it could also be
dangerous to stay. Apparently, his feet made the decision for him, because he
found himself quietly walking toward the
trying to target him to find out where the book was located. He shuddered and
looked around the darkness of the surrounding forest. He wondered if he was
being watched at that very moment.
He looked up at the stars over the tips of the trees as the
rain clouds moved past. He did his best not to think about the potential
dangers that he might encounter during his journey to retrieve the cube and the
book; so he thought about Hannah instead. He thought of her perfectly straight
brown hair and her gentle green eyes. He thought of her warm smile and the sprinkling
of freckles on her cheeks. Elijah thought about Roddick’s question the other
day about wanting to be more than just her friend. He allowed himself to
consider that for a second. What would that be like? He fell asleep to the
popping and crackling fire before he could answer his question.
During the night, Elijah dreamed of his upcoming adventure
with his uncle, only instead of being in the forest, they were on a giant
glacier and instead of being with Uncle Stan, he was with Phinneas. Elijah continued
to plug along urgently, but Phinneas kept needing everything explained to him,
and he was being extremely slow. The Maliphists, led by Samuel, Elijah’s old
friend who just last year joined the Maliphists, had somehow managed to find
out what they were doing, and the race was on to find the cube and the book.
Elijah was stuck in slow motion and practically pulled Phinneas along, but they
managed to reach the book and the cube at the top of the glacier. However, as
soon as they got there, the items melted and turned into the sphere. Just as
Elijah picked up the sphere, Samuel arrived and began to speak, but no words
came out of his mouth, just sounds. It started out as a moan, but it slowly
turned into horse sounds just when Elijah was startled awake.
He was absolutely freezing, and it took him a few minutes to
realize his dream had combined with reality. The horses, tied to the trees
behind the tent, were making low grunting noises. Elijah rolled over and saw
that Uncle Stan was gone. He looked around the tent but there was no doubt he
was alone!
Elijah poked his head out of the tent, thinking Uncle Stan
had gone out to sit by the fire or tend to the horses. But again, he saw no
one. Elijah caught the outline of his chestnut stallion. The horse’s ears
were perked.
“Uncle Stan?” Elijah whispered, not daring to make more than
a soft noise.
No answer.
Then, off in the distance, he heard what sounded like
rustling in the woods just beyond the camp. He sat up quickly and briefly
thought of putting out the fire, which was now only a glow in the dark woods.
But whatever it was would most likely have seen his fire already, and if he was
in danger, he wanted to see what he faced.
Elijah lit a torch with his hands and held it out in front
of him. He had to really concentrate to keep the flames down. He snuck over
to his horse in case he needed to ride away at a moment’s notice. When he
didn’t hear anything, Elijah moved the torch around slowly, scanning the
darkness. There again, he heard another rustling this time to his right. He
held the torch out in that general direction, trembling behind the chestnut
stallion. The horse gave a low, guttural whinny.
“Do you hear that too?” Elijah asked out loud. The horse’s ears
turned around lazily. If he was really in danger, the horse would surely sense
it, wouldn’t he?
Just before Elijah was about to return to his tent, he heard
male voices. Elijah’s inner struggle turned into an all-out war. The voices
could be Maliphists. Or it could be Uncle Stan. Or they could be the voices
of two common people. Leaving camp could be dangerous, but it could also be
dangerous to stay. Apparently, his feet made the decision for him, because he
found himself quietly walking toward the
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