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Authors: Heidi Willard
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everyone!" Ned yelled to his companions.
"What about our weapons?" Pat countered. Sins held up the pink bag. "Never mind," she added.
The group punched and kicked their way through a dozen arriving priests and reached the doors when Fingle began his recitation. The dark strings whipped out of the book and sped toward them. Ned, with his staff once more in hand, was at the back and he whipped around to face the darkness. He flung out his fireballs, and those collided with the heads of the dark rope in a brilliant flash of light. Fingle spoke again and dozens of more ropes shot toward them. Ned countered with his fireballs, but a few of the dark strands slipped through behind their destroyed brethren. They wrapped around Ned and pulled his staff from his hands.
Fred and Ruth noticed Ned's distress and rushed to his aid. Ruth used her claws to battle the ropes that held the staff while Fred took out his own weapon from his waist and whacked it against the ropes. They dissipated and Fred ended up giving Ned a good thwack on the ribs. The master glared at his apprentice. "Perhaps a little more care next time," Ned scolded him while he clutched his ribs.
"Please help!" Ruth yelled at them. The ropes were winning the tug-of-war and dragging both the staff and her to Fingle.
The two men jumped at her. Ned grabbed her waist and Fred grabbed Ned's waist, and they pulled her back. Their other companions, noticing their disappearance, rushed back into the hall and grabbed one another in a conga line of assistance. Fluffy bounded back in with another group of zealots behind him. Pat rolled her eyes. "Don't these guys ever stop?" she exclaimed.
Ned glanced over his shoulder at Fred. "What are you doing? Use your staff to free mine!"
Fred blinked. "Oh, right." He let go of Ned's waist to get around them, and the old castor and Ruth were flung forward by the pull of the darkness. Sins jumped over the top of Ned and Ruth, pulled out his dagger midair, and cut the bonds. The two dropped hard to the ground and he gracefully landed beside them. Ruth handed Ned's staff to him, and he raised a barrier in time to block more dark ropes that emerged from the book.
"You can't win, infidel!" Fingle maniacally yelled. "The energy in this book is endless!"
Ned scowled. "But my patience isn't." He slammed the bottom of his staff on the ground, and the companions felt the familiar vibrations of a magic-induced earthquake. Unfortunately, the shrine was less structurally sound than Galaron and the dome above them instantly cracked. Plaster fell on their heads, and the walls leaned at odd angles and buckled. Ned turned to his friends with wide eyes. "Fly, you fools!"
The companions dashed through the shocked priests, past the garden, and out into the meadow. The zealots followed close behind, but Fingle tripped over a fallen piece of ceiling. The book fell out of his hands and slid against the wall of the inner sanctuary. His followers grabbed him and shoved him toward the door. "We will rescue it when the earthquake has stopped!" they reassured him. What they didn't see was Percy skitter to a stop, turn around and grab the book. He tore a few pages out and hurried after his companions.
The priests and companions crowded together away from the boulder, and everyone watched the temple collapse in on itself. Dust blew from the walls and covered everyone in a deep fog. The earthquake subsided, but not Fingle's anger. He whipped around to his followers to order a gruesome death for the companions, but their dinner and the steeds were gone. The sacrifices had slipped away.
The companions didn't rein in their horses until they reached the main trail and rode a few miles north. They slowed their horses to a gentle stride and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Ned glanced at his companions with a grin on his face. "What a fine adventure that was." Ruth and Pat grabbed Canto's shoulders and kept him from attacking Ned, and Percy had a worried expression on
"What about our weapons?" Pat countered. Sins held up the pink bag. "Never mind," she added.
The group punched and kicked their way through a dozen arriving priests and reached the doors when Fingle began his recitation. The dark strings whipped out of the book and sped toward them. Ned, with his staff once more in hand, was at the back and he whipped around to face the darkness. He flung out his fireballs, and those collided with the heads of the dark rope in a brilliant flash of light. Fingle spoke again and dozens of more ropes shot toward them. Ned countered with his fireballs, but a few of the dark strands slipped through behind their destroyed brethren. They wrapped around Ned and pulled his staff from his hands.
Fred and Ruth noticed Ned's distress and rushed to his aid. Ruth used her claws to battle the ropes that held the staff while Fred took out his own weapon from his waist and whacked it against the ropes. They dissipated and Fred ended up giving Ned a good thwack on the ribs. The master glared at his apprentice. "Perhaps a little more care next time," Ned scolded him while he clutched his ribs.
"Please help!" Ruth yelled at them. The ropes were winning the tug-of-war and dragging both the staff and her to Fingle.
The two men jumped at her. Ned grabbed her waist and Fred grabbed Ned's waist, and they pulled her back. Their other companions, noticing their disappearance, rushed back into the hall and grabbed one another in a conga line of assistance. Fluffy bounded back in with another group of zealots behind him. Pat rolled her eyes. "Don't these guys ever stop?" she exclaimed.
Ned glanced over his shoulder at Fred. "What are you doing? Use your staff to free mine!"
Fred blinked. "Oh, right." He let go of Ned's waist to get around them, and the old castor and Ruth were flung forward by the pull of the darkness. Sins jumped over the top of Ned and Ruth, pulled out his dagger midair, and cut the bonds. The two dropped hard to the ground and he gracefully landed beside them. Ruth handed Ned's staff to him, and he raised a barrier in time to block more dark ropes that emerged from the book.
"You can't win, infidel!" Fingle maniacally yelled. "The energy in this book is endless!"
Ned scowled. "But my patience isn't." He slammed the bottom of his staff on the ground, and the companions felt the familiar vibrations of a magic-induced earthquake. Unfortunately, the shrine was less structurally sound than Galaron and the dome above them instantly cracked. Plaster fell on their heads, and the walls leaned at odd angles and buckled. Ned turned to his friends with wide eyes. "Fly, you fools!"
The companions dashed through the shocked priests, past the garden, and out into the meadow. The zealots followed close behind, but Fingle tripped over a fallen piece of ceiling. The book fell out of his hands and slid against the wall of the inner sanctuary. His followers grabbed him and shoved him toward the door. "We will rescue it when the earthquake has stopped!" they reassured him. What they didn't see was Percy skitter to a stop, turn around and grab the book. He tore a few pages out and hurried after his companions.
The priests and companions crowded together away from the boulder, and everyone watched the temple collapse in on itself. Dust blew from the walls and covered everyone in a deep fog. The earthquake subsided, but not Fingle's anger. He whipped around to his followers to order a gruesome death for the companions, but their dinner and the steeds were gone. The sacrifices had slipped away.
The companions didn't rein in their horses until they reached the main trail and rode a few miles north. They slowed their horses to a gentle stride and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Ned glanced at his companions with a grin on his face. "What a fine adventure that was." Ruth and Pat grabbed Canto's shoulders and kept him from attacking Ned, and Percy had a worried expression on
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