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her palm. They were gooey and cold, but Willow refused to cringe; she would not show Madrila her disgust. Still, she couldn't help but breathe in relief once she tossed them into the cauldron.
"Now add three piglet snouts. And as you add them, I want you to imagine your monster forming. Imagine its eyes seeking enemies, its nose sniffing for blood."
Willow tossed the pig snouts into the pot. She tried to imagine a truly horrible beast, something that could hunt, kill, and terrify. But her mind went blank. Come on, Willow, she told herself. Think! Think of something that'll give people nightmares.
"The unicorn blood," Madrila said. "Add four drops. Slowly! One at a time. And stir. Now imagine the monster's body take shape, the blood flowing through its forming veins."
Willow added the blood, stirred, and tried to think. Go on... think, Willow, think. Imagine those evil eyes, that warty body, those sharp teeth.
She kept adding ingredients, following Madrila's instructions. Soon it came time for uttering spells; she called them out clearly, repeating Madrila's words. The brew bubbled. Green and purple smoke rose. A creature unfurled there, growing and twisting.
"A monster of my own," Willow whispered. She tossed in the final ingredient—two bat wings—and uttered the last spell. The broth blasted out a puff of blue smoke, then cooled.
"Reach into the cauldron," Madrila said, face flushed. She smiled. "Pull out your baby monster."
Heart hammering, Willow reached into the cauldron and pulled out a fluffy bunny.
Madrila groaned. "Willow!"
The bunny wiggled its nose.
"It does have a wart," Willow said hopefully.
Madrila screamed. Jars and vials flew. Willow fled the room, bat wings and snake eyeballs flying over her head. She raced downstairs, the bunny in her arms.
"You are hopeless!" Madrila screamed above. "I should banish you into the forest! I will turn you into a bunny!"
Willow fled the house and ran into the forest. She huddled behind an oak, hugged her knees, and trembled.
"And stay out!" Madrila shouted behind her. Willow heard the door slam shut.
A cold wind moaned and leaves rustled. Willow sighed and hugged the bunny to her chest.
"Looks like another cold night outside," she whispered to her adorable monster. "But tomorrow we'll attack Burrfield. Tomorrow I'll prove that I can kill people like Madrila does. I promise you, Fluffy. We'll show her how evil we are."
She fell asleep with the bunny cuddled in her arms.
Chapter Seven
Fluffy
Rowyn was walking through the forest, staff in hand, when the monsters attacked.
They burst from between the birches—green, warty things with long claws and fangs. There were three, each uglier and smellier than the last. Grunting and drooling, they charged toward him, feet kicking up dry leaves.
Rowyn gasped. He fumbled for his wand, a stick of birch painted green and gold. One grunter slashed its claws and pain blazed. Blood soaked Rowyn's tunic. The two other grunters leaned in to bite.
"We love a good elfling for breakfast," they said. "Sweet elfling flesh! Grunt grunt. "
"Get back!" Rowyn shouted. He kicked one's face, crushing its nose. Blood and mucus flew. As the grunters screeched, Rowyn raised his wand and uttered a spell.
A bolt of lightning shot from the wand. It slammed into a grunter. The creature howled and fell back, trembling. The two others screeched.
"Back!" Rowyn shouted. His hair fell over his eyes; he could barely see. "Stand back, creatures."
One grunter lay on the ground. The other two cackled. "Madrila said we can eat elflings. Grunt grunt! You look tasty."
They slashed claws. Rowyn swung his staff, knocking those claws aside. One grunter attacked from his left, and Rowyn kicked it back. The other leaped at his right, and its fangs tore into Rowyn's shoulder.
"Mmm tasty elfling flesh!" it said.
Rowyn pointed his wand and cast another spell. Fire streamed from his wand and hit the grunter. The creature howled, fell, and
"Now add three piglet snouts. And as you add them, I want you to imagine your monster forming. Imagine its eyes seeking enemies, its nose sniffing for blood."
Willow tossed the pig snouts into the pot. She tried to imagine a truly horrible beast, something that could hunt, kill, and terrify. But her mind went blank. Come on, Willow, she told herself. Think! Think of something that'll give people nightmares.
"The unicorn blood," Madrila said. "Add four drops. Slowly! One at a time. And stir. Now imagine the monster's body take shape, the blood flowing through its forming veins."
Willow added the blood, stirred, and tried to think. Go on... think, Willow, think. Imagine those evil eyes, that warty body, those sharp teeth.
She kept adding ingredients, following Madrila's instructions. Soon it came time for uttering spells; she called them out clearly, repeating Madrila's words. The brew bubbled. Green and purple smoke rose. A creature unfurled there, growing and twisting.
"A monster of my own," Willow whispered. She tossed in the final ingredient—two bat wings—and uttered the last spell. The broth blasted out a puff of blue smoke, then cooled.
"Reach into the cauldron," Madrila said, face flushed. She smiled. "Pull out your baby monster."
Heart hammering, Willow reached into the cauldron and pulled out a fluffy bunny.
Madrila groaned. "Willow!"
The bunny wiggled its nose.
"It does have a wart," Willow said hopefully.
Madrila screamed. Jars and vials flew. Willow fled the room, bat wings and snake eyeballs flying over her head. She raced downstairs, the bunny in her arms.
"You are hopeless!" Madrila screamed above. "I should banish you into the forest! I will turn you into a bunny!"
Willow fled the house and ran into the forest. She huddled behind an oak, hugged her knees, and trembled.
"And stay out!" Madrila shouted behind her. Willow heard the door slam shut.
A cold wind moaned and leaves rustled. Willow sighed and hugged the bunny to her chest.
"Looks like another cold night outside," she whispered to her adorable monster. "But tomorrow we'll attack Burrfield. Tomorrow I'll prove that I can kill people like Madrila does. I promise you, Fluffy. We'll show her how evil we are."
She fell asleep with the bunny cuddled in her arms.
Chapter Seven
Fluffy
Rowyn was walking through the forest, staff in hand, when the monsters attacked.
They burst from between the birches—green, warty things with long claws and fangs. There were three, each uglier and smellier than the last. Grunting and drooling, they charged toward him, feet kicking up dry leaves.
Rowyn gasped. He fumbled for his wand, a stick of birch painted green and gold. One grunter slashed its claws and pain blazed. Blood soaked Rowyn's tunic. The two other grunters leaned in to bite.
"We love a good elfling for breakfast," they said. "Sweet elfling flesh! Grunt grunt. "
"Get back!" Rowyn shouted. He kicked one's face, crushing its nose. Blood and mucus flew. As the grunters screeched, Rowyn raised his wand and uttered a spell.
A bolt of lightning shot from the wand. It slammed into a grunter. The creature howled and fell back, trembling. The two others screeched.
"Back!" Rowyn shouted. His hair fell over his eyes; he could barely see. "Stand back, creatures."
One grunter lay on the ground. The other two cackled. "Madrila said we can eat elflings. Grunt grunt! You look tasty."
They slashed claws. Rowyn swung his staff, knocking those claws aside. One grunter attacked from his left, and Rowyn kicked it back. The other leaped at his right, and its fangs tore into Rowyn's shoulder.
"Mmm tasty elfling flesh!" it said.
Rowyn pointed his wand and cast another spell. Fire streamed from his wand and hit the grunter. The creature howled, fell, and
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