The fine blonde hair on his arms stood on ends for reasons he couldn’t understand.
He hated it when these feelings overcame him.
“I’m—not—leaving—without—it.” Tippy wailed, again. “It’s not fair.”
Ralston yanked Tippy by the arm. “Tippy, do you want to be grounded for life?”
“I’ll give you one of mine,” Jules pleaded. “One of the rare ones Grandpa found.”
But she glared at him and the corners of her mouth drooped dangerously.
“Let’s just dig it out,” Bitha said.
But that was easier said than done. To get the sardius out, the boys struggled long. A dark shadow flitted past them again. It was only a slight shift of the light upon the vast lawn but Jules’s senses told him to beware, and now his heart pounded wildly.
Stuffing his pad into his cloak pocket, Ralston said, “Was that a passing cloud?” He shielded his eyes with one hand and peered in the direction of the dark forest some hundred feet ahead.
A blood-curdling scream pierced through the cold evening air and all five children jerked and stared at each other. The scream appeared to have come from the dark forest. Was someone in trouble? Or was it just someone trying to scare them?
“Wh-–at was that?” Bitha grabbed Tippy’s hand and tugged at her, but the little girl, her face indignant, squirmed and pulled away.
“No–o!” A series of ear splitting protests came from Tippy and she shook her head vigorously. Her eyes, the rims red, locked with Jules. “I want the gem! It’s mine!”
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Genre – Young Adult Adventure Fantasy
Rating – G