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“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces. Anyway, now that I’ve made you aware of the dangers here in my world there’s one other itty-bitty issue that we need to settle,” he whispered, his thin lips twisting …show more content…

With a chill, I realized I was more than a diversion I was bait to lure the goblin out of the castle. Then something occurred to me. Had I also been used as a sacrifice for the cause? “I think that I am going to like you after all. Once I have taunted, teased, and tortured you for a while then you’ll tell me where the staff was hidden. Hey, sorry to ping-pong and change the subject but,” he smiled, “do you like magic shows? I know you do I can see it your eyes. Well, then you’re gonna love this one.” The air rippled as the magic tremors transformed the goblin into me. He leaned casually against a tree in a black hoodie, white T-shirt, faded skinny jeans, a baseball, and sneakers.” “Stop that.” I said. “Stop mocking me!” Gordok looked offended. “Mocking? My precious boy, imitation is a genuine form of …show more content…

You foolish, boy. You forgot I know everything.” “Okay, okay. Calm down. I’ll tell you. King Kheiron hid the staff in plain view using a magical illusion.” I said, and the idea that he might kill me for lying sent my brain cells into overload, millions of tiny imps scurrying around in my head, shrieking and flapping their arms. “Don’t lie, Aiden.” He made a sound like a blown-out tire. Either he was snickering or blowing me a puckered raspberry. The vile goblin bared his fangs. His mouth began to twitch at the corners. His yellow eyes sent a clear message: Look out! I’m about to have a frothing freak-out session. I want it and I want it now!” He stomped his foot and red sparks flew from his flip-flops. I was already moving toward the trees, but the yellow-monster blocked the trail. “I need its power to unite the kingdom, rule over all the other creatures, and destroy those that oppose me. Stop trying to cheat me out of what is rightfully mine!” “But can we talk about rationally. Like . . . you know boy to goblin,” I said trying to do-si-do around him, my exasperation increasing with every stonewalled step. “Shut up!” Gordok snarled. “You’ll pay for your

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