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"Kellach, watch out!" Driskoll called.
The wolf
leaped for Kellach's arm, but Kellach spun around just in time.
He swung his
branch hard and connected with the wolf's chest. But this time, the blow
only seemed to make the wolf angrier. Kellach backed up slowly. The wolf
crouched low and gave a dangerous growl.
Suddenly
Moyra remembered the amulet. She gripped the stone around her neck and,
hoping it would work, shouted, "Fire!"
Nothing
happened.
How does
this thing work? Moyra thought. She wished she could read the Elvish
words engraved on the amulet.
She held the
necklace higher. "Fire! Fire!"
Still
nothing happened.
"It's
broken!" Moyra yelled. "The amulet's not working."
"Emalf!"
Kellach shouted. "Emalf. Say Emalf!" The small wolf sprang at Kellach
with its jaws snapping. He hit it with the branch again, but it
hesitated only a moment before it moved in again to attack.
"Emalf,"
Moyra repeated quietly, pointing the amulet at the small wolf crouching
in front of Kellach.
Her body
jolted backward as a bolt of flame jetted out from the center of the
amulet, missing the small wolf's nose by an inch. The little wolf yowled
and huddled against the ground, covering its nose with its paws.
"It worked!"
she cried, jumping up and down. "I did it!"
"Uh, Moyra?"
Driskoll tugged on her arm. "We still have one small problem!"
The
pony-sized wolf padded toward her, the growl low in its throat.
"Hah!" Moyra
said. "I've got you this time." She pointed the amulet. |
