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The forest around them in almost all
directions was frozen solid.
Just then, one of the dragons took a great,
raspy breath and let it out, freezing a large section of trees, birds
still in their branches.
"What does this mean?" Jade whispered,
confused.
"I don't know," Pip whispered. "But I bet
it's important. Aren't you glad you came with me now?"
"What are you two guys talking about?" Quinn
asked. "What do you see?"
"None of your business, prissy wings!" Pip
called back.
"Quiet down'" Jade said. "They'll hear us."
"What do you mean, 'none of my business'!"
Quinn shouted, his high pixie voice ringing through the clearing. Jade
winced, holding her ears. At first, nothing seemed to happen. She held
her breath.
"Oh no," Quinn whispered as he caught sight
of the dragons. "There are so many. Why are there so many . . ."
All of the dragons swiveled their heads to
where the pixies were hovering, their cold black eyes focusing in on
Jade, and their jaws opening in anticipation. One of them gave a fierce
cry that sounded like a cross between a wildcat and a hunting hawk.
Three of them thundered across the clearing, drawing in breath, while
the fourth, who had a puckered scar across its right eye, beat its wings
and rose up out of the clearing, soaring quickly out of sight. For a
moment, Jade was frozen in awe at the sight. Then she found her voice.
"Back through the spider tunnels, quick!"
Jade cried. "Fly!"
She could hear the dragons behind them,
breaking branches and crushing roots. A rush of frosty air flew right
over Jade's head and slicked the tree in front of her with ice so thick
she couldn't see the bark underneath.
Dodging the snapping jaws of another dragon,
she beat her wings as fast as she could, struggling to stay ahead of the
ice and teeth and claws. Then when she caught sight of the spider
tunnels below, she raised her wings and dived as fast as she knew how,
just as she had done at breakfast.
She flew past the forest in a blur and shot
right through the entrance to the tunnel, followed quickly by Pip and
the rest of the pixies, who, upon reaching the inside of the tunnel,
erupted in cheering.
"Whew," she panted. "That was--"
But before she could finish her sentence,
frosty air slammed into the tunnel entrance, sealing it off with ice.
She flew over to the ice, putting her hands on it without thinking, and
drew them back with a hiss. The ice was colder than normal! Her hands
felt numb already.
The celebratory shouts of the faeries behind
her turned to screams. She turned back around and shrieked. A spider was
right in front of her, dividing her from her friends.
Hovering, careful to avoid touching the web
in the narrow tunnel, she backed up very slowly as the spider reared up
on its hind legs. Its mandibles were huge--as big as her feet at least.
It lunged, and she dodged out of the way just in time. She heard the
snapping of its teeth and saw its legs punch through the webbing where
she had been a moment before. She saw it struggle to free its legs from
the tangles threads.
And that gave her an idea.
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