The School Years Complete Collection. Soman Chainani

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      Poof! She hurtled between them, a pink gazelle, and heard the fish crash into each other.

      Sophie limped into a clearing, heaving for air. Faint wolf howls at the gates sent shudders through her fur. More enemies on the way.

      Her big green eyes searched the dark sky for Agatha. Nothing but stars winking back at her.

      She looked back down and jumped. Across the clearing, Tristan and Chaddick stood in the moonlight. Face ice cold, Tristan drew an arrow into his bow. Chaddick pulled his sword.

      Sophie turned to run—

      Reena blocked her escape. The Arabian princess whistled and two golden wolf dogs slunk into the clearing behind her, baring knife-sharp teeth.

      Sophie spun to see Arachne skulk out of the trees, finger glowing. Two more Everboys drew arrows into their bows.

      Legs quivering, Sophie’s pink gazelle stood surrounded, waiting for her white dove to rescue her.

      “Now!” Chaddick screamed—

      Boys unleashed arrows, Arachne stabbed her finger, two dogs lunged as Sophie thrust out her shaking pink paw, closed her eyes—

      Arrows and curses sailed over her scaly rattlesnake head. Sophie hissed in relief, slithering towards the safety of trees … until a shadow cast over her.

      Reena’s wolf dog pounced and grabbed her in its mouth.

      Furious, Sophie felt her snake rattle burn pink—

      Elephant buttocks crushed the dog’s head as Sophie stampeded out of the clearing, trunk trumpeting in terror. Everboy arrows slammed into her massive pink rump and she crumpled to the grass in pain. Sophie glanced back at ten hooded assassins and two chomping fish, bouncing right for her. Helplessly cornered, she raised her glowing elephant trunk—

      Curses, arrows, swords, fish grazed her feathers as Sophie’s pink lovebird flapped into the air—

      Screeching with triumph, she flew higher, higher, out of arrow reach, then saw the glint of flames at the barrier. Sophie recoiled in shock, only to feel something snare her wing. Slowly, a whip of water drew her towards a hooded figure in the Blue Brook.

      Sophie shrieked for help, but then more whips ensnared her, pulling her through branches to her captor in the stream, who lashed the water with a glowing green finger. Slowly the waters delivered Sophie’s lovebird into ashen hands as the shadow pulled back its hood.

      “You would have made a great witch, Sophie,” Anadil said, stroking her beak. “Even better than me.”

      The lovebird gazed up at her with pleading eyes.

      Anadil’s fingers crushed its tiny throat. The bird thrashed for breath, but Anadil pressed harder, and as Sophie’s eyes went dark, she knew the last thing she’d ever see was a flaming star fall majestically through sky, falling straight for the witch about to snap her neck—

      In a flash, a burning dove thieved Sophie out of Anadil’s hands, into wings afire, and up through frigid sky.

      As arrows tore through treetops, Agatha thrust out her glowing wingtip and arrows turned to daisies in the wind. She flew as long as she could on fire, Sophie clasped in her feet, then plunged into a dark pine glen and the birds smashed to the ground, tumbling over each other, snuffing out the flames.

      Whimpering, Agatha struggled to make her charred wing glow. It flickered—she and Sophie instantly turned human, both paralyzed with pain. Sophie glimpsed Agatha’s bare arms, blistered with burns. Before Sophie could cry out, Agatha’s eyes widened and she circled her glowing orange fingertip around them—“Floradora pinscoria!”

      They both turned to scrawny blue pine shrubs.

      Anadil stormed into the glen with Arachne. They peered into the deserted patch.

      “I told you they landed in the pumpkins,” Arachne said.

      “Then lead the way,” said Anadil.

      “Which of us gets to kill her?” Arachne said, turning—

      Anadil stunned her with a lightning bolt. She stripped the red kerchief from Arachne’s pocket and threw it to the ground. Red sparks shot into the air and Arachne vanished into thin air.

      “Me,” Anadil said.

      Red eyes narrowed, she took one last long look around.

      “Nick, I saw her over here!” called Chaddick, nearby.

      Anadil smiled wickedly and headed in his direction.

      In the dark, silent glen, two shrubs shivered side by side.

      The night had just begun.

      Outside the golden gates, the unchosen Evers and Nevers waited for Sophie’s name to vanish off the scoreboard like Kiko’s and Arachne’s. But as the hours passed and more names vanished—Nicholas, Mona, Tristan, Vex, Tarquin, Reena, Giselle, Brone, Chaddick, Anadil—Sophie’s stubbornly remained.

      Had Sophie and Tedros united? What would their victory mean? A prince and witch … together?

      As the hours passed, Good and Evil shared looks across the Clearing—first threatened … then curious … then hopeful … and before they knew it, they were drifting into each other’s sides, sharing blankets, crepes, and cherry grenadine. Evil thought it had corrupted Good and Good thought it had enlightened Evil, but it didn’t matter.

      For two sides soon turned into one, cheering on the Prince-Witch revolution.

      Inside the cold pine glen, two shrubs waited.

      They waited through silence, split open by screams. They waited through sounds of classmates fighting enemies and betraying friends. They waited as something snared child after child with angry splashes in the Brook. They waited as drooling trolls stomped past them, brandishing bloodstained hammers. They waited as red and white sparks painted the sky, until only four competitors remained.

      Then the Blue Forest went quiet for a very long time.

      Hunger tore at their stomachs. Cold glazed their leaves with frost. Sleep attacked their senses. But the two plants stayed rooted still until the sky bruised blue. Sophie held her breath, willing the sun to break through …

      Tedros limped into the glen.

      He had no cloak, no sword, only a brutally dented shield. His tunic was torn to shreds, the silver swan on his bare chest gleaming against welts and blood. The prince gazed into the lightening sky. Then he crumpled against a skeletal pine, sniffling softly.

      “Corpadora volvera,” Agatha whispered. “That’s the counterspell. Go to him!”

      “When the sun comes up,” Sophie whispered back.

      “He needs to know you’re okay!”

      “He’ll know in a few more minutes.”

      Tedros СКАЧАТЬ