Tags:
Fiction,
adventure,
Fantasy,
Juvenile Fiction,
Magic,
Fantasy & Magic,
Monster,
Secret,
dragon,
Children,
wizard,
elf,
middle grade
you reach an important decision. Once that spark ignites inside of you, there is no way to extinguish it.
So it was with Kendra now. There was no time to think; she had to move fast. Frantically, she searched about the cliff edge, not even sure what she was looking for. There were plenty of broken branches, but even if she could pass one down to the Unger, she was far too tiny to pull him up. She needed Jinx’s strength, or Oki’s cleverness, or Professor Bumblebean’s intellect. Better yet, she needed Uncle Griffinskitch’s magic.
“Magic!” Kendra exclaimed. “That’s it!” She hurriedly reached into her pouch and pulled out the enchanted carrot seeds. “If this doesn’t work, nothing will.”
Kendra leaned out over the cliff edge and cast the seeds into the darkness, hoping that at least one of them would take root in the ground below.
“Whatzum Eeneez do?” the Unger demanded angrily.
“Just wait,” Kendra replied. “Now all I need to do is to remember the right words.”
“Wordzum?” the Unger asked anxiously. Kendra saw it was becoming more and more difficult for him to hang onto the cliff edge. At any moment, he was going to fall.
Kendra’s memory kicked into gear. “I got them now!” She leaned as far over the cliff as she dared and chanted:
Humble seeds, cast to the earth,
Sprout to the clouds in glorious birth.
Tall and speedy, with mighty girth,
Vaster than an Eenling’s mirth.
At first, nothing seemed to happen. Kendra listened hard, but the only thing she could hear was the desperate grunting of the Unger. Then, like a magic geyser of leaf and vegetable, a giant orange carrot emerged from the darkness beneath her.
“It’s growing!” Kendra cried, as she watched the carrot rise from the rocky soil below. She chanted the spell again, over and over, prompting the enchanted vegetable to grow faster and taller.
“It’s going to come right past you,” Kendra called to the Unger. “Grab on to it as it goes by.”
The Unger’s eyes were wide and frightened. Kendra could see that the strange carrot terrified him. But the creature had no choice; if he didn’t take her help, he would plunge to his death. With a gnarled claw, the small Unger reached out and seized the leafy top of the carrot. Wrapping his muscular legs around the stem, he hung on for all he was worth. Only a few seconds later, the carrot reached the top of the cliff. The beast scrambled onto the ground alongside Kendra and lay there, panting heavily.
“Whyzum Eeneez helpzum Trooogul?” the Unger demanded, after it had caught its breath.
“Is that you?” Kendra asked. “Trooogul?”
“Yeezum,” the Unger replied, his voice deep and gravelly.
“I’m Kendra,” the Een girl said.
“Whyzum helpzum Trooogul?” the Unger repeated.
“I . . . I don’t know,” Kendra admitted. Suddenly, she started trembling again. Only a moment ago, she had been so excited by rescuing the Unger. Now fear had overtaken her, and she could barely speak.
“Eeneez no helpzum Ungers,” Trooogul declared. “Itzum forbidden! Youza getzum expelled frum Eenzum! Foreverzum! Everyonezum knowzum—evenzum Trooogul!”
Kendra gasped. How could she forget about the sacred Een rule? How could she forget that helping an Unger would mean being kicked out of the land of Een forever? Kendra looked hard at Trooogul. But then again, how could she have let him fall to his death? Kendra’s mind was racing.
Then, suddenly, she heard Uncle Griffinskitch’s voice.
“Kendra! Where are you?” the ancient wizard called from the forest.
Kendra cocked her ear to the voice then turned to look back at Trooogul. “What now? Are you going to hurt me?”
“Unger no hatzum Eeneez,” Trooogul snorted. “Youzum! Youzum no likum Unger. Eeneez come to Unger place! Youza trespazzum!”
“I-I’m sorry,” Kendra stuttered.
“Nowzum youzum leave!” Trooogul barked. “Leavezum beforezum Unger angrezum more!”
Kendra nodded