The Shadowlands
Book 2
Walking down the thoroughfare, the amulet jangling around his neck, Tom began to wonder why they were doing this in the first place.
“If they wanted the amulet destroyed then why hadn’t the done so at the village?” he asked Caretaker his question.
“Because if we let it run out of power then the wall which stops our dimension merging into yours will be abolished, so it can only be destroyed at the volcano behind the king's palace,” was his answer. They were nearly at the volcano then suddenly then stopped moving, their feet were but the volcano wasn’t getting any closer.
“Bewitchment,” whispered scruffy, “very unyielding bewitchment. Tom, it's time.” Tom grabbed the amulet from his neck and held it in his palm he whispered the words into the ore imbedded in the small gold carapace of a turtle.
Suddenly their feet were free.
“This is bad: it means someone knows we're here.” Hiding behind a rocky outcrop the atrocious heverlades looked at them and prepared their next attack. Tom sensed movement and one again once again used the amulet, the two heverlades hurtled down the mountain and landed with a thud on the ground, they walked on up the mountain path and looked down at the pulsating lava.
When Tom was almost at the the top he tripped and the amulet went soaring into the lava.
First there was nothing, no voices; the very air seemed to go still, then an air splitting crunch the blackness.
By Ben Spencer