A Magic Evermore by Michelle Massie

Author:Michelle Massie [Massie, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B0BSG4542J
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter seventeen

Rotting wood and splintering boards covered the end of the passageway. Daylight was filtering in through the spaces and cracks in the makeshift covering. Mirri kicked at the barrier. Nothing. She kicked again. Sighing, she leaned against the boards. Tiredness was threatening to take over. Or maybe it was her brush with death earlier.

Mirri rubbed her eyes. “What do we do now?”

She jumped as she heard a large crack. Smidge looked up, holding a chunk of wood. “We pull it off,” he announced with an enormous smile.

Mirri laughed, and the three of them began pulling at the ancient wood. The boards on the bottom were much easier to pull off, cracking easily. After they had made a decent size hole, Mirri got down on her stomach to wriggle through, bringing the staff with her. Smidge and Jinx followed closely.

Smidge reached back into the hole and dug out his tattered pack. Mirri cringed. Her pack. She had left it. Food and supplies. She wondered if Smidge would be angry.

Huddled together, they peeked around. They emerged from the passageway in an old town. From the looks of it, an abandoned town. Mirri saw old homes, built with wood turned gray, most of which had caved-in roofs and holes in the walls. “Let’s just go for it.”

The other two agreed, and they dodged from one collapsing building to the next. Finally, Mirri saw the tree line. She was careful to keep her speed down, unwilling to stray too far from her friends again. She kept looking over her shoulder, positive a parade of Panthera would come bounding after them at any moment. A creaking, lonely sign swayed in the breeze, signifying the entrance to the deserted village. Mirri stopped to inspect the sign. She could just make out the ‘H’ and and ‘o’, but the rest had faded away into the sun-bleached surface. She wondered why the town needed a secret passageway.

“Mirri! Hurry!”

Mirri turned and jogged to the path where Smidge and Jinx had stopped, holding the staff under her arm. It was right where the stone stairs started to the church. Jinx was digging furiously in a pile of brush, sending green leaves flying. Mirri stopped, confused, until Jinx dragged a dirty pack out by the drawstring.

“My pack—thank goodness!” She scooped Jinx up in a ferocious hug.

“I carried it from our campsite. I could fly faster up the hill without it, so I concealed it here,” she explained. She looked at Mirri with wide eyes. “Is that all right?” She looked near tears.

Mirri answered with another hug, and she felt Jinx sigh in relief. Mirri kneeled on the ground to check the contents. Jammed in the bottom she saw her pad and quilt, along with the food and water canister. She breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thanks, guys,” she said sheepishly. “I’m sorry I left without telling you.”

“It is all right, Mirri. For the Voktare, we would do anything.” Smidge put a hand on her shoulder.

Hmm. The Voktare. She picked up the staff and turned it around in her hand.

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