Final Quest by Tony Abbott

Author:Tony Abbott
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2015-02-14T16:00:00+00:00

The moment the dragon appeared, lashing out with claws as long as sword blades, Kem galloped into the clearing. “Roo-oooo —”

The dragon turned suddenly at the sound. It lost its footing, stumbled backward, and fell to the ground with a thud. “Ohhhh!”

The instant it did, its mighty horned head shrank to the size of a melon. Its massive claws dwindled to a set of paws with close-cropped nails.

“Do not hurt him!” the dragon cried. “Little king! Poor little king! Poor him …”

“Jabbo?” the children shouted together.

The plump dragon blinked, and then pulled itself up from the ground. “Friends? You recognize poor Jabbo from days gone by?”

It was Jabbo, king of the city of Doobesh and former pie maker to Salamandra, queen of thorns.

“No wonder I smelled food,” said Neal. “Jabbo, you were baking!”

“He was,” said Jabbo, who always spoke about himself in the third person. “Jabbo is a pie maker, once again. He and his fog pirates were forced from Doobesh when that evil Princess Neffu attacked. Then he had a dream that told him to guard the Temple of Zara. It’s where he learned a special recipe to turn him into a vicious creature. It was a dream he simply had to obey!”

“That’s why you were scary and green,” said Julie. “You transformed yourself with your pies!”

Sparr stroked his beard. “A dream, you say? And it told you to come here? To the Dream Tree?”

“It did,” said the dragon, pulling his chef’s hat over his crown. “And the voice in Jabbo’s dream was a lady’s voice.”

“My mother’s voice,” Sparr said softly, gazing at his brother’s wand, then at Eric. “She has brought us all here with magic in hand …”

“Roo-roo?” said Kem.

“Yes, Kem,” said Sparr. “But speak so that others may understand.”

“Our pleasure,” said the dog. “We have determined that the wingwolves have wound a nearly unbroken sequence of spells around the temple so that no one may find it.”

“Nearly unbroken?” said Julie.

Both of Kem’s sets of jaws smiled. “Just so. We have discovered a gap in their charms just big enough for a dog. Even a dog with two heads. And his friends! This way.”

Kem stalked slowly among the thick growth toward the base of the great tree, then partway out again, then partway back, threading the band of friends silently through the wingwolves’ twisted maze of spells. At last they parted a final wall of ragged vegetation and beheld the remains of the temple.

Keeah gasped. Sparr froze where he stood. Eric couldn’t breathe.

The Dream Tree was enormous, far larger than any tree they had seen before. It towered above the friends, above the forest, even above Droon.

At its roots stood the ancient temple. One of its most arresting features was the great stone face of the queen who lay entombed inside and whose image Eric had last glimpsed on the figurehead of the stone ship.

Perhaps most astonishing, however, was the building itself.

The wood of the tree and the stone of the temple blended in such a way

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