Kaza Kingsley_Erec Rex_01 by The Dragon's Eye

Author:The Dragon's Eye [Eye, The Dragon's]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781416979333
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books For Young Readers
Published: 2009-04-01T05:00:00+00:00

The next morning Erec’s room was a mess. His dog, now his usual self, was asleep on the floor, tangled in a sheet. Erec rubbed his head. “Rest up, Wolfboy.” It seemed like a good name now. He cleaned the room and changed for the third contest.

The crowd behind the maze was smaller now. Other kids gathered nearby to watch.

The wind tousled Spartacus Kilroy’s light brown hair and blue cape. Umpee checked Erec off—“Rick Ross”—and stuck the number seventy-five on his back.

Kilroy blew his whistle. “There should be ninety-three of you, but we only have eighty today, so there will be just forty winners. I hear a few were discouraged because their inquizzles said they would not be final winners.” He looked disturbed by this thought. “That was not the intention of that prize. A few others were upset by things that happened to the winners and have dropped out.” He shook his head. “I want to assure you, the judges are aware of the situation. You will be perfectly safe from here out.”

Erec was happy that Ugry was nowhere in sight. At least he felt safe for the moment.

“The third contest,” continued Kilroy, “is the Tribaffleon. It is made up of three parts, with separate scores. We will start with the sword pull. I do not expect many to accomplish this. Perhaps none will. But if you do it, you will get a hundred points.

“Next is a timed race. You must ride a creature across a track. To make this more difficult, and in some cases safer, the creatures are babies. Since there are eighty of you, the first across the line will get eighty points, then seventy-nine, down to one.

“The final part is individually judged.” Kilroy held up a rippled, uneven urn, riddled with pockmarks. It looked like it was molded from black mud. “This is a nocked urn, made just for our contest. Each of you will draw a paper from it. It will give you a specific test that will use your inborn magical gifts. Don’t worry. If you are afraid you have not inherited anything, the nocked urn will discover something in you, even if it is small. You will be observed and scored from zero to one hundred.”

Erec wondered what the nocked urn would find that he could do. Eat? Sleep? Tame crazy dogs?

The crowd followed Olive Umpee to form lines behind four stone anvils. Umpee and Rayson counted twenty kids to a line. Balor and his friends were at the end of the line on the right so Erec swerved to the left.

Stoney Rayson clapped his hand onto Erec’s and Bethany’s shoulders, and steered them to the right behind Rock. “Nice glasses, kid.” He winked. A girl lined up behind Bethany, and Rayson said, “That’s twenty. The lines are full.”

Balor turned around. A slick smile spread over his face. “This is your lucky day, Rick Ross. You’re in the winning line. That’s good. I want to keep you around here a while longer.”

Erec remembered hanging upside down in the air, Balor and Damon trying to chop his head off.

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