Starfell: Willow Moss and the Lost Day by Dominique Valente

Author:Dominique Valente
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollinsPublishers
Published: 2019-03-31T00:00:00+00:00

She took a sip of the weren tea and sat down in an armchair. From within the bag she could hear Oswin slurping the cup she’d passed him. Harold, it seemed, had decided to go back to bed.

Sometimes sat up and rubbed his head. ‘I can’t believe she’s been captured,’ he lamented, carrying on his conversation as if a full ten minutes hadn’t just passed, coming to sit opposite Willow in one of the armchairs.

Willow blinked. ‘Ah – yes, unfortunately.’

‘But how?’ he cried.

‘Well, we were entering the city of Bead—’

‘Beady Hill, yes, and then the High Master arrived!’

She frowned. ‘Oh, you saw that? Well, they had these magical—’

He nodded impatiently. ‘Manacles, yes – but she could get out of those if she wanted!’

‘Yes,’ said Willow slowly with a frown. Obviously he could just see her memory of the event for himself.

He looked from her to Feathering. ‘What I mean is – how was Moreg Vaine captured? How could she have let it happen? Surely she could have fought them off?’

‘Is she very powerful?’ asked Feathering.

Willow nodded, thinking of how thunder and lightning had ripped the sky. ‘I don’t think that they could really have captured her without her consent. I don’t know why she allowed it. I really don’t. But what I do know is that this was her plan. She wanted me to come here and find you –’ she looked at him now – ‘she thought that perhaps you could help.’

His eyes popped. ‘Me?’

She nodded. ‘She said that until we found out who took the day I couldn’t try to summon it – not until we know what we’re dealing with first.’

He blinked a few times. Then his eyes went hazy and he sank into a faint.

She sighed, took a sip of tea and shrugged at Feathering.

‘Bonkers,’ said Oswin, who’d opened the bag, and was leaning against the dragon egg, his legs crossed.

Sometimes sat bolt upright. ‘YOU ALMOST ENDED THE WORLD?’

He was obviously recalling the moment when she tried to summon the day and Moreg Vaine started to panic.

Outside Feathering boomed, ‘WHAT?’ in shock. ‘You almost ended the world?’

Willow shrugged. ‘Only almost.’

She explained that if she’d brought the day into the current reality it might have split apart the fabric of time. ‘See, that’s why I can’t try to find it just yet – we need to know who took it and why first. So, can you tell us who took last Tuesday?’ she asked Nolin Sometimes.

He rubbed his head and sighed deeply. He took a sip of his cold tea, then said, ‘It’s just not clear, and what I’m getting, well, it doesn’t make any sense!’

‘Oh?’ said Willow.

Feathering looked just as surprised. ‘What are you getting?’ he asked.

‘Something impossible – I mean, they said they were all destroyed; no one has been able to find one to even try, but …’

‘What?’

He stood up and started pacing the floor. As he spoke he spilled tea from his cup, which trailed along with his steps. ‘Well, I just keep seeing the oddest thing whenever I try to look at last Tuesday specifically.

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