The Mask of Maliban by Tony Abbott

Author:Tony Abbott
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2015-09-25T04:00:00+00:00

“It’s working!” the statue’s voice cried out.

Soon, the entire pile of magical objects was surrounded by a red wind, whirling like a small tornado around the statue.

Whoom! The dark air spun faster.

“Prepare to witness the greatest act of magic you have ever seen!” shouted the statue’s voice. “I show you this to thank you for bringing me the Ruby Orb. You’ve done well … to help me-e-e-e-e….”

Eric felt a shock of fear go through him.

Help me. Help me?

Vrrrt! The sound of stone grinding against stone filled the air. The back wall of the courtyard slid away and in its place stood a curtain.

A bloodred curtain.

“Maliban must be behind the curtain,” said Keeah. “His voice is going through the statue.”

Eric gasped as the curtain rippled from the spinning red wind.

“Maliban …” he murmured. “Maliban …”

Eric stared at the curtain and light flashed through his head. He closed his eyes. He saw a vision of the curtain and in his mind he walked up to it. He reached out his hand, grabbed the heavy cloth, and pulled it aside.

He staggered back.

What he saw terrified him. A face … that wasn’t a face. It was something else. It was someone else. Someone Eric knew.

“What!” he cried. “It was you all the time!”

“Yes-s-s-s, Eric-c-c-c!” came the hissing reply.

Eric’s eyes popped open. He turned to Keeah.

“The mask!” he said. “It’s not for Prince Maliban.”

Keeah stared at him. “What do you mean?”

“It’s not for Maliban,” Eric repeated, “because there is no Maliban.”

Neal frowned. “Have you been eating the green part of the cheese again?”

“It’s not Maliban behind that curtain.”

“Then who is it?” asked Keeah. “Who?”

The red wind whoomed and boomed as it whipped higher around the statue. As it did, the silver statue itself turned red. The wind coiled higher and higher, nearing the golden mask.

The curtain rippled. The claw appeared.

Eric felt hot and cold at the same time.

But he knew he was right. He knew what his vision meant. Shaking his head firmly, he said, “There is no Maliban.”

“Then who is it?” asked Neal.

Eric said a single word.

“Sparr.”

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