Chapter Eighteen

We stared at each other in complete silence, fear lingering in the air, the tension so sharp it could cut through anyone. Elle clicked her tongue and cocked her hips. 'What are we going to do now? We can't let this happen, we'll become slaves too.'

'I can't think of anything,' I admitted.

'Any clue where she hid her body? Maybe we can kill her body and destroy the sceptre.' Leaf suggested uncertainly.

'Hmm, let me see if she left a clue,' Elle said, reopening the book. She flipped through pages, her eyes swiftly reading the words. 'Found something that might be useful...' She left her words hanging, unsure of what she was saying.

'Okay, what is it?'

'None can pass the watery gate

None can escape the beast within

Through scales and flying swords

Let the banshee wail.

Over the sea of fire

And the sun's death kiss

Let the silver rain fall.

Battles and cries and death

To end up on a heath

Can you take the risk?

Fight your wars your way