LAST EMERALD
PHILLIP & WHIZZY TRILOGY (BOOK 3)
FLUSHED AWAY
Chapter5
I stood impatiently
behind my grandpa as he looked out across the frozen river. Drifts of snow
swelled on the far side of the river, but there was very little at our feet.
Phillip and Whizzy were standing on either side of me as the wind blew at our
backs, sweeping the snow across the ice. It slithered along the frozen river
top like a snake in the sand. The sun was very low and dim in the sky.
I squinted to see what
Grandpa Whizzenmog was doing as he reached into his pocket for something. When
he found it, he quickly moved onto the ice.
“What is he waiting for?”
Whizzy crassly remarked.
I didn’t have any idea.
No one did, because none of us responded.
Phillip, Whizzy and I
stayed back on shore.
“Do not follow me, kids.
I will make sure it is safe first.” He stopped only a few feet away from us
when a strong gust of wind swirled around and engulfed him in snow.
“Grandpa!” Whizzy yelled
then started to run on the ice.
I grabbed him by the arm,
“Wait! Don’t move!”
The snow blew into the
air and Grandpa Whizzenmog reappeared. He had huddled and covered his face.
“I’m fine. Please, stay
there,” He commanded while wiping snow from his eyes and beard.
The winds had caught us
by surprise. Phillip was cuddling Aevion to his chest and I knelt down and
huddled around Princess Merran. Snow was flying around like we were in a winter
tornado. It was somewhat difficult to see until my grandpa pulled something
from his pocket.
A bright green light made
the fluffy white snow seem to disappear. It shot rays of dark green light into
the river.
“What is that?” Phillip
croaked. He seemed very nervous. I didn’t like it when he was nervous…I liked
him better when he was confident.
My grandpa raised his arm
into the air. He was chanting something, although I couldn’t hear him, I could
see his lips moving. The light from the object in his hands grew brighter and
brighter just before he slammed it onto the frozen river with a loud grunt. A
circle of green light rippled out from the object, shaking the ground like a
tremor when it passed us by.
“That was wicked!” Whizzy
shouted.
Grandpa stood up and
backed away with his wand still in his left hand. He eagerly studied the small
green object now sticking out from the ice.
“It’s the emerald!” I
shouted above the rushing winds.
“What?” Phillip asked.
Whizzy and Phillip each
listened intently, “A green emerald. I saw it in Grandpa’s room last night,” I
explained as my hair whipped against the increasing winds. “I asked if it
belonged to Grandmother, but he didn’t say.”
Small cracks began to
splinter in the ice. They stretched out from the center where the emerald had
pierced the ice. The river began to change colors like it was melting rapidly.
A large circle formed near where my grandpa now stood.
“Hurry!” Grandpa
Whizzenmog shouted as he emphatically waved us toward him.
We dashed onto the icy
river and slid to a stop next to the only person who seemed to have any idea
what was happening beneath us.
I saw the water bubbling
and swirling under our feet. It changed colors directly below us, from a white
to clear like the sliding glass door in our basement.
“Hold on!” I heard my
grandpa’s voice shout, as he firmly grabbed a hold of my arm.
A sinking feeling came
over me. Now I knew how Phillip felt almost every single day in school. My
stomach flipped and I suddenly felt sick when I watched the icy river-top
disintegrate under my boots.
I screamed as I fell into
the river, which now swirled like a whirlpool. The water was all around me, yet
I wasn’t wet or cold. We were in a portal. Grandpa had done it…he had opened
the portal to Mistasia.
An orange fish flew past
my face. I screamed and then covered my mouth for fear of drowning, but I could
breath.
I watched as Whizzy
flipped around doing somersaults. He smiled so widely that I almost didn’t
recognize him. Phillip, however, looked terrified.
Colors began to fade. My
brother and Phillip grew smaller until I could no longer see them. Then
everything went dark.
Thud!
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