What happens when your greatest dream is also your worst nightmare?
In the sequel to Book One The Magic Crystal, the hilarious misadventure continues for the three misfit friends as the quest goes from bad to worse!
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Imago Fantasy Realm
Imago Fantasy Realm
In this sequel to The Magic Crystal, having survived their first big misadventure thanks more to luck than skill, fate conspires once again to force Princess Rose, Tag and Cankles to embark on another perilous quest. This time, Loken the nefarious, shape-shifting Sprite steals away with the dreamstone that is imbued with the power to make wishes come true.
Fearing the Sprite will deliver the magic crystal to the evil Sorcerer, Tag and Cankles undertake this mission with the reluctant Princess in tow. Armed with nothing more than sheer determination and an old, cherished sword, the three unlikely friends must move in secret.
Tag must find the courage to meet his destiny head-on as they race against time toward the treacherous Dragon Lands to hunt down Loken. They must stop him before he hands the magic crystal to the malevolent Sorcerer so he can use it to unleash its true powers on this realm, a terrible magic that will allow Dragonite's dreams to come true, while immersing the world in a terrifying nightmare.
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“Damn these bloody branches!”
This solitary voice was quickly overwhelmed by the boisterous ‘caws’ as a murder of crows jostled for position atop the broken fir tree.
Gazing to the south, the palace in Fleetwood had shrunk to an indiscernible shape on the distant hill. The knights and soldiers that had poured into the courtyard armed with bows and arrows to down him as he took flight were now nothing more than insignificant specks.
Unwilling to break formation while still within the mortals’ sight, Loken waited until he was confident no one in pursuit would be able to single him out from the crows in his company.
In a few more hours, darkness would fall. He’d be free to assume his usual form, unbeknownst to all with the exception of these ebony scavengers.
“It will take a miracle for the Princess to reclaim it now!” gloated the shape-shifting Sprite, as he struggled to keep the dreamstone in his grasp.
He ruffled his black feathers, heaving a weary sigh of relief as he settled high above the ground. His head bobbed, ducking to avoid getting smacked by the swaying boughs as the agitated crows squabbled and flapped about, vying for the choicest branch to perch on.
Loken’s need to blend in, to become one with this flock was no longer possible as several crows nearest to him suddenly spied upon the golden chain and the bead of crystal clutched in his clawed feet. The fine links and smooth stone sparkled, reflecting the sun’s light high overhead.
One especially brazen crow greedily eyed this shiny object. Its head cocked from side to side as it hopped along the branch for a closer look.
“Back off!” snapped Loken. In the form of a crow with honey-amber eyes, he tugged at the chain that had tangled around a twig. Yanking the strand of gold free, he fluttered to the branch below just as the bird’s beak lunged to snatch up the crystal.
Fixated on the allure of the glittering gold and its luminous orb, the thieving crow moved swiftly before the others tried to steal away with this newfound treasure. It either ignored or didn’t care that the amber-eyed one possessing this shiny bauble was speaking rather than cawing in protest.
“Bloody hell!” cursed Loken, his beak jabbing at the crow’s head as it made another attempt to snatch the necklace away from him. “Back off or I’ll kill you!”
Wishing to avoid another nasty assault, the crow hopped to a lower branch, its dark, beady eyes still fixed on Loken’s prized possession. Thinking its flock mate was merely good at mimicking human voices, the bird remained undaunted, thinking of another way to acquire this treasure before another crow did.
Before Loken could issue another useless warning, the crow attempted to snatch the necklace again. It missed its mark when a larger bird wishing to make its own daring move landed on the branch Loken was perched on.
“Enough!” snapped the Sprite, transforming under a great show of light. This brilliance momentarily startled the crows nearest to him. Forced to take to the air, these birds landed on neighbouring boughs a safe distance away. Instead of flying off in fear of Loken’s new form, the crows became agitated, cawing long and loud as they regrouped.
“Be gone, all of you!” demanded the Sprite. He unfolded his magnificent wings in a threatening gesture. As a much larger red-tailed hawk, Loken was sure to strike fear, if not respect, in their hearts! To his surprise, his ebony antagonists did quite the opposite. His transformation into a great bird of prey only caused these scavengers to act instinctively.
The crows summoned more of their kind, inviting them to help mob their winged nemesis. They began an aerial assault with two or more crows at a time diving at Loken. Those with enough courage or too stupid to anticipate the true level of threat from this raptor came in dangerously close; landing a well placed peck or raking his feathered back with their claws.
Loken swore beneath his breath, cursing his own stupidity for forgetting the number of times he had witnessed crows in flight, boldly harassing eagles much larger than the hawk form he now assumed.
Greatly outnumbered and confronted by multiple attackers, the Sprite knew he’d become even more of a target if he took to the air.
“I’ll show you!” snarled Loken. In a flash of white light, he transmogrified into a deadly predator feared by all.
In an explosion of ebony feathers, the frightened crows erupted into flight as a large mountain lion abruptly appeared where the hawk once perched. Balanced on this branch, Loken lashed out. His curved claws slashed the air, batting two crows from mid-flight. His amber eyes shone with cruelty as he watched his wounded assailants spiral to the forest floor.
“Now that gives a whole new meaning to the expression a murder of crows!” mocked the Sprite, waiting for another bird to come within striking distance. Instead, the flock dispersed, heading off in different directions to escape this vicious creature.
“That’s right! Fly away before I eat you!” hissed Loken’s feline form. His fur bristled, standing on end to make him appear larger, while his tail twitched nervously, flicking to and fro.
He watched, waiting for another chance to kill. Struggling to keep the necklace trapped under his paw as the branch began to bend, Loken roared in fright as it snapped under his weight. He gasped in surprise as the crystal fell from his grasp, and he followed.
Lacking the grace and agility of a true cat, boughs and branches slapped at his body. Before he was able to assume his normal form, the Sprite smacked his furry head, striking it hard against the tree trunk. It would be the last thing he’d remember as his mountain lion form tumbled to earth, bouncing, banging and crashing through the branches and foliage until the Pooka’s limp body landed atop the crows he had downed.