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Nothing happened.
Dewey arched an eyebrow at her.
“Home, home, home,” Paige tried.
“Why don’t you click your heels together, Dorothy?” Dewey snarked.
Paige wrinkled her nose at him and frowned. “Very funny. Well, it looks like we’re stuck here until we find the Witchlock tree. Though if we find it and the book doesn’t spit us out, I don’t know what we’ll do then.”
“I guess we’ll see.”
“All right,” Paige said with a sigh, glancing around at the blobs of trees surrounding them. “Is one of these a Witchlock?”
“No,” Dewey answered. “These are all plain trees. Witchlock trees have blue trunks with purple foliage.”
“Of course they do,” Paige grumbled as she searched the grove for such a tree but did not find it.
“Come on. I guess we’ll continue along the path here and see if we can find one.”
Paige’s features settled into an unimpressed expression as she crossed her arms and meandered forward next to her sketched companion. “Why wouldn’t the book put us at the Witchlock tree like we asked?”
Dewey shrugged. “Who knows? But we should–“
“Halt!” a deep voice called from behind them.
Paige froze, her muscles going stiff and her shoulders rising toward her ears. Slowly, she spun to face the speaker. Dewey twirled in a circle, too, searching the area behind him.
A knight stood in shiny, silver armor, his sword raised and pointed toward them. “Who are you?”
“Who are you?” Paige demanded.
“My name is Prince Henry. This is my father’s kingdom. You are not of it. Now, who are you?”
“Listen, buddy,” Paige started, “we’re just passing through in search of a Witchlock tree. We’ll be out of your kingdom as soon as we can, okay?”
The prince kept his sword trained on them and slid up the visor on his helmet. A handsome face peered from within, though oddly colored green lips marred it.
Paige wrinkled her nose at the strange feature. Did someone color him incorrectly when they drew him?
“I think not,” he spat at them.
“Really, we don’t mean you any harm. We got stuck here while searching for the Witchlock tree. And we’ll be on our way as soon as–“
“I said no,” Prince Henry shouted. He turned his attention to Dewey. “I will not tolerate a dragon, even a tiny one such as this, in my father’s kingdom. I shall slay you, you foul beast, and take your head back to my father. Then they shall throw a ball in my honor.”
“Crap,” Dewey muttered, flitting behind Paige and landing on her shoulder.
“I don’t think so, mister,” Paige said, patting Dewey’s paw. “This is my dragon, and no one is going to slay him.”
“Stand aside, fair maiden, and I shall slay the vicious beast!”
“Hey!” Dewey growled.
“He’s not vicious!” Paige added. “And he’s not a dragon. He’s a lizard…a winged lizard.”
“You cannot fool me, woman! Winged lizards are, by their very definition, dragons. Now, stand aside so that I might slay him.”
“No one is slaying anyone,” Paige said.
