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I looked around desperately. There was a blanket of English ivy on the ground. I closed my eyes and called on it. Maybe my own special magic would still work for me.
I opened my eyes again to see the vines crawling over his feet.
But he laughed and made a striking motion in the air.
Instantly the vines retreated from his feet and began to crawl up mine, twisting around my ankles.
“You don’t even know how to use that book, do you, sweetheart?” he asked with an ugly smirk. “Might as well give a machine gun to a bunny rabbit.”
The vines had reached my arms, pushing them upward so that they were holding the book out to him.
He strode closer, the foul dog by his side, the air thick with their combined stink.
I wanted to scream as he plucked the book effortlessly from my grasp and began to page through it right there, just inches from my helpless hands.
My whole world was in shades of gray, I felt like a two-dimensional photograph in a newspaper.
The warlock found what he was looking for and began to murmur out the words of a spell at me.
Something crashed through the trees behind me, I couldn’t turn to see what it was, but I assumed it was something awful.
The dark man glanced up from the book, distracted from whatever he had hoped to do to me.
The stump beside him exploded and the hellhound yelped.
Nina appeared out of thin air on his other side.
“Nina?” I gasped.
Quick as a thought, he took one hand off the book and used it to punch her in the side of the head, hard.
I screamed as my friend fell to the ground like a bag of rocks.
Something was pulling at the vines around my feet and I strained for a better view, eyes landing on Cori, tugging fruitlessly at the thick foliage.
My friends had come to save me. I couldn’t let anything happen to them. Even if it killed me.
I drew on my magic until the world went pale and I felt my soul almost tug out of my body.
The vines let go of me with a strange popping sound, and I lunged and grabbed the book from the man’s hands as my vision blurred.
There was a tearing sound as he held onto a single page, but the book itself was safe in my hands again. I could almost feel its protest at losing that small part of itself.
“That’s enough,” the warlock screamed to the hellhound. “Kill them.”
I tumbled to the ground, too exhausted to even stand, curling my body protectively around the book as the shadows closed in from all sides.
The hellhound growled, a sickly, rasping sound that made the blood freeze in my veins.
It was all over.
The last thing I saw before the whole world went dark was the shape of something huge and furry leaping at us through the trees.
