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There
were plenty of rocks large enough for him to hide behind, but they
were spread out across the open meadow.
As they drew closer to the mountain, Majik
slowed slightly. They were approaching the still body of Nog. Nog
had caused nothing but pain. His whole life he lived only to
torment those around him. Rom hated Nog deeply, but felt a twinge
of sadness as he looked down at the still body of the Troll King.
He had once been the controlling force in his life, now as they
passed him he became a fading memory.
Majik, Ambrosia and Rom reached the base of
the mountain and began to follow the trail that would lead them
home.
Daniel McDonald had reached Nog’s body.
Looking down at the stiffening figure, he poked him with his foot.
“What the heck are you?” he asked aloud. In death, the Troll King
had lost all of his intimidation. The smell of the dead creature
made Daniel McDonald sick to his stomach. As badly as he wanted to
investigate the creature further, he could not stand the smell and
could not chance losing sight of Ambrosia. He got up from his knees
and made his way to the next rock.
There were no rocks along the trail large
enough for him to hide behind so he followed them from a great
distance.
* * * *
“Here we are,” Ambrosia said. “From here it
is all up. Do you need something to drink before we start up?” she
asked Rom.
“Yes, please,” Rom said.
Ambrosia pulled another gourd of water from
the saddlebag. Rom drank a few sips then handed it back to her.
Ambrosia took a deep swallow. The large gourd was almost half-full.
She broke off the top of the gourd and brought the water to Majik.
He drank up the last of the water neighing his appreciation.
The three friends began the climb back up the
mountain as Daniel McDonald watched them from the safety of a large
boulder. They had to move slowly because of the injured thing on
the horse so he was not worried about keeping up with them.
It took them about twenty minutes to make the
climb and Rom had used up all most all of his energy hanging on to
Majik’s neck to keep from sliding off as they got to the steep part
of the journey.
They all sighed with relief as they crossed
back into the safety of the Mystical Forest.
“Let’s get to the shade of the forest up
ahead and Rom can rest in the coolness of the trees while you go
for Mirabella,” Ambrosia told Majik.
An aura of blue suddenly surrounded Majik as
his horn reappeared. They were home and safe...so they thought.
Daniel McDonald quickly climbed the
mountainside. As he reached the top, he looked across the
mountaintop. He saw no sign of Ambrosia so quickly he climbed up.
He ran to the closest tree and pressed his back to it. The climb
was a steep one and with one being injured, they would need to
rest. They could not be far ahead.
As Daniel McDonald made his way toward the
forest Majik took off in search of Mirabella. Ambrosia sat with Rom
in the shade of a big oak tree. She held his hand tightly in
hers.
“You saved my life Ambrosia.”
“Majik did all the work I just came along to
keep him company.” She smiled at him and he squeezed her hand.
Rom was having a hard time staying awake, but
ambrosia feared letting him sleep in case he had a concussion.
Every time he nodded off, she would gently take his face in her
hands and wake him back up.
“Mirabella will be here soon, Rom. I need you
to stay awake until she gets here.”
While Ambrosia kept Rom from falling asleep
Daniel McDonald located them and watched them from a safe
distance.
* * * *
As Majik entered the village, he found
Mirabella awaiting his arrival. She spun happily in the air as
Majik told her Rom was within the boundaries of the Mystical Forest
hurt, but very much alive.
Mirabella quickly gathered everything she
would need to heal him and followed Majik with a happy heart.
* * * *
“Rom,” Mirabella cried out at the sight of
him. She fluttered over to him landing gently on his shoulder. She
kissed his