Toby searched right through the garbage,
and then asked Huon if he had it. “I don’t believe it,
Huon, the Spell Book has just vanished,” he said in despair,
after Huon assured him that he hadn’t seen it. If there was
one thing that Toby valued above all else it was the Spell Book
the Doofuzz Dudes had found in the treasure chest with the Royal
Crown of Moondar.
Toby peered anxiously up into the
night sky. Hovering directly above them was Gorian, the Dorik. The
leathery beast’s claws were fitted with razor sharp metal
talons, and a pointed silver device was fitted over its cruel beak
just like a bayonet. A sneering Prince Florian appeared supremely
confident as he sat in the studded black leather saddle. He looked
as if evil dripped out of every pore. As usual, he was wearing his
black metal mesh cloak and his jet black hair shimmered with oil.
Toby felt his legs turning to jelly.
He stared in horror as William turned the torch light upwards. Charging
at them at break-neck speed was a hideous beast. It was a huge hairy
creature with no eyes and one giant tooth jutting out of his mouth.
Toby and Huon clambered up a tree
fern. The Armoured Jeet raced directly up to their tree and glared
at them with blazing eyes. It lowered its huge head and rubbed its
horn against the base of the tree.
From their vantage point, they could see the horn had serrations
on each side.
“Oh no! The horn’s a knife! It’s cutting the fern
down!” Huon yelled. “Hold on for your life.”