1 Daymare!

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CHAPTER One Daymare! As cold as ice. That's how Eric Hinkle felt as he jumped from his bed. "Brrr!" he said to himself, shivering. He pulled on his thick socks. He got into his warmest winter pants. He shivered again. Eric was having bad thoughts of an evil sorcerer. And that's what was giving him the creeps—but not why he was so cold. Ever since Eric and his best friends, Julie and Neal, had discovered the entrance to the amazing, secret world of Droon, they had been afraid of Lord Sparr.

"Who wouldn't be afraid?" Eric said aloud. With those creepy purple fins growing up behind his ears. And the long black cloak. And his ugly red-faced warriors called Ninns. Sparr was the reason Eric felt so cold. The evil sorcerer wanted only one thing. To take over all of Droon. "But now, things in Droon are different," Eric said as he dug in his closet for his winter coat. On their last adventure in Droon, Sparr had had a chance to hurt Eric. But he hadn't done it. He had let him live. He'd said Eric would help him. "I'll never help you!" Eric said with a shudder. "Why won't you help me?" "Because you're evil!" Eric snapped back. "Eric!" He blinked. His father was standing in the doorway to his room. He was frowning. "Dad!" Eric said. "I'm sorry. You're not evil. I guess I was daydreaming or something." His father sighed. "Well, you can help me later. Neal and Julie are waiting for you outside." "Thanks!" Eric threw on his coat and ran downstairs to the back door. Still shivering, he grabbed his cap, pulled it

low over his eyes, and wrapped his scarf tight around his neck. He flung open the door. "Whoa!" he gasped. Warm air and bright sunshine poured in. Julie and Neal were dressed in T-shirts and shorts. They had a softball, mitts, and a bat. "It's not hockey season!" Neal said, chuckling. Julie made a face. "Are you okay, Eric?" He stared at his friends. Then he tore off his coat and scarf. "This is sooooo weird! I was cold. I was freezing! I must have daydreamed that it was winter! Sorry." Julie tossed the ball up. "So, who's pitching?" "Me first!" Neal grabbed the ball from Julie. "No, me!" said Eric. "Sorry, pal. I called it," said Neal. "Besides, I've got this new throw to show you! I just twist my fingers and shoot the ball. It's fast!" Eric took the bat, but in his mind he kept seeing Lord Sparr.

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"Why don't we use ice today?" Sparr was saying. Ice. That was the other thing Sparr had said the last time they were in Droon. Sparr was going to do something bad with ice. "We'll defeat Princess Keeah," the Sparr in Eric's mind continued. "And the old wizard, Galen. You will help me…." "No way!" Eric cried, dropping the bat. "I'll never do it! Never!" "Are you going to play or not?" Neal said. Eric turned to his friends. "Sorry, guys. But something weird is going on. I keep seeing Sparr in my mind. He's telling me how I'm going to help him. It's like a nightmare, only it's daytime." "A daymare!" Julie said. Then she gasped. "Wait a second. Do you think the daydreams mean we need to go to Droon?" Their friend Princess Keeah had told them that when they dreamed about Droon, it meant the magic was working. It meant they needed to return. Eric nodded slowly. "This might be some kind of message or something." He started for the back steps. "We need to return. Now." "What? No!" Neal jumped up and down. "I need to show you my new twisty throw—hey!"