8 Night Flight

CHAPTER 8

Night Flight Clara wiped her brow. The stall had become hot in the late-morning sun. Finally the door creaked open. Lucas had returned. "What did you find out?" Clara asked. Lucas patted the pegasus. "Not much," he said. "The wizards said time is the only thing that would heal a strained pegasus wing." Clara groaned. "That's the one thing we don't have. That hunter is getting closer!" Lucas looked at the poor pegasus thoughtfully. "Well, we'll just have to help the pegasus learn to fly with an injured wing." They waited until after dark, and then they snuck the pegasus out to an open field. The children massaged

the pegasus's wing under the light of the blue moon. Then, on the count of three, the pegasus ran as fast as he could and took off in flight. The great stallion rose gracefully into the starry night. Then he whinnied in pain and glided back down to the earth. They tried again, but it was no use. The pegasus needed to heal before he could fly all the way home. Ruskin nuzzled the pegasus and stayed close to his side.

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The children plopped down in the tall grass and listened to the crickets. "Now what?" said Lucas. But before Clara could respond, they heard something rustle in the woods nearby. Ruskin's ears perked up. The children stared into the darkness. A shadow emerged from the forest. It was the hunter! Lucas and Clara scrambled to their feet and blocked the pegasus from the woman who gripped her lasso. "Stay back!" Lucas ordered in a commanding voice.

But the stranger continued to walk toward them, into the moonlight. Suddenly the children could see her face. To their surprise, the stranger's eyes seemed to glow with kindness. She looked lovingly at the pegasus as if it were a long lost friend. The pegasus nickered and walked past Lucas and Clara, right up to the stranger. "I thought I'd never see you again!" the woman said gently, stroking his muzzle.