8 Rumblings

CHAPTER 8

Rumblings Stars dotted the sky like starry gems. The sea had calmed, and Ruskin pulled the dory quickly across the water. There had been no sight or sound of the creature since they had left the ship. "We'll have to trust the tracking charm," Lucas said. Clara nodded. "And our wits," she added. Lucas and Clara took turns watching and sleeping. Ruskin took breaks for fish snacks and water every hour. Soon the sun began to rise. Clara spied something in the distance. "An island!" she cried, pointing. Lucas rubbed his eyes and sat up. Sure enough, there was a strip of land on the horizon.

"I never knew there was an island out here," said the prince. "It's definitely not on any map." Ruskin flew faster, seeing land up ahead. Soon the boat scuffed along a sandbar. Lucas and Clara hopped into the shallow water and undid Ruskin's harness. Then they pulled the boat onto the beach. The morning sun felt warm on their backs. Ruskin squawked and ran toward the edge of a jungle.

"Come on!" Lucas said, following Ruskin toward the trees. Ruskin sniffed out a path into the jungle. The path led them under a thick canopy of trees. Ruskin found a freshwater stream and splashed into it. He stood under a waterfall and lapped the falling water. Lucas and Clara drank too.

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Then they walked along the path lined with trees, vines, and flowering bushes. Insects clicked and buzzed in the branches. "This island reminds me of Primlox," said Lucas. "It's so beautiful and lush." Clara pushed a vine out of the way. "I wonder if it's fairy magic," she said. Ruskin stopped and looked up into the umbrella of leaves. He barked loudly. Lucas looked up and drew in a sharp breath. "There is fairy magic here!" he cried.