Taylor's Unknown Magic, Chapter Six: Caught

We ran through the forest until we  caught. 

We ran through the forest, going to wherever I pointed to go. You see, there was a voice in my head, telling me where to go each time. I went wherever the voice went, because my gut instinct was to trust it. I was wrong.

Now we are surrounded by 4 Learks. 

The biggest of the Leark surrounding us says, " Well, I'm glad you listened to me, Taylor."

"Wha-what do you mean?", I ask, confused.

"I was the one telling you where to go, of course."

"But I trusted your voice... Whenever I trust my instincts, I am usually right to trust them."

"Ah, that's what I can do, dear."

He goes on to talk about what he's going to do to us when we get to the Capital, when I start whispering to Ian. "Ian?"


"Do you know a spell I could use to get us out of here?"

"I think so.. Let me think."

"Okay, but hurry, he's almost done talking."

I tune back into what he's trying to say to us. "...... and when we are done branding your tattoos on your back, we will finish with poisoning you with our special "Sweet Death"."

Oh great. I bet "Sweet Death" is some special concoction of everything poisonous imaginable.

"Taylor?", Ian whispers.


"I know the spell."

"Well, what is it?!"

"Repeat after me. You have to scream it, otherwise it won't work. Gelot Awalash."

"Gelot-", is all I get to say before the big guy interrupts me, telling the other Leark to cover my mouth. I bite one of the Leark's hands and quickly scream, "Gelot Awalash!"  

The End

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