Hidden Magic by K.D. Faerydae Page B

and despite his very best efforts to stay awake, his eyes closed and he drifted away from all of the stress and into Bluebell Wood’s beautiful, warm, dappled sunlight as he entered a dreamy state of peaceful sleep.
    Chester gasped.
    He had woken with a start.
    The chair that he was perched on had suddenly jolted back, sliding across the wooden floor, as Zavier bolted upright and stood looking outside, both hands pressed firmly against the cold glass window pane.
    â€œGet ready!” he yelled at the top of his lungs.
    Chester flew over to the window and looked out. He saw movement in the forest. The highest branches bounced and snow was falling from them like mini avalanches and then the unmistakable glowing eyes of the Nomeds could be seen shining from within the treetops. The gentle babbling of the brook’s water increased in ferocity and it began bubbling furiously, as if it were boiling. One by one, the Water Warriors rose from within the turbulent water. Zavier used his powers and placed a protective field around the cabin and the Water Warriors formed the first line of defence around the outer perimeter of this barrier. Within the cabin, the Ice Elves and snowflake butterflies merged together to form a Human-sized image of their Isumataq, Shannon, allowing them to remain as a unit and communicate with the Halfses. The Fire Fairies that were in the fireplace used all of their energy to create an intensely roaring fire which would hopefully prevent any Nomed from entering via the chimney stack, should Zavier’s barrier fail or weaken. The deer parents were huddled together, encasing their young fawn Yukiko in an attempt to hide and protect her. Angelo coiled and stretched his body as fast as he could across the wooden floor, until he reached the bottom of the stairs where Hazel was now standing. He looked up at her with his huge, sorrowful dark eyes.
    â€œIt’s okay, Angelo, we won’t let them harm you,” she said, then she turned to Ezekiel who had now joined her on the stairs, “Zek, please can you find somewhere safe to hide Angelo?” she pleaded.
    â€œOkay then, little fella, where shall we put you?” Ezekiel puzzled, as he spun around slowly with the seal pup in his arms, looking for somewhere suitable. Then he opened up a cupboard door and shoved the seal pup under the kitchen sink.
    The first Nomed to let his presence be known was Nicor. He boldly drifted down to the ground from the treetops and then sprang forwards, heading at speed towards the Water Warriors that had now formed a huge wall of water around Zavier’s barrier. Nicor stopped suddenly, just twenty feet away from the Warriors and then he began to levitate. His electric blue eyes shone like lasers across the snow-covered ground. He held out his arms and pursed his lips, cricked his neck from side to side and began to blow. The air hissed and howled through his rotten teeth with might and very quickly built up into a hurricane-force wind that ripped through the trees and whipped up the snow to make a powerful blizzard. This force was so strong that the Water Warriors were unable to maintain their solid wall of water. The wind and snow howled through it until eventually, the wall of water weakened and fractured. Dorien was pulled away from the safety of the other Water Warriors. Dorien’s body of water was usually smooth and calm, defined and toned. But in times of conflict, times such as this, his body would change, exposing a raging and angry force. This anger was normally hidden behind his calm exterior, but now it emerged. Dorien spectacularly transformed into an immensely powerful jet of water, then, with the force and speed of one hundred firemen’s hoses, he jetted towards Nicor. He smashed into the Nomed’s body, forcefully pushing him back a good hundred feet, until he slammed with great force into a tree. Nicor’s body was now soaked with Dorien’s sea salt water and as the salt