Land Where Anything is Possible

They traveled to Kystra to put out the fire and rescue. Clardeen, Primcella's brother. They were too late. Clardeen and the other prisoners had already been loaded in Tralog's spaceship. Primcella gasped as the spaceship rose in the air and disappeared in the dust surrounding Kystra. Pentil put his hand on Primcella's shoulder. "Don't worry. I know where they'll take the prisoners. We can rescue them." Pentil closed his eyes and imagined the inside of Tralog's dungeon. He was the only one who ever escaped. Could he go back? He must. No one else knew the secret passageways or how to find the doorways that would take them in and then back out.

Auntie Clare looked at Primcella. "Am I supposed to be somewhere else?" Primcella nodded. "You are the Most High of the Land Where Anything is Possible. Everyone is waiting for you. Does that sound strange?" Primcella watched as Auntie Clare sat up straight and looked ever so much like a Most High. "It would have yesterday, but not today. Let's go home, before Miss Perfect learns we've found her magic." They walked out the back door with the magic tucked safely in a satchel. Primcella carried Chester and Mrs. Geranium to a door that appeared in the middle of the lot across the street. Primcella knocked and waited for the door to open. "Welcome home, Clare," Invenet greeted.