The Battle With Shadows - Israel Medina (story books for 5 year olds txt) 📗

rapid succession. The atlas instantly gave routs, information, and even the phone numbers of pizza joints for each of the three locations. He smiled, “Ogres, Trolls, and Pizza oh my.” Sounded like an interesting name for a pizza restaurant, but hey, who was he to judge. He put the atlas into the bag then turned around. He walked out of his room then went down the lobby towards the living. Shawn was in the living room playing on the game console. If you’ve never played magic games before, then a word of advice, always have the computer on easy, because the enemy’s may be simulated, but the fire balls and other weapons that they use, are quite real. Robbie walked in just as Shawn got taken out by a particularly large troll with a battle axe. “Oof, beat your high score.” said Shawn. Robbie smiled, even in the worst times, Shawn always seemed to be able to have fun. “Come on” he said “let’s go “camping”.”
III First Problem

Shawn and Robbie walked down to the bus stop by an old alley. When they were sure no one was looking, they walked straight into the wall. They walked right through it like it was made of jelly. On the other side of the wall, there was a shiny white bus. Shawn let out a sigh, “thank goodness it wasn’t a shadow bus.” Robbie shuddered. The buses depended on what type of magician the driver was. This bus was life magic. A shadow bus is death magic. That would have been scary enough, without the fact of what they were about to do. They paid the driver, and then sat down alone in the back. “Ok,” said Shawn “we go, find a horn, make a trade, then go back home with your brother.” Robbie rolled his eyes; Shawn made it sound as simple as going to the store and picking up a pack of soda. “You do relies” he said “that we don’t even know where to find the horn.” “Wait,” said Shawn “that atlas, doesn’t it also tell you about land marks?” “Yeah sure,” Robbie replied “but a horn isn’t exactly the Washington memorial.” “Well, its famous enough, we might as well try It.” said Shawn. Robbie sighed, but he reluctantly pick up the atlas and said “Land mark, historical item, death horn. He wasn’t very convinced that it would work, that’s why he was beyond surprise when the book flipped its pages over to a section marked “Death Horn”. “Ha,” said Shawn “told you.” Robbie rolled his eyes again; he knew he would be hearing about this for weeks. “It even shows a map and everything.” “But,” Robbie countered “it says that it doesn’t know where the horn is, just where we can find some guy that can tell us where.” “Big deal.” Said Shawn. Robbie looked down at the atlas and turned pale. “It is.” He said. Shawn looked down, then practically fainted. “Really,” he said “why does it have to take us to the land of the dead?!?!” “So much for easy” thought Robbie. They sat silent for the rest of the bus ride, both of them thinking about what they had read. The book had said that to find the horn, they must go to Hippodyron the spirit of a great magician.

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Text: Israel Medina
Publication Date: 04-25-2012

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Dedication:
This is for my mom.