CHAPTER TEN
Invasion of the Ugly Ogres
We hadn’t gone twenty feet before a set of powerful gray hands shot out and clamped around my ankle. I struggled and kicked with feet, and then I was staring, horrified, into the enormous face of a ogre the color of death marched.
I drew my sword.
“Ah, the little brat, wants to play at being a bad boy?” the monster said in scorn. “Well, we’re tired of playing, kid. Now it’s time for you to die.”
There was a low, wicked howl. Before I knew it, we were surrounded. A mob of ogres had marched out from behind the trees and circled us. I raised my sword and lunged at the gigantic beasts.
“Get ‘em, Aiden,” Cotton cried. “Send them home with new hairdos.”
The monsters screamed and stepped aside. I landed in a …show more content…
They stopped smiling and were instantly knocked to the ground. One of the ogre’s sat up, squinted his glowing eyes, and snorted out a puff of dust. Then, with a furious roar, he balled up his claw-like fingers and shook his fist.
“Run!” I shouted.
Cotton sprinted past me at full speed, like one of Willy Wonka’s Oompa Loompas at a track meet. The howls resounded again from somewhere behind us. Emma darted up alongside me and in a voice choked with terror, asked, “Where did those hideous things come from?”
“I’m not sure. But I’m not going to stick around to find out,” I said, rounding a withered shrub. In the distance, I saw a fortress. It was secretive and silent, the gray stone shining in the sunlight, the windows reflecting the palm trees and the terrace. “Come on, we can hide inside the castle.” I scrambled past a pond, over a wooden drawbridge, and under the portcullis. Cotton and Emma followed me until his clogs squeaked to a halt at the door.
“I think we lost them,” Cotton said, leaning against a wall, gasping. “We can hide here.”
“Sorry, guys, but I’m going inside.” Emma opened the massive steel doors and stepped
Invasion of the Ugly Ogres
We hadn’t gone twenty feet before a set of powerful gray hands shot out and clamped around my ankle. I struggled and kicked with feet, and then I was staring, horrified, into the enormous face of a ogre the color of death marched.
I drew my sword.
“Ah, the little brat, wants to play at being a bad boy?” the monster said in scorn. “Well, we’re tired of playing, kid. Now it’s time for you to die.”
There was a low, wicked howl. Before I knew it, we were surrounded. A mob of ogres had marched out from behind the trees and circled us. I raised my sword and lunged at the gigantic beasts.
“Get ‘em, Aiden,” Cotton cried. “Send them home with new hairdos.”
The monsters screamed and stepped aside. I landed in a …show more content…
They stopped smiling and were instantly knocked to the ground. One of the ogre’s sat up, squinted his glowing eyes, and snorted out a puff of dust. Then, with a furious roar, he balled up his claw-like fingers and shook his fist.
“Run!” I shouted.
Cotton sprinted past me at full speed, like one of Willy Wonka’s Oompa Loompas at a track meet. The howls resounded again from somewhere behind us. Emma darted up alongside me and in a voice choked with terror, asked, “Where did those hideous things come from?”
“I’m not sure. But I’m not going to stick around to find out,” I said, rounding a withered shrub. In the distance, I saw a fortress. It was secretive and silent, the gray stone shining in the sunlight, the windows reflecting the palm trees and the terrace. “Come on, we can hide inside the castle.” I scrambled past a pond, over a wooden drawbridge, and under the portcullis. Cotton and Emma followed me until his clogs squeaked to a halt at the door.
“I think we lost them,” Cotton said, leaning against a wall, gasping. “We can hide here.”
“Sorry, guys, but I’m going inside.” Emma opened the massive steel doors and stepped