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The Wishing Map
Chapter Thirteen: Domestic Blitz (Continued)
Previously: In an effort to send the mysterious Objects back to Ismara, Gina and Zack had rolled the heavy toy chest toward her room. But the chest disintegrated in the hallway.
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“Zack!” Gina jumped off the chest and prepared to dash down the stairs.
Zack jerked the lock open and slid it out of the wildly rattling hasp. Amazingly, the chest grew silent. He squinted at his sister: her face was a maze of doubt and fear. He shrugged and then slowly lifted the hasp, half expecting the chest to burst open like a torched fireworks stand, but nothing happened. Gina came and stood beside him.
“If we die, I’m going to be so ticked.”
Applying band-aid logic, Zack threw the lid open. Nothing happened. The Objects just sat there.
“Hello? Not alive to begin with.”
“But they’re so…” Zack’s voice trailed off. He reached out and picked up the springy-hingey thing, the Object he’d always liked the most, but that Gina thought looked suspiciously like a torture device. The contraption rested heavily in his hand. “I think they know we’ve been there.”
“Yeah, and now they’re—“
“Yeah, for us to—“
“Wish them back?”
“Yeah, so…” He cradled the springy-hingey thing in the crook of one arm, then pulled out the spouty football thing with his other hand; the two combined weighed at least forty pounds. He shot his sister a here goes glance and began carrying them toward her bedroom. She raced ahead of him, pushing the door open, and then stood back as he entered and walked toward the Map. He got down onto his knees and placed the Objects near Zshinia on the torn right edge of the Map.
Nothing. Brother and sister scrinched their noses in sync and then silently headed back to the chest. Gina got there first. She pulled out the lavender hour glass and the purple-gold letter opener, then carried them to the Map and set them next to the others.
Within a few minutes they had placed all twelve Objects on the Map. They stood and stared. Both were thinking the same thing: they didn’t want to say good-bye. It was true that the Objects had been erratic and unpredictable, especially since the arrival of the Map, but it was also true that they had had them for years, some as long as they could remember, and had spent hundreds of hours playing with them. Although they called them toys, they’d always known the objets mystére were something more, and it had made the Dores feel special just to possess them. Next to books, they were the closest thing Gina had ever had to pets, and Zack had never tired of trying to unlock their mysteries.
But now the Objects were about to return to the world they came from, and do all the marvelous things they were made for: fulfill ancient prophecies, confirm the rightful ruler of Ismara, and who knew what else. But Gina and Zack would never see any of this because in the end they were nothing more than nannies, and now they were supposed to just wish the Objects away. It was a wish neither of them wanted to make.
After several minutes of silence, Gina said, “OK, let’s get it over with.”
“Um, so…” She placed her hands on the pile of Objects. “…I wish…”
“We wish…” Zack corrected, placing his hands next to hers.
“That the Objects could go to…” “Could go back to,” Gina corrected. “Right. Could go back to…”
“Zshinia.” They said it together.
“To Ismara?” Zack modified.
The Map began to shimmer just like it had when Zack and Gina had first fallen into it, but the Objects stayed put. Zack pointed at the word Zshinia and said, “Look.”
It was true. There were hundreds of place names on the Map, identifying mountains, deserts, jungles, cities, even tiny hamlets, but only six were marked by the same blue triangle-in-a-circle as the Sheyaran temple and the pixies’ Sacred Circle, and only these were glowing. Zshinia, the capitol of the Ismaran world, was at the edge of the tear that ran down the right side of the Map. And its ring, assuming it had one…
…was on the missing section of the Map.
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Thoughts: Have you ever faced a task–one that would affect your entire future–that seemed impossible to complete?
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