Chapter Thirteen

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Chapter Thirteen
The Water Portal

It was a little after sunrise when Professor Lupus led the small company through the mist and the trees of Silverwood Forest. The name was not misleading. It did not have the usual green and brown shades of a forest; everything was silver, and this gave the trees the appearances of gleaming metal towers. Jack gazed around in wonder at the endless clumps of frozen-looking giants as they picked their way through them. In minutes, the professor had led the group through the forest, descended a narrow and winding set of crumbling stone steps, and was now heading in the direction of a dark, deep, and dangerous looking old well. When the boy and his companions surrounded the top of its shaft, Professor Lupus peered inside and pointed out a large network of pipelines at the bottom that could barely be seen through the murky ripples of water.
Jack looked doubtful. “Are you sure about this, Professor? Are you sure this will take us to Ondaria?”
“Why, of course I’m sure! It’s a water portal, Jack!” he replied firmly. Lubo buzzed by his side and whistled his own assurance. “Trust me; it’ll take you to Ondaria. But first thing’s first, Jack. You must first concentrate on navigating your merry way across the Avecco. So remember everything I’ve told you. Stay as close as you can to the ocean floor – and hopefully – with a bit of luck – you won’t be spotted by any of the ocean’s monsters.”
“But what if we are?” Willow said worriedly.
“Then I’m afraid you’ll be eaten, my dear!” the professor replied sharply with a grin. “So best stay clear, I think. Or you’ll be scoffled down quicker than a wonacazzi ice-cream surprise!”
The professor sucked in his cheeks and made a slurping noise, his tongue swinging lef...

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... into the concrete abyss in pursuit of his companions. The professor stared after him for a time, the small furzzapian whistling and cheeping by his shoulder.
“Yes, yes, so will I, Lubo,” the professor said in response to his friend’s continuous twittering. “I’ll miss them, too. But we’ve done all we can. It’s up to them now.” He moved away from the well and began making his way towards the crumbling stone steps that would take him back up to his lodge. “I know, Lubo, I’m quite aware of that,” he continued on. “I know they’re our last hope. But I’m afraid they’ll need a bit more than luck down there.” He stopped and broke into a harsh howl of laughter at the furzzapian’s whistling response. “Yes, yes, you’re right, Lubo,” he said, managing just for a moment to bring himself back under control. “It isn’t luck they’ll need down there – it’s a miracle!”

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