from
falling off...
William, inside his stone prison, needed
precious seconds to realise what had happened. Zelda had played a
lousy trick on them. He was aware that he was falling down inside
the concrete cell Zelda had conjured around him. Through the link
he sensed that Hilda was in trouble and in pain, which angered him
even more.
In a burst of emotion, he blasted the
concrete away from him. Parts of it would hit the ground many miles
away from him. After setting himself free, he had to give it all he
had to break his fall to the ground. After that he worked the broom
to its extremes to get to Hilda who was still holding on to the
broom for dear life.
It took William ages, or so it felt to him,
before his broom was next to Hilda's. He wrapped magic around the
both of them and then helped Hilda sit up. She cried out in pain as
he touched her shoulder. "Holy Bejeebus, Hilda, I'm sorry. What the
hell did she do to you..." He held her upright with one arm, while
using his wand to patch her up.
"I don't know, William, I really don't know."
Hilda moaned as she sat swaying on her broom. She was not used to
getting hurt. This had not only damaged her body, but also her
pride.
Blood seeped from her shoulder.
15. This stinks
"William, we can't stay up here too long,"
Hilda said, clenching her teeth together as he was still healing
her, first making the bleeding stop. "No telling what she's getting
up to down there, while we're here lingering."
"Quiet, witch," William snapped at her,
"you're no good for taking her on while you're in this state."
"Shush, you," she retorted, "I'm fine." She
lifted her arm and winced. "See?"
"Sure. Stubborn witch," William said. He
tightened his grip on her and worked as fast as he could.
Alarm whistles and sirens from below faintly
reached their ears.
"Crappedy crap, William, we have to go down
there."
"Are you sure you can manage that?
Hilda?"
She stared at him for a moment. "I'm so glad
you care about me." A quick smile swam over her face, then she
looked stern again. "I have to manage." Not wanting to waste more
words, she gritted her teeth as she gripped her broom and started
her flight down. William was right beside her.
The sound of the warning systems became
louder and louder as they approached terra firma. In several places
fires were burning, and from one spot a fountain of water tried to
touch the clouds. The magical couple hovered in the street where
the problems had begun.
"There." Hilda pointed at a hole in the
street that had not been there before. "She's gone down there."
Without thinking twice, they moved their
brooms to the large black opening and peered down into it. There
was nothing but blackness to greet them. Evening had begun to
unfold, making things even harder.
"There are even more of them!"
Hilda and William looked up to where the
sound came from. Three people had come out of their houses, holding
buckets in their hands. They were trying to put out one of the
fires and stared at the witch and wizard. One man bent down and
picked something up.
The stone that flew towards Hilda and William
did not make it to them, but the implication was far from
favourable.
"Not that too," Hilda groaned. She dropped
herself into the opening, lighting up her wand. William followed
quickly, after casting a spell that extinguished the fire.
"Any idea where we are?", Hilda asked.
"We're in the sewage system," William knew.
The smell around them was the best proof for it. "Do you know where
we should go?"
Hilda wiggled her nose. "Yes. Out of here.
But I think down there is our second best option." Her voice echoed
eerily through the tunnel.
Slowly they moved forward, ignoring the foul
stench and the few rats that were around. They remained as silent
as possible, in order to hear any sound that Zelda might make. They
were not disappointed.
"Grimhilda! I know you are here! Give it up.
I am stronger than you are!"
Hilda looked at William and frowned. She did
far too much
falling off...
William, inside his stone prison, needed
precious seconds to realise what had happened. Zelda had played a
lousy trick on them. He was aware that he was falling down inside
the concrete cell Zelda had conjured around him. Through the link
he sensed that Hilda was in trouble and in pain, which angered him
even more.
In a burst of emotion, he blasted the
concrete away from him. Parts of it would hit the ground many miles
away from him. After setting himself free, he had to give it all he
had to break his fall to the ground. After that he worked the broom
to its extremes to get to Hilda who was still holding on to the
broom for dear life.
It took William ages, or so it felt to him,
before his broom was next to Hilda's. He wrapped magic around the
both of them and then helped Hilda sit up. She cried out in pain as
he touched her shoulder. "Holy Bejeebus, Hilda, I'm sorry. What the
hell did she do to you..." He held her upright with one arm, while
using his wand to patch her up.
"I don't know, William, I really don't know."
Hilda moaned as she sat swaying on her broom. She was not used to
getting hurt. This had not only damaged her body, but also her
pride.
Blood seeped from her shoulder.
15. This stinks
"William, we can't stay up here too long,"
Hilda said, clenching her teeth together as he was still healing
her, first making the bleeding stop. "No telling what she's getting
up to down there, while we're here lingering."
"Quiet, witch," William snapped at her,
"you're no good for taking her on while you're in this state."
"Shush, you," she retorted, "I'm fine." She
lifted her arm and winced. "See?"
"Sure. Stubborn witch," William said. He
tightened his grip on her and worked as fast as he could.
Alarm whistles and sirens from below faintly
reached their ears.
"Crappedy crap, William, we have to go down
there."
"Are you sure you can manage that?
Hilda?"
She stared at him for a moment. "I'm so glad
you care about me." A quick smile swam over her face, then she
looked stern again. "I have to manage." Not wanting to waste more
words, she gritted her teeth as she gripped her broom and started
her flight down. William was right beside her.
The sound of the warning systems became
louder and louder as they approached terra firma. In several places
fires were burning, and from one spot a fountain of water tried to
touch the clouds. The magical couple hovered in the street where
the problems had begun.
"There." Hilda pointed at a hole in the
street that had not been there before. "She's gone down there."
Without thinking twice, they moved their
brooms to the large black opening and peered down into it. There
was nothing but blackness to greet them. Evening had begun to
unfold, making things even harder.
"There are even more of them!"
Hilda and William looked up to where the
sound came from. Three people had come out of their houses, holding
buckets in their hands. They were trying to put out one of the
fires and stared at the witch and wizard. One man bent down and
picked something up.
The stone that flew towards Hilda and William
did not make it to them, but the implication was far from
favourable.
"Not that too," Hilda groaned. She dropped
herself into the opening, lighting up her wand. William followed
quickly, after casting a spell that extinguished the fire.
"Any idea where we are?", Hilda asked.
"We're in the sewage system," William knew.
The smell around them was the best proof for it. "Do you know where
we should go?"
Hilda wiggled her nose. "Yes. Out of here.
But I think down there is our second best option." Her voice echoed
eerily through the tunnel.
Slowly they moved forward, ignoring the foul
stench and the few rats that were around. They remained as silent
as possible, in order to hear any sound that Zelda might make. They
were not disappointed.
"Grimhilda! I know you are here! Give it up.
I am stronger than you are!"
Hilda looked at William and frowned. She did
far too much
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