Linda Chapman - The Fog Boggarts

“We’re back, oh Great King Ug,” panted Potato Nose, bobbing up and down.

“We’re here!” exclaimed Flaky Face.

“We’ve returned!” said Big Feet.

Ug rolled his eyes. “I’m not blind. I can see that! So? Did you find the Fog Boggarts’s caves? Will they help us?”

The goblins in front of him exchanged nervous looks.

“We did find the caves…” Flaky Face began cautiously.

“And we did speak to the Fog Boggarts,” put in Potato Nose.

“But they… um… they…” Big Feet looked anxious.

Ug frowned. “They what?”

The words came out of Big Feet in a rush.

“They said they wouldn’t speak to servants and that they wanted to talk to you themselves! They’re coming here right now.”

Ug’s white face went even paler. “What? The most dangerous shadow creatures in the woods – creatures who can open their mouths so wide they can swallow a person in one gulp – are coming here? To talk to me? Right now?”

Big Feet nodded.

“Ah – right,” said King Ug finally. He chewed his finger nervously, his black, beady eyes darting to the trees around them. “Well, that’s fine. Yes, indeed, looking forward to seeing them. Though maybe I’ll just – take a little stroll first…” He edged towards the trees, but it was too late. Thick grey fog was already creeping in on all sides, blocking his way.

“Erp,” squeaked Ug. The other goblins gulped as the fog surrounded them. Before their eyes, a shiver ran through the white mist. Suddenly ten tall, thin creatures were standing there. Their skin was grey and their eyes were like large, dark holes in their long faces. Their mouths stretched almost from one ear to the other. Ug stood up straight and managed a sickly smile of greeting.

One of the creatures stepped forwards, wearing a raggedy dress. Her voice was a sinister whisper. “King Ug, I am Spindle Fingers, Queen of the Fog Boggarts.”

Ug inclined his head. “Greetings, Your Most Majestical Majesty.”

Spindle Fingers bowed back, and then her eyes narrowed. “Your servants came to find us, King Ug. They told us you wanted our help with the little matter of finding a shadow gem. Is this true?”

Ug attempted a confident chuckle. It sounded more like a nervous cough. “Oh, that. Well, only if it’s quite convenient. I mean…” He shuddered, catching sight of the queen’s gaping mouth. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

Her dark gaze bored into him. “May I see the key ?”

Trying to hide his shaking fingers, Ug took the key from around his neck and held it out. A whisper ran round the circle of Fog Boggarts.

“The key that can unlock the gateway,” Spindle Fingers breathed.

Ug pointed to a hole in the handle. “But – but only if a shadow gem is fitted in here. Without a shadow gem it won’t work. And there are only three gems still hidden.”

Queen Spindle Fingers’s eyes gleamed. “Ah, but the key glows when it is near a gem! We shall search all of the human world until we find where one is hidden.” Moving forwards, she whipped the key out of Ug’s hands. “We Fog Boggarts have many tricks up our sleeves we can use. If one way doesn’t work, there are others.”

With a ripple, she changed to a human form, taking on the shape of a pretty woman with shoulder-length blonde hair.

She simpered at the group. “Between this and our other powers, those pitiful humans won’t know what’s hit them! We shall find a gem, open the gateway and all shadow creatures will bow before the Fog Boggarts.”

A hissing laugh ran round the group. Spindle Fingers smiled evilly, stroking the key, and then dissolved into the mist. One by one, the other Fog Boggarts followed after her, until none were left.

There was silence.

“You idiots!” burst out King Ug, wheeling on the three Ink Cap Goblins. “You are my guards. You’re supposed to guard me! Now the Fog Boggarts have the key!”

“Maybe they’ll bring it back with a gem,” said Flaky Face hopefully.

Ug glared at him. “They most certainly will, because you will make sure of it.”

Flaky Face’s mouth fell open. “Me?” he squeaked.

“Yes, you! Follow them – don’t let that key out of your sight! When they find the gem, make sure they bring it here. And if they don’t, steal it!”

“Steal it?” quavered Flaky Face. “From the Fog Boggarts?”

The other two goblin servants sniggered.

Ug turned on them. “I don’t know what you’re laughing at. You’re both going too!” He cuffed them around the ears. “Now follow that key and don’t come back without it!”

Picking up some pine cones, he started throwing them at the trio. They ran from the clearing, howling as the hard missiles bounced off their soft white heads.

Marching back to his throne, Ug threw himself down. For a moment, he sat scowling, but then his face began to crease into a smile. If anyone could find a shadow gem, it surely had to be the Fog Boggarts. As Ug thought about the Fog Boggarts sneaking their way into the town of Upper Gately, his smile grew even wider. That pesky girl Guardian wouldn’t stand a chance against the Fog Boggarts. No, not a single chance…

Chapter 2 Going Exploring! Contents Cover Title Page Linda Chapman & Lee Weatherly Sophie AND THE Shadow Woods The Fog Boggarts Illustrated by Katie Wood Dedication The Shadow Woods Chapter 1 - King Ug Chapter 2 - Going Exploring! Chapter 3 - Escape! Chapter 4 - Searching for the Gem Chapter 5 - Miss Waters Chapter 6 - What is Going On? Chapter 7 - Fog Boggart Attack! Chapter 8 - Run For Your Lives! Chapter 9 - In the Woods… The Shadow Files What’s next in store for Sophie? Copyright About the Publisher Конец ознакомительного фрагмента. Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес». Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес. Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.

Sophie and Sam stood in front of the kitchen window. A grey parrot was sitting on the curtain rail, watching them. “Hello, Nigel,” Sam said.

The grey parrot cocked his head to one side. “Hello, Nigel.”

“No, you should say hello to me – say ‘Hello, Sam’,” Sam told him. His spiky red hair stood almost straight up from his head. Nigel seemed to be eyeing it.

“Strawberry jam!” he squawked, flapping his wings.

Sophie and Sam giggled. Nigel the parrot was staying at Sophie’s house while his owner was on holiday. Sophie loved him – not only was he funny when he said things wrong, but he had also proved to be very useful the last time she and Sam had been fighting the shadow creatures.