Читать книгу The Bat Sprites - Linda Chapman - Страница 5

“Hi-YA!” Sophie jumped in the air and kicked out, her blonde ponytail swinging. Left foot. Right foot. Her grandfather, dressed all in black as always, blocked the blows with a pillow as Sophie spun round. She kicked again, feet lashing – and got Grandpa square in the stomach.

“Ooof!” He staggered backwards, dropping the pillow.

Sophie stopped in alarm. “Grandpa! Are you OK?”

Her grandfather rested his hands on his knees, drawing in a deep breath. “I’m fine. You just caught me by surprise. Good – very good, child.”

Sophie pushed her fringe back. “I’m getting better at fighting, aren’t I?”

“Much better,” Grandpa agreed. “However, you must continue to hone your fighting skills…”

As he talked, Sophie caught sight of herself in his bedroom mirror and admired her new green t-shirt with a picture of an electric guitar on it. Her mum and dad had sent it to her and it had arrived that morning.

“You must focus, concentrate and…” Grandpa’s voice turned stern. “Sophie, are you listening to me?”

Sophie jumped guiltily. “Of course! I must practise, focus and concentrate. I must work night and day like you did when you were a young guardian. Oh, and I must always expect the unexpected,” she said, ticking the points off on her fingers. It was easy to guess what Grandpa had been saying; he always said the same things.

Grandpa gave a slight frown. “Yes, exactly. You mustn’t underestimate King Ug. He’s cunning and dangerous, and now he has the key, he’ll stop at nothing to open the gateway. There’s no telling what creatures he’ll send next!”

Sophie knew her grandpa was right. So far, King Ug had sent Swamp Boggles, Spider Gnomes, Fog Boggarts and Icicle Imps to help him find the gems he needed. Nervousness fluttered through her, but she pushed it away.

“Maybe it’ll be fairy rabbits next,” she suggested. “That’d be good.”

“Sophie!” Grandpa snapped. “Please take this more seriously or you could get hurt. Now, let’s get on with the practising.”

“Grandpa…” Sophie paused as a thought struck her. “If I did get hurt – I mean really hurt, like being-dead-hurt… who would be the Guardian next?”

“Well, as you know, the Guardianship usually passes down from grandparent to grandchild,” Grandpa replied. “But when there’s no grandchild, the Guardian’s closest blood relative becomes the next Guardian. There must always be a Guardian in our world, so if a Guardian dies, a new one will always be created. However,” he fixed her with a look, “you are not going to die.”

“Is that an order?” Sophie spoke lightly, though inside she felt her stomach clench.

“Yes,” Grandpa replied softly. “It is.” Their eyes met and Grandpa sighed. “Sophie, we both know I wasn’t over the moon when you became the first girl Guardian, but you’ve proved me wrong. No Guardian could be braver and I’m very proud of you.”

Surprise and pleasure warmed Sophie. She’d never have believed that she’d hear Grandpa say that, not in a million years!

“You’re also my granddaughter and I’m determined that nothing bad is going happen to you,” he went on. “Which is why,” he held up his pillow, “we’re going to practise some more!”

As Sophie and Grandpa practised, neither of them looked out the window. If they had, they might have noticed a figure that stood near the woods, staring towards the house.

It was holding a key that glowed…

Later that evening, deep in the heart of the Shadow Woods, King Ug, the leader of the Ink Cap Goblins, paced around his toadstool clearing. His white, crumbly skin was covered with black blotches that oozed poisonous goo.

He looked up with a scowl as a goblin with a nose like a potato came scrambling through the trees.

“Well?” King Ug demanded. “Did you find one?”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” cried Potato Nose, triumphantly pulling something from his pocket.

King Ug stared at the small black creature that Potato Nose was holding. “Potato Nose – that is a bat.”

“Yes, King Ug!” Potato Nose said eagerly.

“Did I or did I not ask for a Bat Sprite?”

“You did, King Ug!”

“So, Potato Nose, where is the sprite bit of that bat?”

“Um, it’s… um… well… OW!” Potato Nose yelled as King Ug thwacked him.

“Fungus brain!” King Ug thundered as the bat flew away.

“King Ug! We’ve got one, we’ve got a sprite!” yelled two more goblins as they galloped into the clearing. One had a very flaky face and one had very large feet. Big Feet brandished something at the king. It looked like a small frog except that it had fangs and fingers and toes instead of webbed feet.

“Ribbit!” it croaked as it glared at King Ug.

“Oh, give me strength!” King Ug groaned. “That’s not a Bat Sprite, it’s a Frog Sprite! You lot have brains the size of peas! Tell me, what do you have?”

“Brains the size of peas,” muttered the goblins, staring at the ground. The Frog Sprite hopped huffily away, pausing to kick Big Feet’s ankle before it left.

“Don’t you understand how important this is?” shouted King Ug. “There’s just one more gem left to find! One last chance of opening the gateway! I need shadow creatures who are vicious and strong. I need large, evil, foul-smelling sprites…”

A bat flew into the clearing. As it swooped down, a ripple ran through it, and it changed into a figure slightly smaller than King Ug. “Like a Bat Sprite, you mean?” it screeched as it landed.

“Erp!” King Ug squawked.

The Bat Sprite had a thin body covered with grey fur, with large bony hands, red eyes and wide black wings. “My family and I are the most vicious, evil and foul-smelling shadow creatures in this whole wood!” The Bat Sprite’s voice squealed like a wet finger sliding down glass.

“So, King Ug, I hear you want our help opening the gateway?”

Trying not to make a face at the smell, King Ug cleared his throat and puffed out his chest. “Yes… er… yes, I do. The key glows whenever it’s near a gem, and I’ve noticed it glowing near the Guardian’s house. I believe the final gem is in there. Find it and bring it to me – then I’ll open the gateway and we shadow creatures shall once more rule the world!”

The Bat Sprite nodded. “We shall do it!”

King Ug looked suddenly wary. “The Guardian is strong, you know. She’ll try to stop you.”

The Bat Sprite gave a shrieking laugh and showed its pointed fangs. “Then I promise you, she will be very sorry indeed!”