Twyla was squatting on the ground when she felt the rumble.
The mountain was shaking. The walking fish quickly scrambled back into their holes in the ground. Something was wrong. The usual tests were not this devastating, just a death or two.
She glanced up the slope. A wave of sound rushed toward her. The sound of a million breaking glass bottles. Uphill, a section of earth was sliding downhill.
Max.
Where was that silly boy?
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The search continued for hours.
The Keepers had sensed him right before the land slide. He was in the middle of it. Twyla bit her lip. It was a horrible way to die. He was such a nice boy, so....
Then she remembered. Max still had one of the Jello stones they used back at the waterfall. They create jelly shields on impact. A cocoon will form. There was still hope for Max.
She asked the keepers to search for the cocoon's substance.
They found it.
They found Max.
All covered in goo.
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FantasyThirteen-year-old Max had just moved to a new town. Things seemed normal at first, until he found himself caught in a conspiracy that could change his life forever. He was weightless, a wingless bird, a pebble. His life flashed before his eyes. His...
