Chapter 8

                          Chapter 8
            Magic of the Old Language
"Ummm, Sylia?" Darkstripe asked suddenly. "Yes?" Sylia grunted. "I, I, I know magic." Darkstripe stammered. Sylia's face went blank with curiosity. "Could you teach me? I would love to learn!" Sylia answered eagerly. "I actually learned it from Key and Roxy." Darkstripe blurted out. Sylia had no idea who Roxy was or Key but she listened intently.
"The word du si derumoni means raise trunk of tree. Now concentrate and say it, lets see what it does." Darkstripe told her, grinning. Sylia concentrated so hard that her head hurt. "Du si derumoni!" Sylia panted. The tree wobbled as it slowly came off the ground. "Now you can direct it somewhere and once you know where to throw it you say singr you will let go." Darkstripe directed gently. Sylia carefully put it back where it was before. "Wow! You're amazing, Darkstripe!
Darkstripe smiled. "Dark, Dark, Dark, you're still an apprentice sorcerer! You can't teach somebody until you're a master!" Roxy scolded with admiration, for she was proud that her apprentice was such a good teacher. "Sorry Roxy." Darkstripe murmured sadly. "Its fine. Now watch this!" Roxy told them. She started to concentrate. "Furerida byrd!" Roxy pronounced. A ball of fire formed between her wings, she threw it at the ground. "Wow! If only the cubs knew how to do this!" Sylia commented.


Author's note:
I was inspired to put magic pretend words in here like they did in the book Eragon. Finally Roxy is in the story again, right? No one would've guessed that Roxy knew the magical words, right? Surely surprising! Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!