The children rushed into the grassy circle and tossed the ancient book onto the stone table. Wide-eyed, Jenny glanced over her shoulder.
“Hurry Ethan, they’re coming!” she cried.
“I know!” gasped Ethan.
He cracked open the thick, leather bound book and flipped frantically through the pages.
Only yards away, trees crashed. The Trollz were almost upon them.
“Here!” yelled Ethan, staring at the rune covered page. “Say the incantation.”
“Anarathrack Don Dubrellus!” intoned Jenny.
A blue glow emanated from the pages and grew to a bright azure bubble, encapsulating the children. They vanished just as the Trollz reached the clearing.
Arriving back in Mr. Samuels garden, Jenny and Ethan collapsed.
That was the closest we’ve come to getting caught yet,” said Ethan, clutching the Book of Travels.
[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less. This was more of a vignette of a larger story that I’ve been considering writing. Let me know if it captured your attention enough for me to continue.]