Scorched Skies (50 page)

“Hey!” Jason ran to the window and opened it.  He saw the creature blink in and out of visibility as it tumbled to the back yard, leaving a trail of green smoke fading in the air.

Jason hurried out of his parents' room, past Katie, who was crouching behind her door, poking out her head.

“Did you see the monster?” she whispered.

“Don't worry, I chased it away.” Jason started down the steps. “But it stole some jewelry from Mom.  I'll go get it back.”

Katie stepped out of her room and walked to the top stair.

“Can I come?” she asked.

“No, Katie!  Wait here.  I'll be right back.”

“But I want to come with!” Katie crossed her arms and pouted.

“No!  I'm serious, Katie.”

Jason ran through the living room and out onto their concrete slab of a patio.  He saw the little green man trampling through a flower bed at the edge of the yard.  The creature reached the neighbor's split-rail fence and puffed through it.

Jason raced to the fence and leaped over.  When his shoes hit the ground, the creature turned its green face to look back at him, snarled, and put on speed.  It puffed in and out of sight, jumping forward about a foot each time.

Jason hurried to keep up as the creature shot forward across his neighbor's lawns.  The little thing could move fast, but Jason had much longer legs than it did, and he gained on the creature.

He was determined to catch it, and not just to recover his mother's stolen earrings.  If this little monster was the one who'd been stealing jewelry all over town, then it might have Erin's necklace, too.  Jason could already imagine how happy Erin would be when Jason returned it to her.

He chased the creature into Mrs. Gottfried's yard, which was full of toy windmills and fake plastic birds.  Jason caught up with it and reached one hand down to grab the creature by the scruff of its neck.  Then the creature disappeared in another green puff, and Jason realized too late that the little monster had led him directly toward a low stone bench.  Jason was running too fast to stop.

His shins cracked into the bench, and Jason spilled forward, falling among a family of plastic ducks. 

Ahead of him, the little creature turned and laughed, revealing its crooked yellow teeth again.  Its laughter sounded like a hyena.

By the time Jason scrambled to his feet, the green creature was across Mrs. Gottfried's lawn and puffing its way across the main road outside Jason's neighborhood. 

Jason chased him through three more neighborhoods, activating motion-detector lights here and there when he came too close to a house.  The little green guy seemed to have no effect on the motion detectors
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they only clicked to life when Jason passed.

Then Jason chased him down an overgrown trail through the woods.  The green creature reached a brick wall ahead, stuck its tongue out at Jason while waving the stolen earrings, then vanished in a puff of smoke.

Jason reached the wall and slapped his hands uselessly against it.  The wall was ten feet high, covered in moss and mold.  Jason realized it was the wall around Mrs. Dullahan's yard.

“Come back here!” Jason yelled.  He thought he heard a hyena-ish giggle on the other side.

Jason picked one of the tall old trees next to the wall and climbed it as quickly as he could.  He scrambled out on a thick limb over the wall, struggling to catch his breath.  He'd been running nonstop.

Below him, the deep black shadows of Mrs. Dullahan's yard were scarcely pierced by the thin moonlight.  It was inhabited by big old oak trees, almost as dense as a forest.  The few patches of ground he could see were overgrown with tall weeds as thick as bamboo, and for a moment he was just glad he didn't have to mow her yard for her.

Then Jason saw a streak of weeds ripple, as if a rabbit were dashing between them.

He didn't have time to find a safe way down.  Jason held his breath and dropped from the limb into the darkness below.

Something hard and wooden, the size of a shoebox, crunched under his ribs as he slammed into the ground. 

Jason rolled up to his feet and looked at his aching side.  He'd landed on what looked like a carved wooden squirrel, its mouth and eyes wide with fright.  The fearful expression was heightened by that face that Jason had just broken its head from its body. 

Looking around, his eyes adjusting to the shadows and moonlight, he saw more little wooden creatures
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toads and rabbits and even a full-size deer.  A wooden owl perched on a limb overhead.

All around him, little paths paved with moss twisted through the high weeds. 

The paths snaked across the yard, curving across each other at little intersections.  Each path ended at one of the giant old trees, at ornate little doors no more than a foot or two high, which appeared to be built into the tree trunks.  He saw the little green creature scurry through an arched green door in a dark elm tree.  It pulled the door most of the way shut.

Jason jumped after him, grabbing the tiny knob just before the door closed.  The brass doorknob was the size of a child's marble in his fingers.

“Hey, come back!” Jason yelled.  He pulled the door open, but the little green creature was nowhere in sight.

The interior of the tree was hollow.  A series of roots formed a kind of staircase that spiraled down below the tree, out of sight.

“You're kidding,” Jason said.  He looked up at the dark shape of Mrs. Dullahan's house against the night sky.  Maybe she wasn't a witch, but there was definitely something strange going on at her place.

Jason stuck his head into the open door.  He looked up, into the hollow shaft of the tree, but it was completely dark.

Below, around the bend of the root-steps, he saw the slight glow of distant light.  He could hear the faintest hint of music, and smell traces of wet, blossoming flowers and baking bread in the air.

He put his hands inside the tree and crept forward as far as he could.  He scrunched his shoulders and squeezed deeper inside, looking a little further around the curve.

Somehow, he was able to fit even more of himself through the door, as if it expanded slightly for him.  He crawled further down and around the root-and-dirt staircase, worried that the little green creature might pop out and hit him, or maybe bite him in the nose, but he was too curious to stop now.

The curving space seemed to widen even more as he crawled forward, so he could let his shoulders relax and spread out.  He crawled down another twist of the steps, and then he was completely inside the tree.

The stairwell grew even wider as he moved forward on his hands and knees.  The walls were made of packed dirt and more tree roots, and a few fireflies provided some light along the way.  These fireflies were much larger and brighter than any he'd seen before, and their light was red and orange.

He crawled around and around, and soon the stairwell was wide enough for him to stand, though he had to almost double over, his back brushing against the ceiling.

He followed it down and down, around and around.  Had it been a staircase in a building, he would have descended five or six stories by now.  He kept going.

Finally, after hundreds of steps, he reached a door.  He seemed to be standing inside the round shaft of the tree trunk, though he should have been deep underground now, far below the roots of the elm tree.  Golden sap dripped along the heartwood walls.  His hands were covered in the sticky stuff, and probably his shirt, which felt glued to his back.

The door in front of him looked just like the green arched door he'd entered above, except much larger.  He would still have to duck his head to pass through it, but he wouldn't need to crawl.

Jason touched the brass doorknob, and then he hesitated.  None of this made any sense.  How could there be such a long staircase under the tree?  And where could this door possibly lead?  Was he going to be attacked by a bunch of angry little green creatures on the other side?

Then he remembered his purpose
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recover Erin's necklace, and his mom's earrings, from the little green creature, who was probably still running away from him.

Jason took a deep breath and pushed open the little door.

Chapter Five

The door opened onto a cobblestone road curving through a dark forest.  A number of the trees beside the road had little doors built into them.  Jason turned and saw that he'd just emerged from a tree himself.  He looked up along the trunk  and saw it branched out into little limbs overhead, like a normal tree.  Impossible.  How could it be connected to the tree in Mrs. Dullahan's yard?

It was nighttime, but the forest was illuminated by swarms of fireflies, which glowed in a bright spectrum of winking colors
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shimmering gold, fire-red, sunset orange. 

He stepped onto the road, and a wooden cart came clattering around the bend.  It was drawn by a pair of shaggy blue goats, and driven by what looked like a small girl with long sapphire blue hair that streamed out behind her like a cape.

“Out of the way, road-troll!” she shouted, and Jason scrambled back off the road.  As she rocketed past, he thought he saw a pair of waxy, gossamer wings protruding from her shoulder blades.  Little glass bottles full of frothy blue milk gleamed in the cart behind her, packed into place with golden hay.

Jason watched her clatter away around the next bend.  She passed a low figure in a ratty woolen coat and hat, who strolled along the side of the road.  It looked exactly like the little green man Jason had been chasing, only it was three or four feet tall now.  Clearly, the creature believed it had escaped Jason.  It was even whistling while it walked.

Jason ran up behind it.  The creature heard his footsteps and looked back with a smirk, but then it gasped and its yellow eyes widened when it saw Jason.  The creature lowered his head and began to run.

“Stop!” Jason yelled. He grabbed the creature's arm, turned it around to face him, and then lifted it up by its shoulders.

“You can't be here!”  The creature struggled in his grasp, kicking at Jason's chest and stomach. “You must go back!”

“Where are we?” Jason asked.

“You don't know?” The creature breathed a sigh of relief.  “Good.  Good.  Just go back and forget all that you've seen.”

“No.  You stole something from my house.”

“Ah, yes.” The creature reached into one of the many pockets in his coat and brought out the ruby earrings. “There you are.  Now take them and leave.  Go back through the same door.  Your life is in danger as long as you're here.”

“And the necklace,” Jason said.

“Necklace, necklace...I don't believe I took a necklace from your house, young sir.”

“Erin's necklace.  Gold and emeralds.”

“Doesn't ring a bell.”

“You know you sole it from Erin a few days ago,” Jason said.  He gave the little creature a shake. “Give it back.”

“Yes, yes!  Anything's possible. Just put me down so I can check my pockets.”

“Forget it.”

“I won't run!” The creature gave a toothy, yellow smile, as if trying to appear innocent. “I swear it by the Sacred Cesspool of Gorbulorgh.”

“The what?”

“The ancestral homeland of goblins!” The little creature looked at him indignantly.

“You're a goblin?” Jason asked.

“Naturally.  What did you think?”

“I don't know...a leprechaun?”

“Leprechauns!  I spit on leprechauns!  I tie their shoelaces together to make them trip and fall!  Leprechauns, indeed!”

“Just give me her necklace.”

“As I said, I cannot search my pockets in my present position.  You must put me down.”

“Don't even think about running again.”

“I had truthfully not considered it, young sir.”

Jason carefully set the goblin on his feet, but held tight to the collar of his coat.  The goblin reached into various pockets, pulling out rings, jeweled broaches, golden watches.  “Necklace...necklace...ah!  There you are!”

The goblin held out a silver, heart-shaped locket.