As she burst out of the opening in the ice, swollen and red-eyed Troggles scattered wildly. They ran about on the ice floor, black smudges in a sea of ice-blue, looking up at the child as she tried to control her wings. Ella hovered for a moment, looking down. Her heart beat against her chest, fit to burst. Without Dixon or Charlie, Ella was frightened. But this was no time for fear. She was alone, yes. But only as alone as she had been for the first ten-and-three-quarter years of her life. Samuel, spotting the child coming out of the chasm, cast his fingers at the wall. Elf dust rebounded off its carapace, exploding like fireworks. Try as he might, his power was nothing compared to that of the second-most powerful pure Magical alive, the Duke. They needed the most-powerful Magical: the Queen herself. ‘You have to get a message to the Queen of Magus, Posiblemente,’ Samuel commanded. Ella turned to the light and saw Samuel and Don Posiblemente there.
