Maya Grace - Cry of the Ocelot

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THE UNOFFICIAL ANIMAL WARRIORS OF THE OVERWORLD SERIES: THE CRY OF THE OCELOT.

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C link, clink, clink!

Ella slid her helmet from the anvil and held it out in front of her. Sure enough, the helmet cast off a faint purple glow. Enchanted with Respiration, she whispered.

At her feet, her wolf-dog, Taiga, whined.

I know, buddy, said Ella, reaching down to stroke his silver-gray fur. Breathing underwater scares me too. But we might need this someday. Someday soon.

Days were growing shorter. Nights were growing longer. More hostile mobs were spawning across the Overworld. And Gran had told Ella and her cousins that they needed to be readyready to fight.

Ella shivered, remembering the zombie pigmen she had fought to save her wolf only a few weeks ago. She had named him Taiga because that was where shed found him, all alone in the cold biome.

That was where he led me, she remembered, by howling to her across the plains. He had chosen her. He had called to her. And she had listened.

Just like my mom, thought Ella, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Shed barely known her mother. Shed been killed in the Uprising, when the day and night cycle stopped and hostile mobs spawned uncontrollably across the Overworld. But Gran said Ellas mother had been a wolf-whisperer, too.

Ella squatted beside Taiga, gazing into his golden eyes. Ill never let anything happen to you, she said, kissing his snout. Ill protect you. I promise.

He whined and gave her chin a lick, as if to say, Ill protect you too. And she knew he would.

As Ella stood, she tucked her hair behind her ear and reached for another weapon. She and her cousin Rowan had lugged a box of swords, bows, and armor all the way from Grans mansion down to the garden shed, where Ella could enchant them with an anvil. But as she poked through the pieces, she wondered, Can I really use these? Will I have the courage?

She blew a cobweb off an old bow before placing it in the anvil. Then she reached into her box of enchanted books. Flame, Infinity, Power, Punch, she murmured as she sorted the books. She finally settled on Infinity. But before she could slide the book into the anvil, something shot through the window and whizzed by her head.

She hit the floor of the shed, her heart pounding. Beside her, Taiga growled and sprang to his feet.

Ella held her breath, trying not to make a sound. What was that? A skeleton arrow? She crawled ever so slowly to a crack in the wall of the shed. As she peered through the crack, she saw boots . Jogging toward the shed. Fast.

Ella recognized those boots.

Rowan!

She jumped up just as her older cousin burst through the door, her red ponytail swinging side to side.

Sorry! called Rowan. So sorry! Did I hit you?

Ella ran a hand over her head, as if checking for a bump or wound. No! But you sure came close. Was that an arrow?

No, a trident, Rowan said. Gran and I were just testing it out. She crossed the shed and reached for something stuck in the wall. It looked like a spear with three prongsthree very sharp prongs.

Yikes, said Ella under her breath. You need to work on your aim. You could do some damage with that!

I know, said Rowan. Especially if you enchant it with something. Will you?

Ella sighed. Im kind of busy here, she said. But as she gestured toward the boxes of books and weapons behind her, a shadow fell across the floor.

What time is it? she asked Rowan, checking the sky through the window.

Rowans face darkened. Early, she said. Too early. Its not even five oclock, and the sun is starting to sink.

The two cousins locked eyes. Gran was right, thought Ella. The day-night cycle was shifting, ever so slowlya sign of another Uprising to come.

She swallowed hard. Give me that, she said, gesturing toward the trident. Ill find an enchantment for it.

Rowan nodded and handed over the trident, which was much heavier than Ella had expected. No wonder Rowan was having trouble throwing it! And those prongs were so sharp. Ella set it down carefully on top of her pile of weapons.

The she fingered through her enchanted books. Hmm she thought out loud. Which enchantments work with tridents?

I dont know, said Rowan as she squatted to give Taiga a head scratch. Thats your department.

Ellas chest puffed with pride, just a little. She had become a master of enchantments. Even Gran said so. But Ella had never enchanted a trident. Well have to ask Gran, she said with a sigh.

While Rowan went to fetch Gran, Ella stepped to the door to watch her go. Shadows fell across the courtyard. They spilled over Grans garden, filled with spindly sugar cane and wheat, and melons and pumpkins on winding vines. The shadows crept up the obsidian wall that protected the mansion from the world outside. And as Ella watched, the shadows reached out toward the fishing pond, as if nudging her cousin Jack on the shoulder to say, Time to put that fishing pole away.

Fishing was all Jack ever did anymore. With his enchanted fishing pole and a pond that Gran kept stocked with fish, he caught fish after fish after fish. Hes going to drain the pond! thought Ella, blowing out a breath of frustration.

Couldnt her younger cousin see that there were more important things to do around here? Things to prepare for?

As she strode out of the shed to tell him so, Taiga leaped up to follow.

Jack! Ella had to call twice before his head finally spun around.

What? As he pulled the red hood of his sweatshirt off his head, a tuft of dark hair sprang up.

Why dont you do something useful? she asked. You should be learning how to use a bowor a trident, like Rowan.

He shook his head. Im fishing. As if to make his point, his line suddenly went taut. He yanked it back, and a yellow pufferfish leaped out of the water.