When they reached the top of the hill, Elspet said, “Do you think what she
said is true? Was he real?”
“He was a character in a book, Elspet, but Dulcinea believes he was real.
Someone in her ancestry told the story and it seems to have been passed down
through the years. Who are we to decide if it's true or not?” Fiona pulled
Callum and Elspet's hands. “Look at us. We fight ice fairies and pirate
ghosts. Nobody believes in ghosts either. Who are we to say what is real.
Come on. There are the windmills up ahead.”
Eleven whitewashed windmills stood like stone sentinels, guarding the nearby
castle ruins and daring anyone to attack. “Wow! Those are cool.” Callum ran
towards them, up the dirt path.
“Wait for us, Callum. Remember there are three traps waiting for us,” Fiona
“Which windmill is it, Fiona?” Elspet's glance moved from one to the other.
“I'm not sure yet. They all look the same, don't they?” Fiona saw a cloud of
dust coming towards them. “I’m not sure which one was which.”
“What is that?” Callum ran back to them and pointed at the brown cloud.
“It looks like cows,” Elspet said.
“Cows? Why would there be cows on this road? Oh no. This can't possibly be a
trap, could it?” Fiona's face froze with fear.
“It's a stampede of bulls. They're going to crush us.” Callum turned and ran
off into a field. “Come on, this way.”
Fiona and Elspet followed him.
“Where can we hide? There are no trees, or bushes, or anything but rocks,”
Elspet said. “Their horns are huge. I don’t want to get gored.”
“Just run!” Fiona turned to see the road. “Oh no! They are coming after us.
This is definitely a trap. They aren't ordinary bulls. I have a feeling that
no matter which way we run, they'll follow us and there's no place to run
The noise of the stampeding bulls nearly deafened them. “Talk to them!”
Elspet shouted, but Fiona couldn't hear her. “Use your powers.”
Fiona saw Elspet's lips move, but could not understand or hear what she was
saying. I'm going to have to use my powers. She stopped and turned to face
the oncoming animals. Bulls, I ask you to stop. Don't run us over. We mean
you no harm.
The bulls stopped suddenly, reading Fiona's thoughts.
Elspet and Callum climbed on a pile of boulders.
“Fiona, are you crazy? What are you doing?” Callum jumped up and down to get
“She's talking to the bulls, Callum,” Elspet said.
Please don't harm us. We just came to get the sapphire. The man who
commanded you long ago to chase us down is our friend. He set that trap in
case someone bad came to get it. We're not bad. We're just children.
We are to guard the stone at all costs. Your words mean nothing to us. The
lead bull snorted. A golden ring dangled from his nose, going into one
nostril and out the other.
“Fiona!” Elspet shouted. “Run away.”
The bull scraped the ground with his hoof. I would suggest you start
running, as I plan to crush you under my hooves.
Fiona turned and ran. “Wait! I can grow big!” She stopped again and so did
the bulls. In the blink of an eye she grew to a hundred feet tall. She
leaned over and picked up one of the bulls. “Now do you think you're so
tough?” She carried the bull over to a haystack and tossed it in.
The angry bulls attacked her, stabbing at her legs with their sharp pointed
Fiona called down to Elspet. “Now what should I do? I can brush them all
off, or throw them into some rocks, but that would hurt them and be cruel.”
“We'd better go back into town. Come and get us, Fiona.” Callum waved.
Fiona bent over and picked her two friends up. Nudging the bulls out of the
way she headed for Consuegra, down below.
The bulls followed; the dust could be seen for miles.
When they got near town, Fiona put her friends down and shrunk to normal
size. “We need to hide. Now!” She led them into a shop and they stood gazing
out the window.
Suddenly hundreds of people came running towards them, screaming. People
with children clutched their brood; fear plastered on their faces.
“Oh no! Someone's going to get hurt and the bulls will find us anyway.”
Fiona wrung her hands together. “What should I do?”
“I saw a river; it's called the Amarguillo River. Lead the bulls down to it
and when you get to the riverbank, you can control the water. Make a
barrier, or trap them inside a wall of water. Do whatever you have to do
before someone gets hurt.” Callum opened the door. “Go, Fiona. We'll meet
Fiona ran from the shop and when she turned down one of the side streets,
the bulls waited for her. That's right, bulls. I'm right here. You don't
need to hurt anyone when you have me. Come on. Chase me. They ran toward
her. Good bulls. Follow Fiona. Dust flew high in the air, forming a cloud.
She ran, hidden in the black blizzard, leading the herd to the river. With
no doubt that they'd follow her, Fiona had to think quick. Thoughts formed
in her mind of a waterspout. The sound of rushing water and whirling wind
nearly deafened her, but she didn't lose her concentration. As the dust
settled, Fiona saw the cyclone of moisture. The bulls rushed after her and
when they were near the riverbank, she commanded the tempest to encircle
them. One by one they were sucked into the whirling squall. Take them far
away and drop them, but don't hurt them.
Callum and Elspet rushed over to her. “You did it! Way to go, Fiona!” Elspet
hugged her friend.
“That was so cool! I've never seen a tornado of water and bulls before.
That'll show them to mess with us, won't it, Fiona!” Callum jumped up and
down, watching the waterspout until it disappeared behind the hills.
“Now what? That took a lot of time. We need to get to the windmill and get
the sapphire.” Fiona turned to run.
Callum grabbed her. “Fiona, do you realize we've been poisoned and nearly
run over by a stampede of maniac bulls? I'm sort of scared. It seems Drayton
is getting more powerful.”
“He is, Callum, but so am I.” Fiona looked from side to side. “This way.