Chapters (50)
- Cover
- Dedication
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- - EIGHT -
- - NINE -
- - TEN -
- - ELEVEN -
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- - THIRTEEN -
- - FOURTEEN -
- - FIFTEEN -
- - SIXTEEN -
- - SEVENTEEN -
- - EIGHTEEN -
- - NINETEEN -
- - TWENTY -
- - TWENTY-ONE -
- - TWENTY-TWO -
- - TWENTY-THREE -
- - TWENTY-FOUR -
- - TWENTY-FIVE -
- - TWENTY-SIX -
- - TWENTY-SEVEN -
- - TWENTY-EIGHT -
- - TWENTY-NINE -
- - THIRTY -
- - THIRTY-ONE -
- - THIRTY-TWO -
- - THIRTY-THREE -
- - THIRTY-FOUR -
- - THIRTY-FIVE -
- - THIRTY-SIX -
- - THIRTY-SEVEN -
- - THIRTY-EIGHT -
- - THIRTY-NINE -
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- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
He quickly read over the spell words to Restore Dimensional Portal, because no matter what, he wasn’t waiting another minute.
“Dad,” Fort whispered to the Gettysburg Address brochure he’d left in the Summoning book. “I’m coming for you. Tonight.”
- TWENTY-FOUR -
AS TIRED AS HE WAS, Fort wasn’t foolish enough to just jump into a strange dimension without any provisions. Given that he’d now mastered teleportation, Fort used the spell to gather up all the things he’d need for his trip into the monsters’ world.
First, since he’d been training on it anyway and didn’t have much other magic to depend on, he went looking for one of the metal staffs Sergeant Tower had mentioned so many times.
Finding where they were kept wasn’t hard, as he’d seen his old classmates carrying them through the halls to a room near Dr. Ambrose’s classroom. A few glances inside that room while walking by gave him all he needed to open a teleportation circle inside it now.
He checked the room first using a smaller circle, then jumped through when he saw it was empty. He quickly made sure the outer door was locked, stumbling through the room in the dark just in case. Then he turned on the lights and sucked in his breath in surprise.
He’d only been expecting staffs, but his eyes widened when he saw the awesome assortment of weapons and other magical items laid out before him. There in the corner were the bows that he’d heard Chad and Bryce talking about, the ones that shot fireballs. He grabbed one of those, and it glowed red at his touch. Next he took a nearby metal staff that had to be full of healing spells, considering the momentary blue glow when he took it.
There were shields as well, but they looked heavy, and he didn’t want to get bogged down, especially since he already had two fairly large items. If the bow had been strung, he might have tried to sling it over his shoulder, but apparently fireballs didn’t need string.
Instead, he found some duct tape off with some supplies in another corner and taped each end of the bow to the staff. Without the string, the staff wouldn’t get in the way of him firing the bow, and now he could carry the staff over his shoulder using the bow to hold it in place.
Assuming he didn’t shoot himself with a fireball, that was.
His next stop was the cafeteria, since he wasn’t sure how long he’d be gone. He gathered together a bunch of protein bars (the only dessert the cafeteria offered) in a bag with some bottles of water and hooked that over the end of the staff, leaving his hands free for magic.