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half metres tall, the necklace well out of reach for all of
them.
    He turned to David and said, “You’re going
to have to give me a boost.”
    “What!” You’re going to actually touch that
thing? It could come alive and chop your head off!”
    “It’s just a statue,” Jack said firmly, more
hoping than believing it to be true. “Come on, boost me.”
    David shook his head, but made his way to
the statue. Turning around, he entwined his fingers together,
creating a foothold for Jack to step into.
    Jack placed his foot in and after a count to
three was thrust above his larger cousin right into the torso of
the dark statue before him. The rock sat before his eyes, clasped
in a silver claw attached to the necklace. Not wanting to touch the
statue for a second longer than he had to, he grabbed it and gave a
good tug, snapping the necklace free on the first try.
    “Got it!” Jack called to David who
immediately let him drop. “Nice and easy. Now let’s get out of
here.”
    They turned back to the house and stopped in
their tracks. The mist was swirling, moving faster as thick
tendrils reached out towards the sky. They started to take the form
of wolves as they drifted towards them, at first three of them and
then five. Soon there were over ten wolf spectres circling them,
growling.
    “What do we do now?” Rosie asked
terrified.
    Jack looked around in every direction, and
saw they were surrounded. It occurred to him suddenly. “The rings!
Take them off!”
    The three of them grabbed at the rings on
their fingers and tugged them off. Nothing changed. The wolves
continued to converge on them.
    “Am I the only one who can still see them?”
David asked.
    “Nope, I see them too. And the statue.”
Rosie replied.
    “So, we’re screwed?” David said looking at
his sister.
    Rosie nodded, just as a bolt of white
lightening shot through the air, hitting the ground metres from
their feet.
    A white mist started to form, spreading
around the three of them. Just like the black mist, tendrils
started reaching to the sky, but instead of wolves, white horses
start to form. Soon there were surrounding Jack, David and Rosie,
stamping their hooves at the wolves that had started to retreat.
Before long a path had cleared, the black mist held back by a
barrier of white.
    “Let’s get out of here,” said David as he
took the lead and they started running back to the house.
    “What was that?” asked Jack.
    “I don’t know, maybe the Curator did
something to help us.” Rosie guessed.
    “That meddling woman, I should have known.”
A familiar voice said as they rounded the corner.
    Their grandmother stood before them, a
walking staff in her hand pushing white mist onto the earth as more
horses glided either side, ready to defend her. With a wave of her
staff the mist started to clear, the horses vanishing.
    She closed her eyes and waved it again, a
yellow light flowing over the garden, the twisted trees and black
warrior once again concealed as it streamed over them.
    She looked at the three of them and sighed.
“Come on then, back to the house. It looks like we have much to
discuss.”

Chapter Five
    Answers
     
    Their grandmother led them straight to the
attic, making sure the rest of the family didn’t see them.
    Once they arrived she had begun berating the
Curator for sending “defenceless children” out into danger. The two
of them argued back and forth, making Jack think they had known
each other a long time. When it was clear there wasn’t going to be
a winner, his grandmother threw her hands in the air and walked
over to them.
    “That woman! Sworn to keep the attic a
secret and she calls on you three the second you’re alone.” their
Grandmother said still angry.
    “Grandma, the Curator didn’t call on us. We
found her.” Rosie said sheepishly, worried their grandmother would
turn her anger on them yet still not wanting the curator to be in
trouble for something she didn’t do.
    “And how did you manage