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gave the most protection. I began to cry, not because of sadness but because of not knowing what to do. I was afraid and the tears stung like wasps.
I quickly ran up the guard tower, taking two steps at a time. When I got to the top, I had a great view of the surrounding area and of the Matak tribe. I took a generous helping of the dust and threw it in front of me. My range was great. I had power to cast spells all over the army and had a good range over most of the settlement.
I read up on the spell and looked out over the enemy.
'TOOMAGA!' I shouted.
But nothing happened. I was so annoyed - why wasn't this happening. I remembered what Bartholomew had said and put my power into the lightning bolt and concentrated on the Matak Shaman.
After building up the power, I screamed the spell. There was a downpour like last time and the bolt hit the Shaman instantly. Her army
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looked amazed and also worried. Without a Shaman, they were unprotected from my magic. I tried the firestorm but it didn't work at all. I began to flick through the pages of the book, looking for other spells less powerful. After finding that they weren't any good ones to use, I did something silly and moved on. I saw some great spells and was on the verge of using them but a little voice at the back of my mind told me not to.
I saw Bartholomew with the army, shouting orders and getting them ready. I guess he was a bit worried that I hadn't used the firestorm yet. There was a deep boom of thunder that shook the town. And then there was an sound of an unfamiliar horn - the Matak!
There was more thunder and the Matak army began to make their way down towards our settlement, slow at first but gathering speed soon after. There must have been at least one thousand charging down towards our army of around two hundred.
'Shaman!' someone shouted.
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