Justice stops walking and looks at me. “What do you mean?”
“Sly managed to blow both Sal and me off our feet, and by blow I mean, blew breath. Our protection didn’t stop it.”
“I don’t think any of us thought of including wind.”
“And it’s all about being specific,” I say with a groan and start walking.
Justice nods. “We can add that to the family protection and the town witches next time we see them.”
“We can,” I reply.
As we’re talking we are walking along the path and I spy the straw bear and walk over to look at it. “It really is a good bear.”
Justice nods looking it over. “The detail on it is amazing.”
I see our magic coming back and we both hold our hands out to see what it found.
“Dark magic is wrapped around the apple tree,” Justice says.
“It is,” I say, as we hear yelps of pain coming from further up the path.
We hurry along the path to the apple tree and are instantly pelted with apples. Rock hard apples. We’re being hit over and over, as are a few teenagers trying to get past the tree to safety.
I throw my magic out to stop the tree, but nothing happens.
I see Justice trying to wrap the tree with magic. My magic joins his and after a few moments, the tree is surrounded by our magic, it’s limbs frozen, the apples now staying on the branches.
Justice runs to the other side to check on those hit by the rock apples.
I join them.
“Is anyone injured?” he asks looking at the walkers.
“That was awesome,” a young man said. “Last night we were attacked by killer scarecrows, this evening killer apples. I can’t wait and see what happens tomorrow.”
“Try the haunted house tomorrow, you might get a surprise there as well,” I suggest.
“This Haunted Farm is awesome, so much better than the normal haunted house,” another one said.
They all pull out scorecards and give it tens.
We burst out laughing.
“Hey look, is that a leprechaun?” and with that the four young men run off after Shamus.
I look at Justice and grin. “Least they’re not put off by these incidents.”
Justice laughs. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone happy to be hit with rocks.”
I laugh. “Let’s see if we can undo that magic, shall we?”
We both turn and look at the tree.
“Gather your magic and I’ll gather mine and throw it at the tree, that should shatter the magic,” I say.
“It should, on the count of three,” Justice replies.
I pull my magic close. “One.”