Winter of the Ice Wizard
nothing in his path.â¦Â
But then the giantâs breathing seemed to grow a bit softer.
Whatâs happening?
Jack wondered.
The breathing grew softer and softer. âMaybe heâs going to sleep,â Annie whispered.
The breathing became calm and steady. The wind died to a light breeze.
âI think the Frost Giant is sleeping,â Annie whispered. âWe should try to sneak out of here.â
âOkay, but keep your eyes down. Just look at the ground!â whispered Jack.
âRight,â whispered Annie.
Their heads bowed, Jack and Annie crept cautiously across the floor of the hollow and began climbing up toward the crack. Jackâs teeth chattered, but he couldnât tell if it was from cold or fear.
Suddenly a deafening roar shook the night! The Frost Giant screamed with windy rage! He was awake!
Jack was blown to the ground. He tried to crawl across the snow, but he didnât know which way to go, and he was afraid to look up.
âJack! This way!â Annieâs voice called above the roar of the giantâs breath. She helped him up and they struggled together against the wind. Finally they came to the crack in the wall.
Jack and Annie scrambled through the crack. Outside, the wild wind knocked them over, and they tumbled down the side of the hill.
The wind swirled the snow across the plain. âAnnie! Annie!â Jack called. Where was she? Where was the sleigh? He couldnât see anything. He couldnât stay on his feet.
The wind roared even louder. An avalanche of snow came crashing down the hillside. When it hit the ground, the snow exploded into great clouds of white powder.
âJack! Jack!â
Jack heard Annieâs voice in the screaming wind. He tried to stand up. But snow kept falling on top of him, until he was completely covered.
As Jack lay buried under the snow, all his strength left his body. He knew he should dig his way out, but he was too cold and too tired. He was too tired to look for Annie. He was too tired to fight the Frost Giant. Instead, he closed his eyes and drifted into an icy sleep.
Jack dreamed that cold fur was brushing against his face. He dreamed that a wolf was digging around him, nudging him, pushing him, sniffing him â¦Â .
Jack opened his eyes. He felt dazed. At first he couldnât see. But he could feel that he wasnât buried in snow anymore. He wiped off his glasses. He saw a low moon and some stars in a clear sky.
The Frost Giant must have left,
Jack thought. But then he heard a panting noise. He sat up and looked around. One of the white wolves was crouching right behind him!
Jack scrambled to his feet. âGo away!â he shouted.
The wolf stepped back and growled.
âGo! Go! Go!â shouted Jack. He picked up handfuls of snow and threw them at the wolf.
The wolf backed away a few more feet. Jack looked around wildly. Annie was lying very still on top of the snow. The other white wolf was sniffing and pawing at her.
Jackâs anger made him fearless. âLeave her alone!â he shouted. âGo away!â He scooped up more snow and threw it.
The wolf stepped back.
âGO! GO!â shouted Jack. âGet away! Leave us alone!â He glared angrily at the two white wolves.
The wolves stared back at Jack. Their yellow eyes gleamed.
âIâm not kiddingâGO!â shouted Jack.
Jack stared fiercely at the wolves. Finally the wolves looked away. They glanced at each other and then slowly backed off. They looked at Jack and Annie one last time. Then they turned and trotted away over the snow.
Jack rushed to Annie. He knelt beside her and lifted her head. âWake up! Wake up!â he said.
Annie opened her eyes.
âYou okay?â Jack asked.
âYes â¦Â I dreamed about white wolves,â Annie murmured.
âMe too!â said Jack. âAnd then when I woke up, they were here! They were about to eat us!â
âReally?â Annie sat up and looked around.
âYeah, but I scared them off,â said Jack.
âWhat about the Frost Giant?â Annie said.
âHeâs gone, too,â said Jack. âCome on. Letâs get out of here!â Jack helped Annie up from the snow. âDo you still have the wizardâs eye?â
Annie felt in her pocket. âGot it,â she said.
âGood.â Jack looked around. Beyond theheaps of fallen snow, the silver sleigh was waiting for them. Overhead,
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