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the entrance to Hobgoblin’s chamber, and then snapped his
fingers.
Nodding their little heads, the Gnomes vanished before
Ebenezer could say lickety-split. “Ugh! They didn’t wait for me
to say my favorite word, again!” He fumed because he always
wanted to say lickety-split before the gnomes disappeared. He
didn’t like to say as fast as possible, so he made up his own
words.
The Gnomes reappeared in a jiffy and between them stood a
tall, Silver Skeleton, bound with iron chains.
“It took twenty Gnomes and ten Goblins to capture and render
him powerless with those iron chains, Master,” said Ebenezer.
“Ah, the famous Wishbone Jones,” said Hobgoblin, gloating
over the capture of his prisoner. “I had a pretty good idea it was
you. The Trinity of Wishmothers always favored you, but they
no longer watch over you and the other inhabitants of Celestria.
The Realm of Spirits has no guardians now. The magic of the
witch who turned your charred flesh to silver is of no use to you
now. She cannot save your life this time.”
Wishbone Jones stood over 6-feet tall. His right arm was
slightly scratched, but the rest of his body was covered with
silver. One year ago, when he fought in the war against the
Trolls, his body was badly burned. The Healing Witch found
him barely alive when the fight was over, but all she could do
to save his life was to turn his burned body into three inches of
solid silver in order to protect his flesh and bones. Ever since
that day, he became known as the Silver Skeleton.
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