Suddenly, a coolness flowed from the top of my head to my whole body. The crown on my head let out a low hum. I instinctively thought of the scepter. I pounced on the ground not far away, and my fingers touched the scepter that had fallen to the ground.

I gripped the scepter tightly. A weak force circulated around my fingertips, guiding my arm and raising it high up to the bright moon in the sky. My headache instantly disappeared, and a long, strange line of words appeared in ...