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“Sure,” Cris says, but he sounds scared.

I never did this in Scouts, and I look at the wall. It’s real high. But I
scramble up. I don’t know if we can pull Cris up, skinny or not. But I can’t
think of anything else to try, so I brace my feet and lean way over the apple
branch.

“Come on, Cris, I’m going to boost you up.” Jeremy lifts Cris out of
his wheelchair. “Man, you don’t weigh any more than my little sister. Hang
on. I’m going to try and step up on your chair.”

Jeremy grunts as he climbs very slowly and carefully up onto the seat
of the wheelchair. It’s not gonna work. “Ready, Melanie?” He wobbles a
lit-tle and I hold my breath. “Okay, Cris, just reach up. Grab Melanie’s wrists.
You grab Cris’s, Mel.”

I can’t reach him.

“Lean out as far as you can,” Jeremy gasps, his words hot yellow.
“Can you stretch up farther, Cris?”

I can’t. . . quite . . . reach him. Zoroan, Mr. Teleomara, will be back any
second.

The limb falls out from under me. I yelp, grabbing at the limb, then
Cris’s face is right in front of mine.

“Grab him, grab his wrists,” Jeremy is yelling. And I do, and Cris’s
hands close around my wrists. And then we’re swinging up and my arms
are coming out of their sockets, and then we’re falling and my ribs hurt and I
see leaves, sky, leaves, and then . . .

... I land flat on the grass on my back and I can’t catch my breath. Sky.
Leaves. Sky. I sit up and nothing hurts too much and Cris is lying on his
back, giggling softly.

“What the heck happened?” Jeremy’s head pops up at the top of the
wall and a second later he scrambles down. “You guys okay? I swear that
tree just boosted you right over the wall. I’m not kidding! You should have
seen it.”

“It’s an apple.” Cris sits up. “That’s my birth tree. We’ve got to get out
of here. That was a trap. Zoroan’s trap. He had me imprisoned in it and was
draining my First Born power.”

“Right now, I believe that.” Jeremy looks back at the castle. “Wow,
look.”

I look, and it’s not a castle anymore. It’s this big, old, fallen-down
house, just like Jeremy said it would be.