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" So he closed his eyes and imagined Artimé, the way it had been, he way he wanted it to be again. His hands reached out to include the entire plot of land. "Imagine," he said in a soft voice, picturing it all, room by room, the lawn with the fountains, the trees, the creatures. When he was certain he'd imagined it, he want on.
"Believe. " He believed with all his heart that Artimé could exist again. Believed that when he was finished with the spell and he opened his eyes, it would be there.
"Whisper." Alex imagined Mr. Today whispering these words over the desolate plot of land so many years ago, calling it to live a new, vibrant life, and he realized that he'd been whispering the words all along.
"Breathe." Alex took in a deep, satisfying breath and let it out slowly. He didn't forget it this time. He pictured himself breathing life into the world, giving it the air it needed to flourish once again.
And then: "Commence." The command to make it all happen. The beginning of everything. [...] he remembered the clue. Utter in order, repeat times three.
[...] When he finished the second round, he started one last time, his voice remaining soft. "Imagine. Believe. Whisper. Breathe." He hesitated, swallowing hard before the last one. And finally: "Commence."
Nothing happened. All was deathly silent. Alex remained very still, eyes closed, arms outstretched, feeling a sort of calmness inside him that he hadn't felt ever before. It almost seemed like he was beginning to float, peacefully alone in the world.
And then something did happen. The light through his closed lids grew pinkish-white, bright, and soon lights swirled around him, faster and faster, with colors joining in and growing stronger. He opened his eyes just as the land in front of him turned a luscious green and, with a great rumble, the enormous fountain broke through the ground, spewing up from the earth, the growing expanse of lawn rippling and resettling around it. The land spread farther, making Unwanteds along the shore lose their footing and tumble to the ground. Trees popped up to dot the lawn and for the jungle on the opposite side of Artimé. The gray shack spun and grew into the enormous mansion once again. The heat dissipated in an instant, and a cool breeze rushed in from the sea.
Alex gaped. "I did it," he whispered. And then he yelled at the top of his voice, "I did it! "
― Lisa McMann , Island of Fire (Unwanteds, #3)
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" Alex,” Simber growled. He listened. “Clive, can you open this doorrr?” “No, I’m sorry!” Clive called. Simber growled. He looked all around, and then he backed up. “Look out,” he called. He took a running start and slammed into the door, his shoulders and wings crashing through the walls on either side. Wood framing, the door, and chunks of the wall splintered across the room. “Helllp!” Clive yelled. “Intruder!” “I am the help, you dolt,” Simber said. "
― Lisa McMann , Island of Fire (Unwanteds, #3)
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" Aaron watched the girl. “I’m the High Priest Aaron. Stowe,” he added, and then felt heat rising from his shirt collar. “I know who you are,” the perfectly named girl replied, not looking at him. “Usually people bow,” Aaron explained, sure she would be impressed. “Don’t get your hopes up, Jerkface,” Sky said. She ran ahead. "
― Lisa McMann , Island of Fire (Unwanteds, #3)
