Chapter 8
Vince and Howard walked quickly, looking for any signs of the tiny shaman. After several hours, they decided to turn around and go home.
"I can't believe we haven't found him. Where could he have gone?" Howard was almost in tears.
"We'll phone the police later tonight. Don't worry, he'll turn up." Vince comforted him, hiding his own worry.
They arrived back at the house deflated. They went through the door, locking it behind them. They walked into the den silently.
"Hi guys." Vince and Howard looked at each other in confusion. Surely, it couldn't be…..
"Naboo?" It came out as a strangled gasp. "What's going on?"
"I'm watching TV. There's not much on."
"Naboo, where have you been?"
"I visited The Board of Shamans."
"The what?"
"The Board of Shamans."
"What's The Board of Shamans? Vince asked.
"They rule over all of the other shamans. A bit like a government."
"Did it at any point occur to you to tell us where you were going?" Howard asked, his voice strained.
"Not really, no. I had to report to them as soon as my powers started working again."
"How did you get there?"
"Magic carpet." Naboo replied.
"Where's your magic carpet now?"
"Bedroom."
"Go and get it." Howard asked, scarily calm.
"What?" Naboo asked, alarmed.
"Go and get your magic carpet." His voice stayed calm, but had a terrifying edge to it.
"Why?" The shaman squeaked.
"We're going to see The Board of Shamans."
