Rebels

As Horn Helmet moved closer to the fruit stand, wisps of mist poured around the front and into the back inching closer and closer to Max. Max's heart beat faster. That hollow sound began to get louder. Max could now hear some kind of eerie whispering. A skeleton hand inched over the edge of the counter. Slowly Helmet's helmet came into view as he peered over the edge. It was getting nearer and nearer. Soon he would see Max.

OK, so it's not a dream, at least that's what the talking magical wa...