CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Ben and I moved over to him, and I inspected the strange apparatus. The medallion had a small glass dome over its round body and a small cylinder-shaped stick stuck out the end that faced away from Impara and ended in a sharp point. I noticed a strange symbol on the body under the dome.
Even Ben had a perplexed expression on his face as he studied the machine. “What is it?”
Impara scowled at him. “Have you forgotten your studies? It’s an elements talisman.”
“How does it work?” I inquired.
“I will show you.”
The professor walked through us and over to one of the chairs near the table at which he’d been standing. A small glass of water sat atop the mess, and Impara unscrewed the glass dome on the talisman and poured a few droplets into the bubble. He then scre
