Hazel screamed and brought the eagle pendant right in front of her face, between her and the Tartok's gaping mouth. 

An Apache prayer slipped into Hazel's mind, one that had been taught to her by a friend of her father's when her brother had come down with pneumonia. Fearing he would die, her father's old friend comforted Hazel while her parents spoke with the doctors. It had stuck with her, been on of her favorites memories, but only the first lines came to mind. 

She didn't think they would help protect her. She was sure she was going to die in this room. So she whispered to herself for comfort as the Tartok's mouth closed in on her.

"Mountain Spirit, leader of the Mountain Spirits, your body is holy.
By means of it, make him well again.
Make his body like your own."