After studying short stories and reading many by famous authors the Narwhals tried their hand at their own, here are a few of them.
The Key, The Knife, And The Book
By: G.H.
There once was a
boy named Hugo. Hugo loved to invent and
create new things. He lived in South Dakota and had a good size house which he
shared with his father. His father was muscular and many a time came home in a
bad mood- probably a result of his service in WWII-. Sometimes he came home
from the nearby tavern smelling funny and in an especially horrible mood
compared to his other “temper tantrums” as Hugo called them. He wanted a way to
keep from getting in his father’s way, once he threatened to cut off Hugo’s
hair with the hatchet he kept in the back of the house in the shed. For that
reason he liked to play in the field, free from his father’s heckling and
occasional attacks for things like forgetting to clean his room, and coming
home late and with his clothes dirty from playing in the mud. He reminisced the
first time he had come home with his clothes in shambles after tripping on a
large rock and falling in the brambles, the only thing that stopped his father
from tearing him limb from limb was his mother.
Hugo missed his mother terribly, with her pale
complexion and eyes that shone like the moon. She had the house that he lived
in for as long as her grandparents could trace back down her family line. As
she lay on her deathbed, her last words escaped her mouth in the form of cold
whispers. “The key…….” She had said. He had not known what this meant for a
very long time, until one gloomy day of fall, 1950. He found a key and a book,
covered in filth, hastily thrown in a ditch. He had been wandering a little bit
farther than he was allowed, and the ditch was close to the tree line of the
clearing where his house was located. He picked up the book, brushed off the
dust and crusted mud and read the title.
“The
guide to the late Mr. Sakkharine”,
it read in a quickly written, sloppy sort of cursive that was hard to make out.
Hugo was not good
at writing and not many of his classmates were, so he was used to reading the handwriting
created in this manner. He was more interested in the key, with its intricate design
and meticulous writing inscribed on the handle. Hugo took it as a keepsake and
brought it home to show his father.
At dinner, his
father acted a little strange. ”where did you get that? Was there a book with
the key?” he then realized with a shudder, you have disobeyed my rules for the
last time Hugo!” He was screaming at him now, a slightly strange attitude
turned an inexorable state of rage. He took Hugo by his shirt collar and shook
him vigorously, like a dog with a squirrel caught in his jaws. “That is it, I’m
shipping you off to the Sorendon military academy in Idaho!”
This time Hugo
knew that this was no joke. Such small things could turn his father into an antagonized
bull, who could gore you with the words he spat from his mouth like bullets.
Striking holes in you for each insult he threw at you. “He could write a
dictionary of insults!” Hugo thought to himself quietly to himself.
That night he heard a knocking on the
floorboards in his room, and each night they grew louder until the sound
chorused through the house like a thousand grenades going off in every room of
the home. Somehow, to Hugo’s amazement, his father had heard nothing, he slept
like a rock at night, and there was nothing that could wake him up some nights,
especially after the nights he had come home from the tavern. Then Hugo
remembered the threat from his father involving the hatchet in the shed. “God
bless you, dad,” he thought to himself after all those years of abuse. He
sprinted to the shed, grabbed the hatchet leaning against the shed and got back
to his room in less than a minute. He then chopped away at the floorboards, but
he couldn’t make a dent. He tried harder, but the same results occurred. Hugo
suddenly dropped to the floor, examining a small hole that looked very unusual.
He pulled the key from his pocket and slid it in the hole. Then all went dark.
Hugo woke up
suddenly to find himself in a graveyard. He got up and realized that he was
sleeping on a grave. Hugo looked at the tombstone. It read, “Hugo Sakkharine, died November 1st, 1997” Hugo gasped in amazement, was this the Mr.
Sakkharine that the book was talking about? And 1997? That was almost sixty
years in the FUTURE! Then again, blackness. Next thing he knew, he was in his
room, the sun was shining, and he was in bed, the key was gone, as if it was
never there, as if nothing happened.
Hugo sat up,
shocked by what he had seen, and thought for a minute about what that could
mean, with the key the book, and the grave. They had to be connected in some
odd way. Hugo stole away to the ditch where he found the book. It was there,
but what scared him was a long knife that had impaled the book into the ground
like a tent peg. It wasn’t there before, and he was hesitant out of fear to
pick it up. Though, all in due time, he tried to pick it up, but the one thing
he feared would happen did. Blackness overcame all light of the sunny day,
penetrating his thoughts, as he slipped away from reality; he sat up. Sure
enough, he was back in the graveyard.
Hugo was scared now, something he had never
felt before entering the graveyard. He heard a voice, far off, sounding more
like a raspy whisper than a human voice. It drew closer and closer every
second. Hugo then noticed the book lying next to the knife he had used to get
here. He grabbed both items, then opened the book. It read: if you are
reading this, you are being hunted. I have little time to explain what is
trying to kill you. It is neither alive nor dead, though he, or it, once was.
It wants only to turn you to the blackness you are being slowly overcome by. I
will give you direct instruction on the next page.
As Hugo turned the
page, he saw with an emotion close to terror as the writing on the next page
almost appeared out of nowhere! It seemed to write itself. Hugo couldn’t
believe what he was seeing, but was snapped back to what was happening around
him when he heard the voice, much louder now, followed by a figure, very far
away, coming towards him quickly. He looked back to the book, it now read: stab the knife into the earth on
Sakkharine’s grave.
He did what the
book asked, and as he did so he heard the figure scream in agony, as if the
knife was being stabbed into him, not the grave. He hurried his reading; tear out this page with the text and throw it
upon the grave. Followed by fehgfdae, and more script that he could not make
out.
The creature was closing in, 100 yards. He
looked back at the book, but nothing happened. 50 yards, the book didn’t do
anything. Hugo ran as fast as he could, away from the thing, though he was not
sure what it was. Suddenly he tripped on a tombstone, and twisted his ankle.
The thing caught up with him and stopped for a minute. It stared at him. Its
face was disfigured and resembled a skull with eyes. Suddenly, without
thinking, and seemingly without any will of his own, he dashed to the grave, grabbed
the knife, and stabbed the monstrosity with it. It attacked, slashing with
claws that seemed to contract from his fingers like a cat. They tore into
Hugo’s shirt, leaving murderous scars on his chest. For some unknown reason,
Hugo was oblivious to these deadly blows. He thought for a moment, thinking “is
this really real, is the thing attacking me just a figment of my imagination?
Why does it attack me so harshly? How am I not dead he took the knife, now
impaled in the things stomach, and stabbed him again. This time he did so,
pulling the knife out, and coming back for another strike. Over and over again
the monster hacked at his torn shirt and bare chest until finally, with a
lethality guaranteed thrust through the brain, the thing collapsed, unmoving,
to the floor. Hugo looked down and saw his chest was torn open, revealing his
internal organs and intestines. One look and he blacked out.
Hugo opened his
eyes. The knife, the book and the key were gone, as if nothing happened. A
shadow of his own future defeated by his own imaginative self.
In ten years Hugo
married a beautiful woman named Ximena Sakkharine, and changed his name to Hugo
Sakkharine. Hugo opened up a bookstore “to fuel the imagination of young minds
to create, and to possibly even defeat their own fears.” But with Hugo’s
success, Ximena grew jealous of him. Eventually her greed got the best of her
and she killed Hugo. He was buried without proper rituals, leaving his soul to
manifest itself into a horror of unspeakable blackness.
Hugo was reading a
book by the ditch when Ximena murdered him. She stuck the knife through the
book and left it there to rot away from moths and the elements. The book was
haunted by Hugo’s own soul, and wrote its own messages. It found its past self,
and gave him instruction on how to kill the monster that his soul became, and
to complete his burial rites as required to make his soul restful. This wrinkle
in time had almost saved the world in a way, from unleashing a monster defeated
only by itself. Life went on, and all
was forgotten, A simple adventure of a troubled life.
THE END
New Dawn
By: S.H.
It’s been days
since I’ve seen anybody alive. My name is Triton James. An alien race
known as the Korbaks have bombed Earth for no known reason. I’m in hiding in a
ditch right now. Trying to get past the aliens is like walking a minefield blindfolded.
My friends and I have been selected because we were the ones to join the alien
fighting society also known as Torchwood to help build A.E.B. (alien
extermination bomb). All the other members of Torchwood that I know have been
murdered. So it’s up to us to basically save the world. I’m traveling to both of my friend’s
neighborhoods first Nick’s then Penelope’s. So far the only contact with my
friends is by walkie-talkie
Nick is not the
guy to stand up and vouch for somebody. He's tall and skinny with short brown
hair and hazel eyes but a very funny personality. Nick and I have known each
other since pre school, there’s no one I trust like Nick.
Nick’s house is
five blocks away from where I’m standing which is at 23rd and Durmstang. The cars in town have all been destroyed in
the attacks, so I have to walk there. The aliens look like human sized squids
with duck beaks and lizard feet. Their main weapon is a disintegrator, their
secondary weapon is a lazar pistol which is really scarier because you don’t
die immediately and the pain is unbearable.
Getting to Nick’s
required a lot of agility and stealth. It wasn’t like you could walk past a
Korback and they are pretty darned smart. So, I went in a house, checked out
the window and if there weren’t any Korbacks I’d sneak out the back door and do
that one house at a time. It took close to an hour to reach Nick’s.
“We must leave soon.” I said to Nick.
“One
second and we can leave, I have to get food from the cellar,” said Nick. He
left briefly and when he returned he said, “OK I’m good we have food, water and
first aid.”
“COME ON!!”I said.
Penelope is
adventurous and good spirited. Tall and skinny as Nick and has so many freckles
that she looks like Pipi Longstocking. We met in secondary school where we
studied science together. The three of us got hired on at Torchwood at the same
time and became even closer when we worked to build the A.E.B. Nothing like
saving a planet to build trust.
“YAAY
you guys made it,”said Penelope.
“Yup,”said
Nick and me in unison.
“Let’s
go,” I said.
So we walked
twelve blocks and avoided the aliens
with the same house routine. It took longer with three but we made it safely to
Torchwood.
“Shhhh!
we’re almost there, “I said.
“Now
that were here how do we get in?” Nick asked.
“We
enter,” I said.
As you can see we
are about to enter into one of the most well secured places on earth and I
should know because I worked here. We’ll
probably not be able to and all I have is my ID card to get through security.
On the first floor. I hope my handprint hasn’t changed so we can get through
handprint scanners at the top of the tower.
Now that we’ve
entered Torchwood we can launch A.E.B. but first we have to type the answer to
this question to launch the A.E.B. What
is mankind?
“I’ll try first,” said Nick.
Civilization, he typed
“Nope not it,” Nick said.
“I’ll try next.”
“Nope,” she said.
A speck of dust, she typed
“Now I’ll go,” I said.
A threat, I typed
“Got it!” I said.
We launched the
A.E.B and once the bomb hit the ground it destroyed everything alien made but
nothing man made. Slowly people came up from underground where they had been
hiding. We’d lost a lot of the population but there were still enough of us to
begin rebuilding. It was going to take a lot but after the all we’d been
through it wasn’t extremely hard.
We led the most
interesting life in the city because we saved the world. People thought we were
heroes but we were really only doing what we were trained to do. We haven’t
seen any more aliens ever since we launched A.E.B.
The Voice
By: M.P.
Louise Carakter had just gotten home from school one day
when she heard the Voice for the first time.
It had been a fairly normal Monday before that. As usual she
had had to wake up at five am so that her dad had time to drop Louise and her
5-year old sister, Dairy, off at school on his way to work. Their school was
called Wachyurbak School where Louise attended 6th grade and Dairy
attended kindergarten. The day proceeded normally, with the only abnormal thing
being that the lunch was actually good today instead of the usual gray mush
that tasted like sawdust. Later Louise got a new sketchbook which she was very
happy about. She was only about a quarter way through the school year and her
old sketchbook was already full of doodles. At the end of the day she got a
note from the office saying that she was to take the bus home from school today
instead of her dad driving her. Normally her dad hated wasting money on
transportation but he was working late today and would get home at 11:30 pm. The
note also said to please tell Dairy.
When the bus reached the home of the Carakters Louise woke
Dairy (who had been sleeping) and got off the bus. She had her hand on the
doorknob when she heard it. Louise paused, her hand still on the doorknob. The
Voice sounded very hoarse and raspy, as if the throat of the speaker had been
coated with acid. But there was also a note of sweetness in the Voice, which
suggested that the throat had then been glazed with just a bit of honey. The
Voice seemed to bore into her mind and enter her skull, then reverberate and
bounce back into her mind. Even when it stopped speaking, Louise could hear it
as clearly as if it were whispering to her still. The mind-consuming sound of the
Voice echoed through her head, driving out all other thoughts. Subconsciously,
in the tiniest corner of Louise’s mind that was not entirely possessed by the
Voice, she thought she heard Dairy’s groggy voice saying “Um, Louise? Are you
going to open the door or not?”
That was all it took to shatter the intense mind possession
that was going on inside her sister’s head. Immediately the Voice recoiled,
leaving Louise disoriented with her hand yet still on the doorknob. Dairy asked,
“Are you all right?” When Louise didn’t answer, Dairy opened the door herself
and called “Mommy!” Then Louise got her bearings. “I- I’m ok. I’m just a
little… dehydrated.”
Over the next couple of days Louise began hearing the Voice
more and more frequently, with slightly less intensity each time, until she
could hear it without totally zoning out in class. The Voice became part of her
daily life. Yes it was annoying sometimes, like when she was talking to a
friend and suddenly there was a disembodied Voice boring into her cranium
drowning out everything but itself, but she could cope. Louise knew that if she
told her parents about the Voice they would take her to the doctor, and she
couldn’t risk that. They would probably send her to the loony house and
besides, she couldn’t go see a doctor anyway. Last time had been about a year
and a half ago and the doctor had discovered something silver running through
her blood instead of red blood cells. The doctor had been very alarmed and
Louise had just run back home. Strangely, the next day nobody mentioned it. It
was as if nothing had even happened. Since then, Louise had just put off her
yearly appointment. She knew she could not put it off forever, but she could
for now.
One day Louise got home from school (it had been a bus day)
and walked in the door and saw her mother, Mrs. Carakter, baking cookies in the
kitchen. Mrs. Carakter had her head turned and when she heard Louise walking in
the door she turned to face Louise. Louise gasped.
Her mother had changed.
Mrs. Carakter’s face had become pasty white. Her eyes, usually a merry blue,
were now black, completely black, even the sclera. She had no lips. She smiled,
and Louise saw that she had no teeth either. When she spoke her voice was not
her usual voice, but the Voice. Mrs. Carakter in the Voice said, “Louise, you
have much to learn. You failed to conceal yourself. You failed to save your
grandfather. You even failed to realize when your own mother has been
possessed. You have failed in life, therefore you must die.”
Louise had no idea what her mother was talking about. Her
grandfather had died before Louise was born. And what was that about concealing
herself? Louise didn’t care. She ran into the dining room where Dairy was
drinking milk. “Come on we have to leave!” said Louise urgently.
“Why? Where?” asked Dairy.
“No time,” answered Louise. So Dairy went with her.
Together they ran through the maze of concrete sidewalks,
stopping only to catch their breath. “Where are we going?” inquired Dairy.
“To the park,” replied Louise. That was the only place she
could think of. When the girls got to the park they rested under the shade of a
pine tree. Then the stranger walked up.
He was dressed in all white, including white sunglasses.
Louise had never seen white sunglasses before and wondered how the man could
see out of them. “Ah Louise,” said the man.
His voice, to Louise’s relief, was not the Voice. It
reminded her a bit of the slightly sweet aspect of the Voice but in a million
times overload. She didn’t like it.
“And little Dairy,”
said the strange man. “I always wished I could have you for my own. That way I
could eat you- uh I mean greet you whenever I want.”
Louise stared at him. His little mistake didn’t seem
intentional but you could never be sure. “Come along little children,” said he.
“Wait a second,” said Louise. “Who are you? What do you want
with us?”
The man said “My name is Lemonham. You can call me Lem.” Lem
of course was a ridiculous nickname but Louise said nothing. “As for your
second question, well, you’ll just have to wait and see. Heh heh heh!” His
laugh was even worse than his voice. Lemonham grabbed each girl by the arm. His
grip was like iron. Louise tried and tried but she couldn’t escape. Lem
shepherded them toward a long white car. The car was completely entirely white
including the windows. Even the tires were white. The door opened seemingly on
its own and Lemonham shoved the girls inside.
Inside the car was even whiter if that was possible. There
was a white wall separating the backseats from the front of the car. There were
two rows of nicely padded white seats. The walls were smooth and white. Louise
found that you could see out of white glass even better than normal, like
vision in HD. She was trying to find a way to open the door when her white
seatbelt coiled around her. She tried as hard as she could to escape the steely
grasp of the harness but she could see no button and could not wriggle out.
Lem’s honey voice echoed through the wall. “Let me deliver you to your doom- uh
I mean your room.”
Louise was about to
object but something caught her eye. A panel in the wall had slid open and out
came a white syringe filled with white liquid protruding out on a white metal
arm. Louise turned around and saw that the same thing had happened on Dairy’s
side but she didn’t seem to notice. “Close your eyes and think of something
happy!” said Lemonham. Dairy did as she was told but Louise could only watch as
the needle made its way into her flesh and then all she saw was white.
When Louise awoke she saw she was in a perfectly cube-shaped
stone chamber. There was a skylight in the roof but no other windows. Louise
could see it was early evening. She was lying on a lumpy mattress which was the
only thing in the room aside from a bucket in the corner. There was a metal
door that refused to open no matter how many times she tried. Louise sat down
in despair. Oodles of questions swirled around inside her head. Where was
Dairy? Was she all right? How long had she been here? Were her parents worried?
Why was she here anyway? What was wrong with that dude Lemonham? Where was he?
Where was she? Those and many more questions churned through Louise’s brain
until she couldn’t take it anymore. She lay down on the mattress and moaned.
Just then the door opened.
Louise sat up immediately. In stepped a woman. She wore a
bright crimson dress that came to her knees and pointy red high heels. Her lips
were slightly larger than normal. She had a behemoth light brown bun on top of
her head. “We are ready for you now,” she said in an accent that Louise could
not quite place.
“Why am I here? Who are you? Where is here anyway?” Louise
asked.
“We are underneath the Instratenationary Building. You may
call me The Escritoire,” answered the woman, ignoring Louise’s first question.
“Come with me. And don’t even think about escaping.” So Louise followed The
Escritoire through a long dark hallway.
If you were to see Louise on a normal day you would see her
dirty-blonde hair reaching to her waist, and her favorite black shirt with the
green accents, and her skinny jeans. But the most startling thing about her
appearance was by far her eyes. Louise’s eyes were bright green and always
seemed to glow. They looked both imaginative and clever and were always
shifting around, very alert, taking in everything. Everyone else in the family
had blue eyes but not Louise. But now as she was being led down the seemingly
endless passageway by a woman who called herself The Escritoire, her hair was
tangled, her clothes were crumpled and all you could see in her eyes was fear.
After what seemed like hours, The Escritoire stopped at a
huge black door and pulled out a long black key. The door didn’t appear to have
a doorknob or a keyhole but The Escritoire just inserted the key into the
middle of the door and the door disappeared. Inside was black nothingness.
Louise didn’t want to enter but The Escritoire gripped her arm and pulled her
in. Then the woman said, in her strange accent, “General’s office.” Then all
the black dissolved around the two of them.
In its place came a fairly small rectangular room with an
enormous desk that filled up over half the chamber. The desk was very tidy with
three stacks of important-looking papers in the corner and a strange assortment
of small wooden sticks in the middle. The man sitting at the desk had a black
cloth covering his whole face except for his eyes which were the same color as
Louise’s only slightly less bright. He had a black robe on. Louise wasn’t sure
whether or not to trust this man. He spoke to The Escritoire. His voice was
kind. He said, “Is this Louise?”
The Escritoire said, “Yes this is Louise.” Then the man turned
to Louise.
“You may call me The General. I apologize for any
misunderstandings with your transportation. That fellow Lemonham can be a
little… insensitive.”
“Where’s Dairy? What have you done with her?” demanded
Louise.
“You are dismissed,” said The General to The Escritoire. The
Escritoire walked briskly out the open door and closed it behind her. “Please
forgive me. I didn’t want to separate you but I had to. She is in a room much
like the one where my secretary picked you up but more comfortable. She is
being given three square meals a day. She is fine.” Then the man said “Now is
the time to ask any questions you may have. I apologize for anything not being
clear. Go on. Fire away.”
Over the next hour or so Louise learned many important
things. She learned that she was supernatural. Actually the scientific name
would be Oorargetalniam. She had powers that no one could even imagine. The
problem was figuring them out. She wasn’t the only one. There were about a
handful of Oorargetalniams in the world and they were identifiable by their
silver blood and luminous green eyes. The General was one himself! What Louise’s
mother (actually the Voice in her mother’s body) had meant in her strange
sentence was that, well, Louise’s grandfather had been an Oorargetalniam and
died in a car crash. Supposedly Louise could go back in time and reverse the
crash. But it had to be done within eighteen years which had already passed. It
was complicated. Louise’s grandfather would have been very valuable in Louise’s
training. When Louise asked about training The General answered that she had to
be trained so that she could learn to harness her powers. “What if I don’t even
want powers? What if I just want to be a normal girl?” probed Louise.
“Then that would be unfortunate,” riposted The General. “We need you to fight
the Tootootus.
“What is that?” “The
Tootootus is a congregation of evil monstrosities that gather in secret and
plot to overthrow us. They have such sheer number that a small organization
like us couldn’t possibly take them without help from special beings like you.
I was one but I gave my power up. A huge mistake. I didn’t know what I was
doing. Now I am doing everything I can to get my powers back but I haven’t had
much luck.”
Louise asked about the Voice.
The General answered that one
member of the Tootootus could wheedle his way into other peoples’ minds. “He
whispers into your brain. His enrapturing Voice drones out all other thoughts
until you want to die, until you are ready to do whatever it says if it can
just stop the pain.”
Louise wholeheartedly agreed.
“If you can destroy the
Voice speaker,” said the General, “then you will spare a lot of agony to other Oorargetalniams.
If you can destroy one malevolence in an army of billions, you will save all of
us- I mean all of you from that torture that I know you felt.” His voice echoed
through Louise’s head until she knew what she had to do.
Louise was led to a different chamber. The room itself was
identical to the other one except this one had a bed that was actually really
comfortable. It also had another door that led to a small bathroom. There was a
button on the wall for her to push if she needed any help or if she had an
important question. Louise lay down on the bed. She was very tired. Sleep came
easily. Random dreams swirled through her mind. Only one was distinct…
Louise was standing in a white misty landscape. Well
landscape wasn’t quite the word for it. It was more like white misty
nothingness. She heard Dairy’s little voice but didn’t see her which was
strange. Dairy’s voice said “Louise, The General is evil. He intends to feed me
to a machine that he has, called the Ooargehewinator. It will give him his
powers back. I don’t know how, I just know it really works. You have to destroy
the machine.” “How
do you know all this?” asked Louise. “The
General’s officers are careless about where they put their papers. Just keep
this in mind: The General will not be in his office tomorrow morning,” said
Dairy. “Thanks for the
advice. I hope to see you soon,” said Louise. “Wake!”
said Dairy’s voice. Louise woke.
Within an hour Louise had her plan all figured out. She pressed
the button that called for an employee to come help her. A high-pitched beep
sounded. In just a few seconds a man walked in and hastily shut the door behind
him. The man was wearing a crisp black suit with a white tie. He had closely
cropped black hair and wore sunglasses, normal black ones. “I need to see The
Escritoire. It’s urgent. Please,” beseeched Louise. The man took out of his
pocket a strange black object that looked like a smooth stone and spoke into
it; he said something that Louise couldn’t make out. Then he put the thing back
in his pocket. In walked The Escritoire. Both of the adults stared expectantly
at Louise. “Ummm… you are dismissed,” said Louise to the man. He walked out the
door. Then Louise performed a bit of magic she had been working on that caused
The Escritoire to dance uncontrollably. Louise didn’t know exactly how she did
it. She just thrust out her hand and said something random that came to her,
and it worked. “Googlymoogly.” While The Escritoire was still very surprised
Louise grabbed the key ring with the long black key on it that fit into the
huge black door. Then she ran through the hallway, it was still as long as she remembered,
until she came to the door. She inserted the key into the middle of the door
and stepped into the black void.
“General’s office,” said Louise.
Now she was in the familiar office of The General. There was the desk and there
were the papers. There was the strange assortment of sticks. There was also a
door across from the desk that Louise had not noticed before. She opened it.
Inside was the Ooargehewinator. It looked like a giant metal mouth with wicked
sharp teeth. The back of the machine went through the wall of the tiny room and
Louise could not see to the end. She shuddered. It looked like it would hurt a
lot if it ate you. She wasn’t sure how to destroy it but she just said the
random word that came to her and it seemed to do the job. “Patakateeka.” The
evil machine collapsed with a bang. Louise knew that people had heard it and
were on to her by now. She ran outside and kept going down the hallway without
any clear idea of where she was escaping to. Then she heard it. Dairy’s voice.
Coming from the door on her right. “Louise!” said Dairy’s voice. Louise thrust
a random key into the keyhole and, to her surprise, it fit. Louise turned it
and flung it open wide. Inside was Dairy!
The sisters ran up and hugged each
other. “You’re all right!” cried Louise. “So
are you!” cried Dairy. “I’ve
got so much to tell you!” said Louise. “Me too!” said Dairy. But their
happy reunion didn’t last long. “There
they are!” shouted The General. “Run!” cried
Louise. And they ran.
They ran as fast and hard as they
could with throngs of people right behind them. The sisters ran and ran their
way into open daylight and ran some more. While she was running a funny thing
was happening to Louise. Random spells just started popping up in her brain.
Spell after spell popped up until she knew all the spells she could possibly
know. Each spell made her run a little faster and a little farther until Louise
and Dairy were way ahead of their pursuers. Louise waited until they could no
longer see them, turned a corner, and told Dairy everything. Dairy told Louise
stuff too. Like how she found out about The General’s plans. Dairy could climb
up and reach her arm out of her tiny window which opened up into a clearing
where The General’s employees dropped a lot of important papers. She even found
a power crystal which, when eaten, enabled the consumer to be able to intercept
peoples’ dreams. Dairy also found a map that showed the exact location of the
Tootootus. Now all Louise had to do was to find and eradicate the Voice
speaker. How was she going to do that? With all her powers and spells she now
knew, Louise had a pretty good idea.
