RETURN TO MISTASIA
PHILLIP & WHIZZY TRILOGY (BOOK 2)
MOUSE IN THE WHIZZENMOG HOUSE
Chapter 5
“Thirteen years!” Phillip
and I replied in unison.
I turned the television
on mute and tossed the remote on the floor.
“Does that mean Grace and
Princess Merran are thirteen years older?” Phillip asked in astonishment.
“Queen Merran,”
Rachel corrected. “She became queen just before we left.”
“That’s unbelievable. It
hasn’t even been a year here. How does that happen?” I questioned. It made my
head hurt to think about it.
“How did our sliding
glass door turn into a spinning black portal to another world? None of it seems
possible, but unless all three of us are having the same crazy dream, it
happened.” Rachel refolded her paper and put it in her jean pocket.
“What was that?” Phillip
asked as if he had heard a noise.
“I didn’t hear anything,
Phillip,” I said while listening intently.
“I thought I heard a
squeaky giggle.”
Rachel began to laugh. Then, I started laughing.
Phillip seemed confused at first. Then, he joined us with a snort which made
all of us laugh even harder.
But we quickly stopped.
Standing on the carpet next to the television was a small black mouse. It stood
on its hind legs and stared at us. It even seemed to smile.
Rachel screamed. I placed
my hand over her mouth. It was almost midnight and our mom was sleeping
upstairs.
“You’ll wake up mom!” I
whispered in her ear.
“It’s a friggin’ mouse,
Whizzy.”
“Phillip, get the
sticks!” I demanded.
The mouse’s expression
changed violently from a smile to fear. Its eyes bulged and it yelped when
Phillip handed me a hockey stick. We both dashed after the fleet- footed mouse
as it darted around the basement’s carpeted floor.
“Don’t kill it, Whizzy,”
Rachel yelled. “Phillip, stop!” She started to cry.
“Are you kidding me? What
do you want us to do with it?” I barked.
“Please, don’t kill me!”
A squeaky small voice echoed through the room. We all looked down at the black
mouse as it was cowering in the corner.
“Oh no,” I muttered. “Not
again!”
Rachel exploded off the
couch and ran between us almost knocking me down. “Are you from Mistasia?” She
asked in excited anticipation.
“Yes, Rachel Whizzenmog,”
the black mouse responded.
She picked up the
frightened creature and held him up in the air.
The three of us stared at
yet another talking creature in our basement. This was the third in the past
six months counting the snake that stole my sister for the sorcerer that worked
for King Cragon and Grace Tallon who appeared as an eagle.
“I am Aevion. I am a
servant to the Queen. Commander Tallon sent me here to ask for your help.” The
scared mouse pleaded. He rubbed his paws in a jittery fashion.
“Grace!” I responded. My
heart jumped at the thought of her. I wanted to see her, and had always hoped
she would return some day. “What’s wrong?”
“Commander Tallon needs
your assistance. I do not know for what purpose. I am only a humble servant to
the Queen. I am not an elven warrior. I only know that the commander was headed
to The Deadly Spray Forest after sending me through the portal.”
“What is it with the
forests in Mistasia?” I thought aloud. “Why can’t there be a Happy Cheerful Forest?”
“Aevion, how can we
help?” Rachel asked.
“Do you have your wands?”
He asked.
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