"You can start by a simple incantation!"
"Do I have to point a wand or anything?"
"Only if you need to focus. I believe your quite focused on changing your horse back!"
"So I just say the words?"
"And-- you have to walk to the right three steps and shake your whole body. Then walk three steps to the left and shake. Finish it off by turning around three times."
"This looks funny!" I said as I walked to the right three steps, then shaking my body as if I were doing some tribal ritual. I walked to the left and shook. That's when I notice Mischief laughing wildly and rolling on the ground.
"Heeeee, heeeeeeee, Heeeeeeeee. Ooooooooo.Heeeeee." Mischief laughed hysterically. "Oh, your not a dancer are you? I was just teasing. Didn't think you'd really do it."
"That's not funny!" I shouted.
"I was just having a little fun. No hard feelings."
"My horse is still purple!"
"You just have to say the words. No shaking. Please no more shaking! Hee Hee. Hee." Mischief said with more chuckles.
" Okay, here it goes!"
I looked at my horse White Shadow who was still the color purple and POOF! White Shadow turned back to his normal color black.
"I did it!" I shouted.
Mischief walked over and scratched his head.
"What's wrong?" I inquired.
"Something's not right?" He said then purrred.
"What?"
"I don't know. That's what frightens me." Mischief said.
Chapter 7
7. FLYING DAGGERS
A book series by Sir Herbert Sneakies
copyright 1998, 2002, 2004
written by Marylin Hebert
Book I The Battle Of The Black Witch
Book II The Curse of Hexagon
Book III The Mask Of The Parallel World
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Sunday, July 17, 2011
TheTrouble With Magic
Chapter 3
I ran quickly towards the grove. I didn't want my friends to see me. I found White Shadow chewing on a ripe apple. Slight problem, the apple was the size of a chair! "Oh!" I wailed with shock as my black horse was purple and wearing a pink tutu! "What in the jimmy crickets is going on?" I cried out in terror.
Mischief my cat was at my feet purring. Prrrrrrrrrr. "I tried to tell you earlier," he said calm as a clam.
"Ahhhh. Your still talking." I said with shock.
"At this point, me talking is the least of your problems you have to worry about!" Mischief said.
"Alright if you know something, I think this would be a good time to share."
I pleaded hysterically.
"You made a spell to grow fruit. Clearly by the look of things or in this case the size of thing, your spell didn't go very well. And any second ... your friends at your party are about to get squashed like little bugs. This will be very disastrous if you don't do something quick. Remember the journal you got today? It had your first lesson in it." Mischief explained to me like a school teacher.
"Let me get this straight. You’re saying I did this! Me?" I asked puzzled.
"The journal is your guide. You had instructions to learn levitation today. However, you cast a spell instead. Obviously, you did the spell backwards, to say the least." Mischief said in a huffy tone and then pointed his paw to a boulder sized orange rolling right towards us.
"Ut oh," I squealed. "This is bad, very bad. Run," I cried as I started to bolt away from this dangerous citrus.
excerpts from Margaret Merlin's Journal Book I The Battle Of The Black Witch
by Marylin Hebert aka Sir Herbert Sneakies
I ran quickly towards the grove. I didn't want my friends to see me. I found White Shadow chewing on a ripe apple. Slight problem, the apple was the size of a chair! "Oh!" I wailed with shock as my black horse was purple and wearing a pink tutu! "What in the jimmy crickets is going on?" I cried out in terror.
Mischief my cat was at my feet purring. Prrrrrrrrrr. "I tried to tell you earlier," he said calm as a clam.
"Ahhhh. Your still talking." I said with shock.
"At this point, me talking is the least of your problems you have to worry about!" Mischief said.
"Alright if you know something, I think this would be a good time to share."
I pleaded hysterically.
"You made a spell to grow fruit. Clearly by the look of things or in this case the size of thing, your spell didn't go very well. And any second ... your friends at your party are about to get squashed like little bugs. This will be very disastrous if you don't do something quick. Remember the journal you got today? It had your first lesson in it." Mischief explained to me like a school teacher.
"Let me get this straight. You’re saying I did this! Me?" I asked puzzled.
"The journal is your guide. You had instructions to learn levitation today. However, you cast a spell instead. Obviously, you did the spell backwards, to say the least." Mischief said in a huffy tone and then pointed his paw to a boulder sized orange rolling right towards us.
"Ut oh," I squealed. "This is bad, very bad. Run," I cried as I started to bolt away from this dangerous citrus.
excerpts from Margaret Merlin's Journal Book I The Battle Of The Black Witch
by Marylin Hebert aka Sir Herbert Sneakies
Spells That Go Wrong!
"Mischief?" I cried out.
"Up here!" Mischief said as he was hanging from the apple tree.
"You have alot of explaining to do." I said with big questioning eyes.
"You Margaret are a....We'll it's not at all surprising that magic runs in the family. For instance look at your last name, Merlin. Merlin after the great Wizard himself. And of course your father, the famous Magician. Your Mothers water broke on Easter Island, and so on and so forth. So it's only natural that you posses magical talent, too." Mischief said matter of fact.
"Me? But how? My Dad does magic but it's not real magic. They're illusions." I chimed.
"That's true. The magic jean skips every two generations. Which means your turn, if you will do the math." Mischief said.
"Are you saying----I'm a- I'm a--- witch." I said rather upset.
"Witch, warlock, wizardess, page, magician, sorcerer whatever you call it these days. It all adds up to you have the gift!"
"Oh, I think I'm going to faint......" I plopped on the ground. I woke up when I felt a wet tongue licking me. "Where am I?" I turned as starred at my cat.
"Your in your backyard." Mischief responded.
"Oh, for a second there. I thought everything would be back to normal." I said.
"Margaret, that's what I've been trying to tell you. It is normal for you
to use magic. Except you need a little guidance because clearly you don't know what your doing." Mischief said as he pointed to my purple horse in pink tutu.
"Ummmm, can you tell me how to fix him back? Mr. Cat." I asked.
"It's Lutemius Preximus. But, I've become rather used to the name Mischief. So, take your pick."
Coming soon to Amazon Books the Wizard Diaries.
What would you do if you were an ordinary kid and you learned that you just inherited magical powers and now would have to battle a witch or be doomed? By the way this witch disguises herself as Aunt Martha attending Margaret's birthday party. Clever and sneaky.
Just another day in the life of a wizard in the good ole USA.
Margaret Merlin is turning 13 today and a mysterious stranger arrives at her house with a present. The present is a journal that magical writes cryptic code and instructions to let Margaret know she is the long lost descendant of Merlin the Wizard. She will be keeper of this magical power but many enemies will want to steal the power and use it for evil.
Enjoy updates and meet the characters in this action/adventure story in wizardry fun.
by Sir Herbert Sneakies
copyright 1998, 2000, 2004
Marylin Hebert
"Up here!" Mischief said as he was hanging from the apple tree.
"You have alot of explaining to do." I said with big questioning eyes.
"You Margaret are a....We'll it's not at all surprising that magic runs in the family. For instance look at your last name, Merlin. Merlin after the great Wizard himself. And of course your father, the famous Magician. Your Mothers water broke on Easter Island, and so on and so forth. So it's only natural that you posses magical talent, too." Mischief said matter of fact.
"Me? But how? My Dad does magic but it's not real magic. They're illusions." I chimed.
"That's true. The magic jean skips every two generations. Which means your turn, if you will do the math." Mischief said.
"Are you saying----I'm a- I'm a--- witch." I said rather upset.
"Witch, warlock, wizardess, page, magician, sorcerer whatever you call it these days. It all adds up to you have the gift!"
"Oh, I think I'm going to faint......" I plopped on the ground. I woke up when I felt a wet tongue licking me. "Where am I?" I turned as starred at my cat.
"Your in your backyard." Mischief responded.
"Oh, for a second there. I thought everything would be back to normal." I said.
"Margaret, that's what I've been trying to tell you. It is normal for you
to use magic. Except you need a little guidance because clearly you don't know what your doing." Mischief said as he pointed to my purple horse in pink tutu.
"Ummmm, can you tell me how to fix him back? Mr. Cat." I asked.
"It's Lutemius Preximus. But, I've become rather used to the name Mischief. So, take your pick."
Coming soon to Amazon Books the Wizard Diaries.
What would you do if you were an ordinary kid and you learned that you just inherited magical powers and now would have to battle a witch or be doomed? By the way this witch disguises herself as Aunt Martha attending Margaret's birthday party. Clever and sneaky.
Just another day in the life of a wizard in the good ole USA.
Margaret Merlin is turning 13 today and a mysterious stranger arrives at her house with a present. The present is a journal that magical writes cryptic code and instructions to let Margaret know she is the long lost descendant of Merlin the Wizard. She will be keeper of this magical power but many enemies will want to steal the power and use it for evil.
Enjoy updates and meet the characters in this action/adventure story in wizardry fun.
by Sir Herbert Sneakies
copyright 1998, 2000, 2004
Marylin Hebert
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