So, a lot has happened in my story so far. It started right after I moved to this new town. I’ve been tormented by smiles and hellos, been to a new school, gotten detention, made friends, been bullied, heard a meteor crash through the ceiling, accidentally stole a book, read from that book, caused a blizzard, released a crazy wizard, been chased by my new teacher, watched the sky rain cats and dogs, and seen all sorts of other weirdness, but none of it prepared me for what I was about to see…
After me, James and Hannah, climbed up the tree and crawled through my bedroom window, we saw who was calling me. Yup, there, propped against the lamp next to my bed was that old, dusty spell book, but now it had a face…
“Well, don’t just stand there,” it said. “Get over here so we can put an end to this madness.”
“You can talk?” I asked.
“Look, I know what you’re thinking. But, kids, there’s nothing to worry about.”
James said, “You’re a talking spell book. That’s definitely something we should worry about.”
“Come on, Corver,” Hannah said. “We don’t have time for this. We have to stop the Idiom Wizard before it destroys our whole town.”
The book smiled. “Actually, dear child, I am the true Idiom Wizard.”
James said, “Um, sorry to break this to you, but you’re a book.”
“Yes, yes. You’ve made that perfectly clear.” The book sighed. “Look, I’ll explain if I must, but quickly.”
The three of us just stood there looking at it. Not because we wanted to wait for it to explain, but because none of us wanted to risk picking it up. For all we knew, it would bite!
“You see,” it said, “I am the Idiom Wizard, but my mind is trapped in this book. What you see outside is merely my body.”
“Well, your body is trying to kill us,” I said, folding my arms over my chest.
“No, it’s trying to protect me. Ever since the spell was read and we were awoken, it’s been trying to get back to me so that we can reunite.”
A beam of light whizzed by the window and we shielded our eyes from its brightness.
“And how did you get separated to begin with?” I asked.
“I have Gargonzol to blame for that.”
“Ummm, who?” I said again. (Hey, if it thought repeating the same word was going to make us suddenly understand what it was talking about, then I could repeat myself, too!)
“Gargonzol. You know, that Martian out there who is fighting my body and trying to steal it for itself.”
“Wait a minute,” James said, peeking out the window. “Mr. Green is a Martian?”
“Not really,” the book answered. “Gargonzol is the Martian. But he stole that human’s body so that he could sneak around this planet unnoticed.”
I could have laughed at that. If he wanted to go unnoticed, then running around screaming probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do.
“Anyway,” the book continued, “he’s to blame for all of this. I used to be a happy wizard who just traveled and entertained the world with my magic. But then he came and wanted my magic for himself. At first, I was too powerful for him, but then I tampered with a spell that I shouldn’t have. That spell shattered my magical abilities into shards that are now scattered throughout this world.”
“Where?” I asked.
“I can’t say. But without them, I can’t control my powers. That’s why all that craziness happens wherever my body is. And if I can’t control my powers, then I’m not strong enough to stop Gargonzol.”
“Ohhh,” Hannah said. “I get it. So, since you weren’t strong enough to keep him from stealing your body, you hid yourself in this book so you wouldn’t be taken, too.”
“Exactly. But neither the King nor I wanted my body on the loose causing havoc. So the kingdom united and trapped it long enough for me to lock it away with a spell. For a while, I assisted the King, but life in a book can be quite dull, so I went to sleep, waiting for the day my magic shards are returned to me.”
James said, “Well that would have been never. Hate to break this to you, but no one even knows who you are, so no one was even looking.”
“Okay, fine,” I said. “So let’s say we believe you. And let’s say we are on the same side. What are we supposed to do now?”
The book frowned. “Why, we have to lock my body away again, and I must return to sleep. It’s the only way.”
“But what kind of life is that?” Hannah asked. “That’s not fair. You didn’t do anything wrong!”
“This is the only way. It’s not safe for it to be running loose.”
“No,” I said. “That isn’t the only way. In fact, I have a better idea.”
Everyone looked at me.
“Yup,” I said, grinning. “I have a much, much better idea.”
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