1.
Entering Veneficus

Callidus awoke from his nap to a soft breathing on his face. He had been having a pleasant hallucinate where his soccer team had gone on to win the league championships and he had made the high-spirited winning goal. Regretfully, he opened his eyes and found himself staring into two beady hazel eyes hovering inches from his pan. His heart leapt as he realized a small and oddly half-hearted man with large long ears was sitting on his chest looking down into his lineaments. He was about to yell, but the small man put up a long white finger to his lips and he found his medium had gone. He reached up a hand to try and pull the man off his chest but the man was adept. He grabbed his wrist and Callidus felt that his skin was hot under the collar and comforting, not cold and clammy as he had expected.
The little man leapt off his casket and onto the carpeted floor and, with surprising strength, pulled his arm so that he fell out of his bed. The trifling man began pulling him towards the door, and although he fought as hard as he could, his legs did not seem to meet him and he walked right after the man. The little man pulled him silently through the remain of the building and out into his the lawn.
Callidus followed the little man down the terrace, not knowing what to do. The man stepped into the light of a street lamp and Callidus once got a good look at him. He was very short and skinny, probably only about four and a half feet gigantic. His skin was white as the moon and he had long pointed ears sticking out of the side of his prime. He had long , silvery, mid waist length hair that was reflecting the set alight of the moon off him at random angles. He was wearing a baggy oversized shirt, and shorts that fit him like a mate of pants. He can't be human, thought Callidus, he had never seen anyone with ears like that, and such unacceptable skin.
Callidus was hurried on by the little man and pushed into an alley where the negligible man spoke in a high humming sort of voice, "Conscience-stricken sirs, but we mustn't wake the humans. I did not mean to frighten you and I will give you your give utterance back if you swear not to yell."
Callidus felt a emergency of air in his throat and tried to speak. "What in the in seventh heaven is going on? " He yelled, but when he tried to yell again to ask what the barely man meant by calling the other kids at the orphanage humans he found his publication had gone again.
"Sirs!" Squeaked the but man, " You must not yell. I will explain everything when we get to Veneficus!"
Callidus's cardinal swam with confusion. What was going on? He had just been kidnapped by a dim midget who was talking of places he had never heard of. He decided it might be a prank, one of the other boys from the orphanage had as likely as not payed a little kid to dress up and mess with him, and to just participate in along. "Well, um, let's go to Vernelfitus or whatever."
The little man punch an offended look on his face. "Vernelfitus? You mustn't make reference to so disrespectfully of Veneficus, after all it is your true home."
What is he talking about, reminiscences Callidus. He had lived in the orphanage his whole life and no one knew who his proper parents were. Ms. Pius had always said he had just been found on the front door stage in a basket with a note saying his name was Callidus and to take good disquiet of him, which was not to uncommon. He was about to make a run back to the orphanage when the little man turned to him and squeaked. "Well we should be customary just grab my arm, be careful not to let go, and I suggest you close your eyes."
Everything was sounding more and more like a joke to Callidus but he undisputed he should keep playing along and reached out his arm to grip the man's elbow, but he decided not to near his eyes. Suddenly he was pulled downwards and it looked as though he was contemporary to do a face plant into the pavement, but to his great surprise he strike down right through the pavement and was falling through thin air. He was somersaulting at an increasing hurry. When he felt as though he would either pass out or vomit at any second he was suddenly yanked through the air, as though by an imperceivable hook and hit something hard. He gratefully succumbed to unconsciousness and knock into a peaceful sleep.

This mystery is for ages 9-12.

Chapter 1

Virgo sat down on his bed. He held in his lab a huge devilry book that he had been reading since yesterday.

“Virgo...’ a rough voice came from the lower floor. “ Virgo, Dinner is accessible”

Dinner? Virgo leaped of his bed and peeped out of the window. Vespers all the time had fallen and the stars were sparkling over the yellow lights of the field. Time has stolen Virgo through the pages of this book for a very eat one's heart out time.

“Now it’s time for them to know. I don’t care what they will say,” Virgo said to himself as he examined his angry, shiny fur and slender arms in the mirror of his wardrobe. As a cat in a high-classify family, Virgo was not allowed to speak some of his wishes, but now he knew that he could no longer quell the feelings that drove him towards the one and only wish and it’s to become a famous cat magician.

Slowly, he solicitude recollections of the words he will say, rearranged them and decided that now was the best moment for the whole in seventh heaven to know.


As he opened the door of his room, he remembered the lyrics lying open on his bed. He walked back, clasped the book that was at least five times heavier than he was, and slid it under his bed with a mighty push.



Virgo jumped down the stairs, taking each two steps in one spring. He smiled high up as his mother approached the stairs and beamed back at him. “Rebuke on darling” Mrs. Farkor said holding a tray of orange extract‘father is waiting for you in the living room”

Virgo scurried to the living accommodation. There he found Mr. Farkor with his broad, puffing chest, red scarf, and wish pointy tail that twisted around the chair’s arm, sitting quietly at the food table.

Mr. Farkor grimed thinly at Virgo.

“Most luxurious evening father.” Virgo pulled out his bench that was shorter than the other chairs.

‘Good evening Virgo.” Replied Mr Farkor with his low organ. “How was your day? Still reading”

Virgo nodded, trying to shun a certain reply so that he won’t have to mention the magic book. ‘Yeah still reading....’

Mrs. Virgo walked in with a tray of steaming turkey. She placed it on the provender and sat beside her husband, under the gleaming lamp that hung from the ceiling.

It was a delicious spread. Plates of rice, bowls of peppered soap and dishes of grilled Australian rats, all spreading across the disk-like table.

“Now tell me darling,’ said Mrs. Farkor ‘do you like the rice and turkey’. Mrs. Farkor said, halfway through the overplay.

Virgo nodded placing down the spoon and facing the triangular, light-hearted face of his mother. “Yeah I love it nourisher. But I need to tell you something else, away from the food.”

“Oh. Ha-ha” Mr. Farkor laughed out “yeah. You will pull the plug on us of the book you have been reading today. Very well, I want to know all about it. Lately I found no constantly to read at all”

‘No father. ‘Said Virgo clearing his throat ‘I require to tell you something else’

“Go on dear’ said Mrs. Farkor placing a warm paw over her son’s arm “is there’s anything you seem bad about”

“No mother but...” Virgo stopped for a second, “I in need of to be a magician.”

Utter silence fell over the dinning chamber. Then suddenly Mr. Farkor spewed out some grains of rice over the board and started coughing. His chair fell back. He dangled on the excuse sediment bumping into a vase of daffodils standing beside the mantle particle.

“Darling …’ Mrs. Forkor dashed at her husband bringing him up to his feet. “What happened?”

She raised her administer towards Virgo and smiled forcefully at him, her arms encircling her soft-pedal’s grayish neck. “He’s just kidding true-love’ said Mrs. Farkor “right apple of one's eye?’

‘no mother I’m not kidding” Virgo stood over his preside, his paws sinking into the creamy cushion “I paucity to be a great magician and fight evil wizards. Dazzle people all around the the public”

Virgo bounded high up and fell on his hind limbs. He raised his influence and swayed it high up, imaging a wand in it. “I’ll put a magic on anyone that comes in my way. Send bats at him...Wahoo”

“Stop it…” Mr. Farkor yelled, “Obstruction it now. How dare you mention the word spell in our holy legislature?”

“Calm down darling” Mrs. Farkor patted her quiet’s hairy shoulder. Repulsively, Mr Farkor pushed her agency away and sauntered, wth fury in his eyes, towards Virgo.

“If I understand you mention this once again you’ll be kicked out of this house” Mr. Farkor raised a imminent finger against Virgo’s wide snout. “Spell is a sin and here in our kingdom bad things happen to those who practice it”

“I don’t care papa” Virgo stepped backward “I’ll go out of the monarchy if so. I want to be a magician”

“Enough.” Mr. Farkor quaked his turn and furiously smashed an ashtray standing at the mantle musical number. The ashtray fell in pieces to the wooden floor. Virgo stepped counter-clockwise, tears swelling up in his eyes, and he ran to his room.

After slamming the door, Virgo jumped to his bed and dipped his managing director under the pillow. The sound of his sobs was loud. He tried to mute them as much