Beyond: Snillotia Trilogy Book One by Donna Wagner (books you have to read TXT) 📕

She blinked her large eyes very slowly. She jumped off the chair then and ran towards the door.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

"Wait!"

Anna and Tim raced after her as they saw her curly tail disappeared down the hallway. They reached the door and she was sitting, patiently in front of it. The door clicked open and began to open on its own. "We are in the palace."

Tim tore his eyes from the pug and saw the room he had been sleeping in. He rushed in, with Anna close behind. When they turned back, Goldie was still in the doorway watching. Anna bent down and picked her up. "Thank you, Goldie. We insist you stay with us, so you aren't alone anymore."

Goldie licked her nose, catching Anna totally by surprise. Tim laughed. "Wait, the books!"

He ran back in the room and came back with the books his mom wrote and dumped them on the bed, then he went back for all her journals. He started to close the door and Goldie barked, "Wait! You'll cut off my connection to Storage, if you do that. I can't be disconnected from Storage!"

Tim stopped just in time and swung the door wide open. He went to the large armchair in the corner and pushed it in front of the door.  "There. Now we can't even close it, accidentally."

"Thank you," Goldie said, feeling more comfortable staying in the palace with a link to her home present.

Suddenly, the door to the bedroom burst open. Anna's mom came running in. "I thought I heard voices! I'm so happy your back,'" she cried hugging Anna, who was still holding Goldie.

Goldie let out a yelp at being squished between them. "Oh! Aren't you the cutest thing!"

"Actually, I'm supposed to be scary. Don't tell anyone my secret!"

Anna and Tim laughed, while Einna jumped back in shock. She smiled slightly as she recovered herself. "Let's go downstairs. You must be hungry, and everyone will be so happy your back."

Their grandparents were overjoyed to see them back safe and sound and of course scolded them playfully for leaving in the first place. They all loved Goldie as well, after they got over the shock that she was the mythical gup and that she could talk. "So, what did you discover?" Tre asked after they had finished eating.

"Well, nothing yet, but I learned my mom wrote a lot of stuff down. I think there may be a clue in her journals."

Tim's grandmother smiled, remembering her daughter's fondness for journaling and how it had worked out wonderfully when her power had appeared. Anna shook her head. "I think the books are what we should focus on, not the journals."

"What books, dear?" Grandma An asked.

"My mom, uh, wrote books. It was her job. She wrote a whole series of children's books. She was writing the last one when she, uh, well she didn't finish the last one."

Grandma Aras smiled again, thinking how wonderful those stores must be, again remembering her daughter's gift, then the color drained from her face. "Why would she be so careless? No wonder they found her," she said with tears in her eyes.

"No, she used another name. A pen name, I think they call it. Sarah Erickson," Anna explained.

"How did you know that?" Tim asked, quite surprised.

Anna rolled her eyes at him. "I read it on the cover of the books, back in the room."

"Oh."

Grandpa Cire smiled. " That's my clever girl!"

Grandma Aras slowly smiled again too, catching on. Tim knew that was the name his mom used, but it seemed like an ordinary name to him. He didn't know why his grandfather thought it was clever. Anna rolled her eyes at him again. "I don't get it," he said more to himself, then anyone in the room.

Goldie heard him. "Your mother turned her parents’ names backwards and used them to create her pen name."

"Oh," Tim said, again, "I think I need some sleep!"

At that, everyone said goodnight and went to their rooms. Tim moved the pile of books and journals to the desk in his room. He grabbed the journal they had found first since it seemed to be the earliest, planning to read a little before going to sleep. As soon as he lay down, he heard a tapping on the door. Anna poked her head in. "I want to read the first book your mom wrote."

He pointed toward the desk and Anna went over to look at the pile. There were fourteen books so far. She assumed the papers were what had been written of the fifteenth. "Which one is first?" she asked, looking back at Tim.

Having read the stories as long as he could remember, he knew without even thinking about it. "Invisible".

Anna grabbed it and went back to her room. Goldie was curled up on the chair in the corner. Anna pulled a blanket off the bed and put it around her. A loud snore was her response. She smiled and climbed into bed, opened the book and began to read. Suddenly, it was like a movie was playing in front of her. She had been right. Nelle had had the power to give life to the written word. She watched the story unfold.

Once upon a time, when the air sizzled with magic and anything was possible, there lived a child. This child was always watching, waiting for the magic to come to her. As she grew older, she saw all those around her suddenly be able to do wondrous things. Her older brother could create winds. Her older sister could create music out of thin air. Her younger sister could paint anything then make it real by pulling it off the paper. Her younger sister's power was the latest to appear, it had shown up on her thirteenth birthday the week before. Even her younger brother, who was only eleven, was beginning to show promise of some kind of power with animals. As long as