Chapter 2

“This is my endless Emporium of differences. Do you like it?” he questioned, staring deep into her amber eyes. Daisy looked around, then cluelessly nodded. She loved the odd objects scattered around everywhere: the rusted cages for exotic animals; the night and day pictures, which changed depending on the sun and the moon; and the glistening shining sap in the broken basket. “You know it’s not correct to touch strangers things. So why do you do this to my amazing book? It’s out of bounds, ok?” he shouted, watching her.

In a bellow of smoke and a flick of his cape, he was gone. The golden eagle perched in the corner, shrouded in silence. The temptation came back; the book was just there. She noticed that on the cover a name was dented into the leather. Checking no one was listening, she read out the words “The Wonderous Book Of Maxine Mitadation!” Reaching out, she grabbed the silver bound book and opened the first page. The swiggly writing curved off the page, the dry ink pointing to the curtains.

Detracted, she put the book down, looked up and saw magpies twisting up above her head. Meanwhile, a magpie, which was on the top shelf, quickly took her hands and lead her towards the precarious doors behind the curtain.

​Stopping just infront of a door, she waited, staring deep into the pealing paintwork. She knew what do, she slowly twisted the handle, she was in.