chapter 2 wonderous Emporium Dylan
Chapter 2 A Warning Disobeyed
“I am Charles Frost” exclaimed the shopkeeper, not taking his eyes of Jackson waiting until he spoke. ” Have you ever seen a place more wonderful than this” replied Mr. Frost, “You may look around my shop full off worried wonder but you must not touch my book of waiting wonder” he explained, just as Jackson was going to talk Mr. Frost he turned his back to go back to hiding with the book of waiting wonders.
Once the owner had left, Jackson darted thought each room with joy taking over his body. In the shop he came to a stop see a unopened door creeping in the shadows waiting to let what ever is in side to be released. Jackson went into the room clutching his cloths he saw a battered book with Gold writing Saying Waiting wonder. But the book of waiting wonder was flicking thought pages but it was doing it with no one touching it. Jackson let goes of his t-shirt and stops the book from going to a new page.
The waiting wonders pushed so hard that Jackson let it close he opened the book and flickered though each page as fast as a fish darting though water. Inside he saw all of the wonder he raced past going faster thought the pages finding a new arear full of waving wonders controlling you to take you in. He closed the book in joy wanting to go and see all the new wonder he discovered.
Without thinking, Jackson scribbled down his ideas on to the old crumpled page will darting to the room existed to discovered what was inside quickly looked at what he had placed on the battered page. It was it was the only thing his mind desired letters marched like solders across the dap pages of the book.
Without warring, he closed the book in excitement and headed up the crumbling stairs. He stopped. and spotted two silver magpies like robots with gold eyes glimmering in the flickering light one of the magpies led him down into undiscover place it looked like a void about to pull him in. the over magpie beaconed him up he trusted the top magpie and darted up with it. He stood in front of a door that look just like the rest he thought that the magpie was not the one he need to follow he trusted the magpie hitting the door with its unpainted beak. He listened to the magpie and went in.
He stepped through the door and found him not in a room but in what he scribbled down inside Mr. Frosts book it was the relaxing water crashing on the walls in a loop of crashing up and getting puled back in every time it got bigger when it slashed back in Jackson was the closes he has been to getting wet with no one around he darted to the ladder down and join all the ants struggling to swim.
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