May 2, 2016
Chapter FiveGoing Back In.
Dorothy was a very bright little girl, and she thought and thought about that door, until she could talk with Kimberly at school. It was lunchtime and she was sitting with her tray at a table, waiting for her friend to catch up.
"You mean it wasn't there?" asked Kimberly. She had taken the fact that Dorothy had tried to share the secret with her father, really well. She liked Dorothy's dad, and the rest of it was unavoidable. Except the door's disappearance.
"You know what I think?" asked Dorothy.
"I think the door hid itself," said Dorothy. "It didn't want everyone else to know about it."
"But," objected Kimberly. "Then why did it let us see it?"
"I don't know, Kimberly," said Dorothy. "It is a mystery: a magical mystery!"
"So, what are you going to do?" asked Kimberly. "Are you just going to pretend it never happened?"
"No way!" said Dorothy. Her eyes sparkled like gems as the light from the ceiling hit them, when she looked up at Kimberly who was still standing beside the table. "I am going to move that trunk again and go back to that room."
Kimberly put her tray down, and then slid into a chair across from Dorothy. "But it isn't there anymore," she said.
"I think it is," said Dorothy. "I think it is being sneaky! It didn't want to be bothered by all the others. But it likes us."
"What makes us special?" asked Kimberly.
"I don't know," replied Dorothy. "But something does, and I want to find out what is going on."
"That room scares me," said Kimberly. "Even if it is there next time, I don't think I want to go back."
"Don't be like that," said Dorothy. "You are my best friend, and this is going to be fun! And we will be fine. We know how to be careful."
Kimberly simply grunted her reply. She wasn't so sure they would know how to be careful enough for that magical place.
For two days, Debby and Brad had still not let up from their laughing at Dorothy's "little joke," making her feel miserable for having said anything. But, then Kimberly came over for another visit.
"Don't say anything to anyone about the trapdoor," cautioned Dorothy at school. "They don't know you saw it. So, they think it is all in my imagination. That is good. It will keep them out of our way."
"Okay," said Kimberly. "You can count on me; I won't say a word."
But, when Kimberly's mom dropped her off at the door, Debby was right there to meet her. "Did Dorothy tell you about her little door in the attic?"
"What door?" asked Kimberly.
"Oh, so she didn't tell you!" said Debby. She was excited to be able to break the news herself.
"No, what door is that?" said Kimberly, playing along.
"Dorothy found a door in the attic," said Debby. "But, it isn't there! She just made it up."
"First I have heard of it," said Kimberly. "I wonder why she did that?"
"Why don't you ask her?" replied Debby.
"I will," said Kimberly with a knowing smile.
When Dorothy walked in, she said, "Hi Kimberly!"
Debby stood there until Dorothy replied to Kimberly's question, "I will tell you later when we are alone."
Debby shook her head and ran up the stairs into the room she shared with Dorothy. Brad was over at a friend's house so they found the living room empty for the moment.
"Mom has a headache this afternoon," said Dorothy. "So, she has laid down for a nap. Debby is busy in our room, and Brad is over at Todd's house. We should have no trouble getting into the room today."
"If it is there when we look," said Kimberly skeptically. "And what if Debby comes around checking up on us?"
"She won't," said Dorothy. "She is busy with her dolls, and told me to leave her alone. The only reason she was waiting for you was because she wanted to make me look silly about the trapdoor."
"Okay," said Kimberly. "What if the door isn't there, when we look?"
"It will be," said Dorothy optimistically. "I just know it!"
In no time at all, flashlight in hand, just in case, they were in the attic, pushing on the trunk, sliding it out of the way. And there, was the trapdoor, and the brass plate. Dorothy pushed on the plate, it popped up again and soon they were heading down the stairs, into the magic room.
"I wish," said Dorothy, before she was halfway down the dark stairs. "That this room will be lit up very brightly."
This time not only was the ceiling bright, but the walls as well. And the wooden carving was not just hanging on the wall, it was cut into a door.
"Hey," said Kimberly. "That man's wand is back on top of the book again."
"Yes it is," said Dorothy. "But look at the wooden door he is carved into. I wonder what is on the other side?"
"It might be a monster," said Kimberly, shaking with the memory of that dragon and unknown terror that had been after them.
"I'll bet there isn't," said Dorothy. "I wish that door was open!"
Suddenly, the wooden door started to move. It creaked loudly, as if it hadn't been opened for a very long time, and the hinges squeaked and groaned in protest, as it continued to move, swinging all the way open, right into a dark room behind it.
Even though the room was dark, it did have a window on the far wall, and that let some light in, but not enough to see clearly.
With a little squeal, Dorothy ran into the room, and tripped over something on the floor, dropping her flashlight. Fortunately she landed on a soft carpet and was fine. In fact it felt very comfortable on the floor.
"I wish this room were lit up," said Dorothy. A torch, sticking out of a holder on the wall, suddenly started to burn, and they could see better.
"It is still too dark in here,'" complained Kimberly. However, with the help of the torch and giving their eyes time to adjust, things started to take shape, and some of them were recognizable.
The first thing Dorothy spotted was a stool, and she jumped up and ran over to it. She dragged it over to the wall with the window. The window was too high for her to look out of, other than up at a small part of the sky.
Dorothy started climbing the stool, which had four legs, and rungs mounted inside of them, which she used as steps to climb higher and higher, finally reaching the top, where she got up onto the seat. She wobbled on her feet, and had to lean against the wall, but her eyes were just at the right height to look out the window, and she couldn't believe her eyes!
"Oh Kimberly!" exclaimed Dorothy. "I think outside is the same place we visited when I threw the switch before. In the sky is a dark shape far away, and it might be the dragon."
"Oh boy," said Kimberly with a sigh. "I really wanted to see that monster again."
"But there is more," said Dorothy. "There is a huge stone castle standing on a hill, and it has big mountains all around it."
"That means the dragon probably has people to eat," said Kimberly. She shuddered.
"No it doesn't," said Dorothy. "There is a crowd of people out on the grassy area near the castle. There are tents and horses. In fact, I see two knights riding around. This is like olden times!"
"Well," said Kimberly. "Guess what I found? A great big book that looks just like the book that is in that wooden carving."
Dorothy smiled and jumped down off the stool. "Really?" she asked. "Where is it?"
"It is on this desk in the corner" replied Kimberly. "It is all dusty, like it's been here forever."
Kimberly reached out to touch the cover to see how it felt, and just as her fingertips made contact with the cover, the door slammed shut with a bang!
Both girls screamed and ran for the door to open it and get away, but the door was locked tight.
"I wish this door was open!" shouted Kimberly, but the door didn't budge.
However, a strange voice echoed off the walls, speaking in a language, Dorothy didn't know. She wispered, "I wish we could understand that voice and what it is saying." And suddenly she could!
"I don't think that sort of thing is going to work," said the voice from behind them.
Dorothy, whirled around and saw a man standing near the window. Only he wasn't quite solid, because she could see the wall right through him.
"Who, who are you?" stammered Dorothy.
"My name, which will mean nothing to you, is Girmal, son of Petod the Great," replied the ghostly man. "However, since you are in my chambers, it is I who ask you, who are you, and what are you doing here?"
"I want to go home," said Kimberly, as tears started running down her cheeks.
Dorothy was just as frightened as Kimberly, but she was thinking hard what to do. Maybe if she could say something to make this ghost leave them alone, they could get back. If they did she vowed to herself she would never come back!
"Please Mr., ahm, what was your name again? I am so sorry, I am really sorry, but we didn't mean to bother your things!" Dorothy was trying to think of something to say but all she could do is talk, not even knowing what she was saying.
"What is your name child!" demanded the apparition. The phantom was starting to appear more solid, and less like a ghost, and his voice suddenly became deeper and much louder.
"Dorothy, I'm Dorothy, and this is my friend Kimberly, and, and we want to go home," and tears were now running down her cheeks as well.
"Little girls," said Girmal. "Who want to be home, should not be playing in Wizards' secret chambers."
"We didn't know!" said Dorothy. "The door just opened, and we walked in. We didn't know anyone was here or that it belonged to you. We are sorry!"
"The door just opened?" asked the man. He sounded very surprised. Suddenly he was as solid as the wall, and the girls saw a wand in his hand, which he waved and the room suddenly was as bright as a sunny day in summer. "How did you open the magic door? It was sealed against all intrusion."
"I just said, 'I wish that door were open,' and it opened up," said Dorothy.
The wizard's eyebrows dipped and his eyes were in a squint of surprise. What manner of child was this, who could cast spells powerful enough to override his protective seal? Perhaps he needed to know her better. Maybe she could be of use to him.
"I will allow your companion, Kimberly, to leave," said Girmal. "But you, Dorothy, must stay. I need to know more about your powers, that you can find my secret spaces, and cast spells to enter my chambers."
Dorothy could see that Kimberly wanted to go very badly, but her friend was true to the end.
"I am not going to leave without my friend Dorothy," said Kimberly, as tears continued to tumble down her cheeks.
"Very well," said the wizard. "The choice is yours."