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 * The floorboard creaked.**
 * By stepping along the edge of the wall he was trying not to make a noise, but still this one creaked.**
 * He froze and remained motionless for over a minute, listening for any sound from the room at the end of the corridor. As he heard nothing, he began to proceed. Then suddenly ceased. Above, the enemy stood, but by lurking in the shadows he should remain unseen. And he would have, if he hadn't became overwhelmed by dust and sneezed. Knowing that he was sure to meet his doom, he thrust what was left of the times of the Blue Knight into his falcon's talons. "Give it to Maggs." he whispered, and just as the falcon flew off, he turned to ashes.**

"That's the end" replied mom. "But who's Maggs?" questioned Stanely. "We will find out by reading the next sequel" she responded. "Oh, but it will take ages to get our hands on that book mom!" he whined. "Quit nagging Stan,you know there is only 3 copies in the world. We'll probably never read it." I said. "Moma,moma, say it ain't true moma!" "Enough Kenya! Go to your room!" she yelled. I rolled my eyes walking out as she promised Stanely that we'd read it. "Don't make promises you can't keep" I whispered. But she failed to hear, as I was already halfway up the stairs. Money was scarce in the Withen Family, father worked as a coppersmith, and was often gone to work. Mother had a part-time job at the town library. We hardly had enough money to put food on the table.

As I lay in my bed I began to think. After all, I was some what disapointed too. The series was above all I'd ever read, and the ending draws you in even more. As I thought about it I began to doze off. I awoke quite suddenly to the sound of yelling.I opened my eyes to see what was going on, as I looked around I noticed something peculiar. A wrinkled scroll lying on the floor. As I reached towards it the screaming stopped, then it disapeared. I told myself it was just an illusion. Then fell back into a deep sleep.

"Kenya, breakfast!, You too Stanley!", I rolled over in bed and sighed. Remembering nothing out of ordinary happening last night. I sat up, " Coming mother!" I yelled. As I pranced down the stairs I could already smell the maply syrup covered hot cakes.

CHAPTER 2 ~ Stanely's dream " Kenya" mother yelled as I reached the bottom of our narrow stair case. "What" I asked. Too hungry to stop and listen, I ran over to a plate stacked high with hot cakes. "Could you watch Stanely today" " I have to do some things in the library." " Oh mum," Stanely cried from somewhere behind us. " Can't we go with you, just for a little bit?" "What on Earth are you going to do in that musty old mess of a place?" " I wouldn't go there if I didn't have to ." She said. But momma and I both knew why Stanely wanted to go to the library. He loved to read, in the mornings he would even read the cereal box if he had nothing else to read. Pa tried to get him into coppersmithing but it usually resulted in Stan reading while Pa finishes up some projects for his beloved customers. "Please mum?" Stanely begged. "Fine" mom caved, " But your sister must come too." "Great" I murmered. I for one was not particularly excited about reading. Once we all sat at the table, well except for dad who was already at work, we began making small talk, and when there was nothing left to say we'd bite into a warm cake until we thought of a new conversation starter. During one of these times Stanely took a big gulp of orange juice and said, " I had the strangest of dreams last night." " Hmmm... " mom replied," Tell us about it." "Ok" he giggled, " But don't laugh." I was sleeping peacefully in bed, when I quickly awoke to the high pitched sound of screaming. " I wasn't really listening to closely but I nodded my head anyway. " I thought it was just Kenya, you know having a bad dream or something and then in a ray of moonlight shining in from my window I saw a rolled script." Suddenly something triggered in the back of my mind, I decided not to say anything though, I was not about to get Stanely all wild up. That always leads to disasters, instead I simply nodded again. " I reached toward it and all of a sudden it vanished into thin air." Stanely murmered. "What's really strange is that as soon as the scroll vanished, the screaming stopped. So I k,know for sure it wasn't Kenya." " It's real funny, ma I know it could never happen, but it's the exact same scroll I pictured in the ending of the Blue Knight series." Again something inside me triggered, this time I decided to speak up. " Hmm... I had the same dream." I said, trying not to make too much out of it in fear of Stanley's over excitedness, but it was too late. As I got up to bring my dish to the sink I could already see his eyes light up, and I could tell that by the look on his face that he was thinking, hard. Oh well I thought, I need something to keep me entertained over the Summer. And if that something was hiking through the mountains surrounding our modest little village, eh, so be it. " Kenya" the quiet little thinking figure spoke up. " Do you think that our dreams really meant something?" "Mmm...maybe. But do try not to forget that fairy tales are made for books." With that I left the kitchen to go gather my things for the library. For all I know a clue to this mystery might just be waiting there. CHAPTER 3 - At the Library " Are you ready to go Stanely?" Mother called up the stairs. "Yes, almost!" Stanely replied. " Ok, Kenya and I will be in the car waiting! I walked silently out the door and down the stone path that led to our driveway, I was still deep in thought took no notice to the falcon soaring above my head. "Caw, caw" I heard. I looked up at the sky, just as the falcon dove down at me. " I shrieked. "Kenya, are you ok?" I heard mom yell. By this point I was on the ground with my arms covering my head.I saw mom running down the foot path. "What in the world are you doing Kenya?" She questioned.