THE MOUNTAIN KING
A Secret
Doorway Tale: Book 5
By
V.A. Jeffrey
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design by V.A. Jeffrey
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right 2012
The old walnut tree, long healed of the miserable
disease of worms and webs stood tall and proud. It's expansive
branches were cloaked in new spring leaves, providing shade for its
yard and the next. It waved its branches slightly but no one saw or
noticed. A light breeze blew through its leaves but that wasn't the
only thing rustling its leaves. The neighborhood children were
playing in its branches and it was ever watchful of them. Especially
over one child in particular for it was she who rid it and its kin in
the surrounding woods of the perstilences they had endured for years.
“Higher! Higher!” Taunted Sam.
“I can't climb that high!” Complained Sarah. She had
finally made it up the trunk to the first section of lower branches.
Her brother Sam was nearly at the top of the tree and he was rocking
back and forth on a large branch as if riding a rocking horse.
“You're not supposed to be up here anyway. You're too
little.” He warned.
“No I'm not!” She protested.
“Whatever. Come on , Anne and Jamie, hurry up! I can
see the whole forest from up here!” Sam urged. Jamie was making his
way deftly up towards the highest branches. Anne followed behind. She
was pretty good at climbing trees but she had never climbed this
high. Still, the height did not frighten her. She had stood on trees
far taller than this.
Sam
was right. They really could see the forest and the tops of all the
houses from their lofty position. She managed to get close to Sam and
Jamie. Sarah, far below, fussed at them indignantly for leaving her
behind.
“Just stay where you are Sarah. It's too dangerous for
someone small like you!” Anne called down. “You might fall.”
The boys began teasing her. Their voices receded into white noise as
Anne surveyed the sight below. She could see the wide spray of
daffodils in her backyard, little yellow paint daubs from her vantage
point. The koi fish pond gurgled happily in its little corner of the
yard. The scales of the brightly colored fish sparkled in the
sunlight. She turned and her eyes caught movement in the field of
wildflowers across the way. Someone was trying to get into the shed!
It was Jordan, one of the popular fifth graders from school. He had
an old stool and he was standing on it, climbing through the broken
window. Suddenly the stool rocked off its legs and he slipped and
fell inside! Anne looked around to see if anyone saw this incident
and began to climb down. In her rush to move to the branches below
she slipped and fell.
“Ahhh, woah!” She cried and unwittingly let go,
feeling herself in freefall. She saw nothing but whirring leaves,
branches and streaking sunlight in her panic. She heard the other
kids screaming and then she felt her body abruptly hit something. It
wasn't quite hard but not soft. Her eyes were closed.
“Did you just see that?”
“I saw it!”
“Me too!” The other kids began scrambling down. Anne
was breathing hard, feeling herself itch with perspiration and
adrenaline. She'd landed into a nest of branches, twigs and leaves.
“What happened?” She asked in slight daze.
“The tree! It liked. . .moved!” Said Sam, his face
flushed with excitement and relief.
“Yeah. It twisted its branches and caught you before
you fell all the way down!” Said Jamie. Suddenly the tree trembled
and deftly lowered her to the ground. The other kids gasped.
“It's. . . alive!” “Sooooo cool!” They all
gathered around her, gazing up at the old walnut tree in wonder.
“Thanks.” She whispered. It trembled again and the
other kids backed away when it rumbled something low and
incomprehensible.
“Whaa?” Said Jamie. Anne knew what it meant.
“Thanks?!?” Exclaimed Sam. “I've lived in this
house my whole life and I've never seen that tree move by itself. How
did it do that?”
“Do you like trees Sam?” She asked.
“Yeah. Sure.”
“Take care of them and they will take care of you.
They might even talk to you.” As the other kids began speculating
on how and why a tree would move and talk of its own accord Anne
glanced over towards the field in the woods.
“I'll be right back!” She said, climbing over the
gate and towards the field. As sure as the sun, the shed was standing
there with its old green door, locked, the window had long since been
shattered. And there was no sign of Jordan.
2
Who does he think he is? That's MY special place!
She thought vehemently. She was throwing shoes in the closet and
slamming clothes away in drawers. She stalked across her room and
looked out the window. She couldn't see the field from here which
made her even angrier.The shed wasn't a place for jokers and dumb
kids who only cared about fart jokes, burping and picking on other
kids! It wasn't a place for kids who didn't take anything seriously.
It was special. It was dangerous. Besides, what did he know? Beside
Lady Grey's visitation at school what made him think the shed was a
portal? Why does he even care about it? Who told him he could go
to Other Land anyway? She shrieked mentally.
“Anne?” Are you cleaning your room?” Called dad.
This pulled her out of her spiraling angry thoughts.
“Umm, yeah!”
“Ok. Sounds like a tornado up there!”
“No! No tornado!” She finished straightening her
room, albeit with slightly less zeal than before. After she stuffed
the last pair of slippers in the closet she hopped on the bed,
thinking of what to do next. She thought of the times he and his
friends teased her, of the time they had mocked Great Grandfather
Aldy – and were stricken with boils for it. She wondered how that
had gone. Ever since winter break Jordan had been rather – changed.
More solemn. What if he gets hurt out there by himself in Other
Land? She didn't think he or the rest of them looked like the
type to read books unless forced to and one thing you needed to do
was know what you were getting in to, which meant you needed to read.
Books were a guide for her. Even so, there was no guarantee of
safety. She decided that she would have to find out what he knew.
After all, he might need her help. Suddenly, she didn't feel so
jealous. Only a little worried. She didn't like him but she'd met
some dangerous creatures in Other Land and though she had a ring and
a hammer and Zi to help her she often just survived nasty scrapes. It
was settled then. She would have to devise some way to question him
and see what he knew. Without his friends around. It would have to be
the library. The library was guaranteed to scare away his friends.
Anne went to her nightstand and got
out a notebook and pen. She wrote:
jordan. meet me at the library alone!!
after school – very important!!!
She put extra exclamation marks in for emphasis. She
would be waiting for him tomorrow. He must know something
about the fairy world, but what?
3
Anne had arrived at school earlier than usual, rushing
through all her morning ministrations and through breakfast. She
hurried along through the wooded path towards school with dad
scrambling behind. As she had expected, Jordan and his gang had not
yet arrived. As her dad saw her off she walked quickly down the hall,
looking for his homeroom. Most of the fourth and fifth grade classes
were on the other side of the school and Jordan's homeroom teacher
was Ms. Day.
Ms. Day was one of the meanest teachers to ever set foot
in any school since the dawn of time, as far as all kids at
Linnsworth Elementary school were concerned. Second to her was Mr.
Muenster who snidely berated his students for any perceived mistake
in class and both of them gave ungodly amounts of homework! Her
parents insisted that they were just very strict and expected kids to
do their homework and behave in class but Anne didn't believe that.
In fact, she suspected that Ms. Day turned into an ogress at
midnight. Between Ms. Day's snarling and Mr. Muenster's sarcasm she
dreaded entering the fifth grade.
However, that was a worry for a future day. As Anne
approached the door to Ms. Day's classroom she could see from the
window that the lights were out. A good sign. The halls were rather
sparse but she had to hurry. Teachers were arriving and eventually
the first bell would be ringing soon and kids would come pouring in.
A few were already mingling around the playground. She slowly turned
the door knob. It was unlocked. Good! She slipped inside. The
room was rather boring looking. Not decorated with art and science
projects like Miss Sandy's room was. But she had no time to survey
the room's lack of decoration further. She went over to the other
side of the room looking for the cubbyholes and was very surprised.
They didn't have cubbyholes. She looked around, feeling desperate,
glancing at the clock. Each desk had a name written in bold black
marker ink on white tape and all of the desks were in perfectly neat
rows. She went up and down the rows and finally found one that said:
“Jordan.” She lifted up the top and slipped in her note. There
was another door leading directly to the playground on the opposite
wall. Thinking she'd make an easy escape she went over to it and
tried to open it hoping to slip out unnoticed but it was locked. She
would have to go through the way she came in and hope that Ms. Day
had not yet arrived. Some of the class were already lining up outside
the door by the sounds of it. Anne turned on the lights and opened
the door to find a small group of fifth graders standing there.
“Wait. . .what?” Said one in surpise.
“What are you doing here?” Questioned one of them
imperiously.
“Yeah, what were you doing in there anyway?” Chimed
another kid. They nearly towered over her but she remained calm.
“Nothing.” She said.
“You're not supposed to be in there!”
“The light was on and I thought it was Miss Sandy's
room.”
“Miss Sandy's class is,” a girl pointed down the
hall, “that way!”
“Ok.” She said. She felt someone punch her backpack.
She tripped forward but kept going, rolling her eyes. Fifth graders
didn't intimidate her anymore but some of them really thought they
were bad. She turned around and glared at the girl who punched her
backpack. However she quickened her pace when she saw Ms. Day turn
the corner and stride down the hall. The theater was just across the
hallway and Anne ducked into the theater to find relief from further
exposure just as the nosy fifth graders began tattling on her.
“Ms. Day! We saw that third grader come out of your
classroom!”
“Who?”
“We don't know her name but she has long, curly brown
hair and a blue sweater and she just went that way!” By then Anne
was behind the stage and through the exit and on the playground. The
first bell had just rang. She was now in a part of the school grounds
that she was unfamiliar with. She wandered around the white satellite
buildings that surrounded the main school. Soon she heard the theater
exit open. Quickly she hid behind one of the satellite buildings.
Sure enough it was Ms. Day casting the area with that hard,
suspicious black glare she always wore. It was early morning and the
shadows among the buildings were long. Anne could see Ms. Day's
shadow. It didn't match Ms. Day's shape and it was, in fact, far
larger than any morning shadow she had ever seen, grossly misshapen.
She hoped Ms. Day would not venture out any closer.
Ms. Day, not seeing anyone went back inside. She
wondered what this meant. Did the principal know? Pondering on that
she nearly forgot about class! Oh no! Where am I? She thought
frantically. She would be late for class and this all because she'd
decided to help Jordan! She was beginning to think that this wasn't
such a great idea after all. Suddenly a shadow crept over her and
around the corner appeared Mr. Barnes, the music teacher.
“Hello there! What are you doing back here?”
“I got lost and I need to get back to Miss Sandy's
room but I don't know where it is from here.”
“”Oh. You're one of Sandy's students? Here, I can
get you back to where you need to be.” He said. Mr Barnes always
had a sunny disposition. His friendly smile made her troubling
thoughts nearly disappear. She was thankful for the kind Mr. Barnes!
Plan A was now launched. Now for the second part.
She smiled happily as Mr. Barnes walked her back to her homeroom
class as the late bell rang.
- - - - - - -
She waited right outside the back exit from where she
could see who was coming and going from the school library. It
seemed like an eternity! Then she began wondering if he even knew
where it was! Maybe it was a bad idea telling him to meet her there.
If his friends showed up, and she would see them coming down the
hall, that was a no-go and she would go home and leave him to bumble
about in Other Land on his own. She closed her eyes momentarily,
thinking about summer break and summer in Other Land when she heard
someone approaching. Sure enough it was Jordan and she didn't see his
friends. He opened the library door tentatively as if angry bees were
on the other side of the door and then he finally went in.
Immediately she went inside the school and followed him.
Miss Gail, as usual was busy organizing books to pay
them much mind other than a quick hello. Jordan was looking around
for his secret person. Anne walked past him and sat at a table near
the back. There were a couple of kids browsing but for them and the
librarian, the library was empty. She waved at him. Jordan frowned at
her giving her. She merely waited, expectantly. He finally seemed to
figure out that she was the secret person who wanted to see him and
made his way to the table. He flipped the crumpled note on to the
table.
“Did you write this?” He asked, giving her a
suspicious look.
“Yes.”
“Why? What do you want?”
“I saw you go into the shed in the woods on Saturday.”
Silence. Then,
“So?”
“Did you see anything strange in there?”
“Strange like what?” He sounded irritated and began
looking around as if he waere ready to go. Anne decided to push him.
“Like what you saw on Level 1 a couple of months ago?”
Jordan's eyes widened in surprise. She now had his full attention.
“Well?” She pushed.
“Uh, well, what I. . .wait a minute! How do you know
about Level 1?”
“I saw someone mysterious down there in the boiler
room. Did you?” She said. He looked around cautiously.
“Yeah. I did.”
“Well, the shed is also like that.”
“It was just an empty, musty old shed.”
“So what made you climb in through the window?”
“I was just curious. I like to climb trees and into
empty houses and stuff. Me and my friends always do that. So what?”
“So, in order to find the world behind it you have to
unlock the door with a special key. I have a special key to the
shed.”
“I don't want to meet anymore creepy old ladies.”
“She's not really an old lady. She can change shape.”
“Like what? What can she change into?”
“In the other world where she lives she's a dragon!”
“A dragon? I don't believe you.” He gave her that
suspicious look again. “How do you know that?”
“I've been to the other side. More than once. That's
how I know.” Jordan's eyes were as wide as plates now.
“How do you get there? I mean, how do you get a key?”
He whispered.
“You have to know one of the creatures who live there.
It's dangerous. You shouldn't go by yourself.”
“But the boiler room wasn't locked.”
“I know. Not all of the doorways to the other world
are locked. The ones that aren't are even more dangerous because bad
things can get out.”
“The principal told me to stay away from there because
it was special and dangerous. She said it was like a place where the
fabric of two worlds came together but was invisible to most people.
She wouldn't explain any further though.”
“She's right. Now really, what made you interested in
the shed?”
“I already told you!”
“You're sure you didn't see anything strange?”
“Well,” he looked around and then lowered his voice
again. “Once when I was walking home from the store I passed by it
and I saw a bright light shining in there.”
“Ah-ha!”
“Ok so what was it?”
“It means the fairy world beyond the green door
appeared again.”
“Fairy world? What do you mean?”
“It's dangerous.” She warned.
“Tell me!”
“I'll tell you but only because if you go by yourself
without the right information very bad things will happen to you.”
“Ok.” He said eagerly.
“The place is called Other Land. At least that's what
I call it. The land of fairy folk. Some of them are good, some of
them are inbetween and some of them are evil. You don't want to be
caught there alone and unaware of what to expect. . .”
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