Prince Fred Do you know the legend? There is a legend of another world. A world of magic and wonder. A world where carriages travel without horses and winged machines fly higher than any bird. A world where all the information in all the libraries fits in the palm of your hand. A world where the light of a thousand candles can be ignited with the flick of a single switch. A world known as Urth. According to the legend, a doorway separates my world from Urth. A small wooden door that stands half as tall as any normal door.
But if you attempt to open the door, it refuses to budge. Go ahead and give it another tug. It won''t make the slightest difference. Because, you see, the peculiar miniature door can be opened only by someone from the other side. Someone from Urth. Over the years, there have been countless attempts to open the door. The strongest men in the kingdom pulled it with all their might. The most powerful wizards cast their most potent spells.
None of it ever worked. For as long as anyone can remember, the door has remained closed. Locked. A mystery. Until the day a girl named Kara walked through and changed my life forever. Kara This is going to be epic. At least, that''s Marcy''s opinion. She''s next to me on the bus, bouncing up and down so excitedly that the entire seat shakes.
"Epic, epic, epic!" she squeals. Today our sixth-grade English class is on its way to this fantasy-theme restaurant in town. Legendtopia. I''ve never been to the place before. To be honest, fantasy isn''t really my thing. Marcy, on the other hand . She''s always reading books with elves and unicorns on the covers. Her last birthday party was Hobbit themed.
She spent the entire afternoon wearing fake furry feet. For the past week, our class has been studying folklore and old myths. The lesson had something to do with heroic quests and magical creatures. Like I said, I''m not that big on fantasy. I tuned out until Mrs. Olyphant said two words that totally caught my attention: Field trip. I may not care much about the subject matter, but anything''s better than sitting in class. "I''ve been begging my parents to take me to Legendtopia for, like, ever!" Marcy grins, showing off a mouthful of braces.
"But for some reason, we''ve never gone." "Probably ''cause it''s totally lame," says Trevor Fitzgerald from the seat in front of us. Marcy stops bouncing and shoots Trevor a nasty glare. "How do you know?" "I went there last summer," Trevor says. "Major letdown." But Marcy''s not having any of it. "I hear there''s a dragon. And ogres that really talk.
" She turns to me. "Back me up, Kara? You''re excited, right?" I hesitate. "I''m excited we won''t have to eat cafeteria food." This is an understatement. Yesterday my french fries came with a side of fungus. But my comment''s not exactly a huge show of support for Marcy. And now her enthusiasm''s fading. She droops in her seat, arms crossed.
Even though Marcy can go a little crazy about all this fantasy stuff, I don''t like seeing her disappointed. We met in the first grade. Our dance class was staging the annual holiday show Snow White and the Seven Reindeer. She played a chipmunk. I was a dancing bush. We''ve been friends ever since. I place a hand on her shoulder. "So Legendtopia has a dragon?" Marcy nods.
"And ogres?" She nods again. "They talk." "Sounds pretty epic to me." The smile reappears on Marcy''s face. "That''s what I''m saying." And just like that, she''s bouncing up and down again. While the bus rumbles across town, I look out the window and twirl my owl necklace between my fingers. It''s a habit.
Some people chew their nails or bite their hair. I have my necklace. The little silver owl dangles from its chain. Sunlight traces the edges of its pointy beak and perfectly round eyes. It was a gift from my dad. The last thing he ever gave me. The owl slips out of my fingers when the bus lurches around a corner. Suddenly, Legendtopia appears in the window.
Take it from me, the place is impossible to miss. It''s supposed to look like an old European castle. Except I doubt many European castles are located in shopping centers, sandwiched between a bank and Crazy Earl''s Electronics Extravaganza. Our class exits the bus and follows Mrs. Olyphant toward the restaurant. Fake stone turrets loom crookedly over the parking lot. The door is actually a small-scale drawbridge over a goldfish pond. In the entryway, we''re greeted by a suit of armor.
I jump when the suit extends its arms and begins to speak. "Wruppmmh tulmphhia wurrph lurrgghh compph lippphh." "Excuse me?" Mrs. Olyphant says. The person in the armor raises a creaky glove and lifts away the faceplate. Inside the helmet is a pimply teenager. He repeats himself, and this time his words come out more clearly-- "Welcome to Legendtopia, where legends come to life." The guy leads us into the restaurant.
It''s hard to hear exactly what he''s saying--his armor makes most of the noise. "Follow me, ladies and lords, into another world." CLANK! SQUEEEEK! "A world of enchantment." BONK! "And mystery." CLUUUNK! "Where fantasy surrounds you." SQUONK! CLACK! "Your tables are this way." We follow the knight through an arched doorway lined with dusty plastic vines. On the way, we pass a sign that reads: Caution Ogre Crossing Marcy elbows Trevor.
"See. Told you there were ogres." "Ooh, I''m real scared." "Just wait," Marcy says. "You don''t wanna mess with ogres." Their bickering comes to a halt when a hidden door squeaks open. Out pops an ogre. Even Marcy would have to admit the thing''s not exactly terrifying.
Not with wires sticking out of its ears and cotton stuffing poking from ripped seams. But Marcy did at least get one thing right. The ogre does talk. Sort of. "GRRR! I WILL EAT YOUR BONES!" growls the ogre. Its electronic voice is so garbled, it sounds more like a malfunctioning toaster. We keep moving. Marcy casts a disappointed look over her shoulder.
"What kind of ogre was that?" "A lame ogre!" Trevor grins triumphantly. "Just like I said." "Whatever." I grab Marcy''s arm and guide her away from Trevor. "Don''t listen to him." "He''s kinda right," Marcy grumbles. "Yeah, well . I bet the rest of Legendtopia is gonna be better.
" But as I glance around the restaurant, I''m not so sure. Everything looks completely fake. The royal throne is made of Styrofoam. The unicorn is a stuffed horse with a horn duct-taped to its head. Legendtopia is epic, all right. Epic fail. But Marcy hasn''t quite given up on the place yet. She perks up when a savage roar booms through the corridor.
Up ahead, the knight clanks to a stop. "What is that noise I hear? It sounds like . the dragon!" Marcy shoots me an excited grin. "I knew there''d be a dragon." We both flinch at the sound of another roar. Smoke wafts into the room. The thrill of the unknown hangs heavily in the air. The atmosphere of dangerous enchantment.
This must be what Marcy enjoys about old myths and fantasy stories. The feeling that magic is real. That anything''s possible. A dark shape emerges from within the smoke. Even though I know it''s fake, my heart beats a little faster. I grip Marcy''s elbow a little tighter. The dark form snakes its way closer and closer through the mist, until--finally--we get a glimpse of the thing. And it doesn''t look much like a dragon at all.
More like an oversized chicken. Marcy stamps her foot. "That''s not a dragon." The only person in our group who seems afraid of the big purple chicken is the pimply knight. He draws his plastic sword and waves it around. "Quick, let us flee this place!" SQUEEEEK! HOINK! "Before the dragon devours us all!" "Yeah, let''s escape the horrifying chicken puppet," Trevor jeers as we shuffle away. For Marcy''s sake, I''m hoping the show''s going to improve once we get to our long wooden table. No luck there.
As soon as we''re seated, a lady in a pointy hat and robe barges forward. "Greetings and salutations!" she announces. "My name is Gerlaxia, and I am the most magical witch in all the land! I''ll be your waitress today!" The lady''s hat is stained with mustard. Tennis shoes poke out from under her robe. "Prepare yourselves for a display of stupendous sorcery and enthralling enc.