“Well, I’m working on a spell for pocket watches. It is to display a porthole to the past but I don’t know if it will have….”
“It’s Bueno food. Now dine up or no dinner for you lad” our father said with a smirk.
“Hi. I’m Vally.” he said tired.
“That will work.”
“Hi Dad”.
“Oh me, oh my. I love the Book Arcade” I exclaimed. “Great mate.” “Where is lolly land?” I asked.
“Maybe - but what will happen to the future? Like our kids or our kids kids?” “Okay - let’s go.”
“You are bonkers. Your spell didn’t work and you still kept it.” “I wanted to trade it to buy new things. A legitimate home to live in for the rest of our lives, a new bed, plus enough food for all of us to eat every day,” dad said breaking down in tears then hugging us tight.
I left. The aroma of seawater brimmed the frosty breeze. As waves crashed against the boat, I read the book of the past. It had pages and pages of history. My favourite one was about the Iguanadon. One of the pages alternated, and the bundle of usually eight eggs was now seven eggs. The eggs were the same size as the one that our dad gave us. It made me think – what, how and why Dad did that? But, my thoughts got cut off by the fragrance of scrambled eggs. As my boots clicked loudly on the wooden floor, I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. It stopped me in my tracks. “Aragon? You missed the room.” I turned. Our dad was there with a plate of scrambled eggs in his hand. “Eat up bucko” implied our Dad.
BANG!
The sound was a sinister and cruel noise. The boat screeched in anguish as a rock hit the boat with excruciating power, pushing the boat afar.
“It’s the door with the stripes.”
Click.
I shoot to Lollyland, my boots clicking. When I open the door, the room was destroyed. Glass everywhere and lollies on the floor. I immediately left. Maybe it wasn’t the cleanest, but still good.
“Is this Rome?” Gabriel asked.
“I’m sorry for making this sniffle happen. Please forgive me,” dad begged.
“Go to your rooms at once!” his father said, his face stoic, but his voice jittery.
“I think so!” I said.
“Well, let’s destroy the tower. They’re building.”
“You were just trying to help Dad. Of course we will forgive you”.
We complied. That gloomy midnight a glint of green brimmed the boat. It woke me up. I walked to our Dad‘s room, but he was absent. All that was untouched was screws, bolts, nuts and the top of the pocket watch - I didn’t assume much of it. Dad was notorious for swindling us, but being the nifty boy I am, I fashioned a pocket watch. The next day our dad delivered us an egg the diameter of my head. Where did you obtain this esto... I mean egg?
“Noah.”
“Ok, that will that work. But how?”
I knew that voice. It was Gabriel.
Gabriel and I embraced Dad, then felt a sense of woe.
“That!” Gabriel pointed to a battering ram. “Bingo!”
“Let’s go.”
“Let’s go home.”
We ran to the battering ram, but it was further than expected. It was as far as fifteen metres to the trees. When we finally got to the battering ram, we grabbed it with all of our energy and round house hit the Roman building, collapsing it.
We ran to the hotel Dad booked. We snuggled into our bed and snoozed. That morning, we woke up to crashes, explosions and a wail that sounded like a banshee. “Gabriel. Get up now!” I screamed. My throat throbbed. “What… what is happening?” Gabriel cried in alarm. “Go to Dad now!” I scream while running to his room. He was gone. I grabbed a pocket watch to read the time. Bam a flash of green brimmed the room, then we saw Homosapien’s with a lighter. I ripped the lighter from their hand. I opened the pocket watch - another flash. We were back at the hotel. But there was giant homes, bigger than gumtrees.
“That sounds good.”
I walked off with the eggs hot in my hand and I finished in silence.
We ran to the steamboat. As I led, I thought, history is fine to stay history.
But the next few nights were the same as the first. Same flash, new things.
Click. A burst of green fills the air. Woosh.
“Ummmmmmmmmmm I got it at after we left from Aragon.”
We are back at the hotel, I grabbed the pocket watch, then I ran to the Tram tracks. I dropped the watch on the tram tracks to see it get crushed.
We finally got to Australia. The second we hit the dock, I sprinted to the Book Arcade. Inside it was okay. The rainbow was faded, then I saw a cole child.
“Okay, but who in their right mind would make a spell for that Dad?”
“Noah” our dad called.
“Hi” I said, my voice shaking.
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