TITLE: SO YOU DON'T WANT TO BE AN EVIL SORCERESS
GENRE: YA Fantasy
Mysty didn’t notice the black knight at the bottom of the stairs until she tripped over its mace. She slammed into a tapestry and scratched her face on the rough surface as she crumpled to the floor.
Mom rushed out of the kitchen. “Are you okay?”
“Who moved the stupid knight?” Mysty asked.
“He’s wishing you a happy birthday.”
“It’s an old pile of tin, Mom.” Mysty dreaded this day all year. Last year’s present was probably still scurrying around the sewer hissing and terrorizing the smaller natives. She couldn’t imagine what horrors awaited her this year. “Now I have a rug burn.”
“Tapestry burn,” Mom corrected. “You should put some peroxide on that.”
“The entry is a bad place for the knight. We should move it.” While she still had skin on her face.
Mom piled the armor on its pedestal. “Where would we put it?”
“The basement, out of sight, eBay . . .”
“We aren’t selling the black knight.”
Mysty opened the kitchen door. “Most people keep potted plants in their entry.” She saw something move outside and hurried to the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever lurked in the woods. Morning mist clung to barren trees and caressed the icy branches, but nothing was there.
Mom grabbed a bundle of herbs hanging from the ceiling and dropped them in a bubbling cauldron on the stove. Smoke poured out and filled the kitchen with the stench of burning gym socks. “Breakfast is ready.”