One rainy night, while alone in the castle library with her talking gargoyle, Marcus, Princess Audrey finds a book with the odd title Finding Angel. Meanwhile, in modern times, a girl named Angel is celebrating her thirteenth birthday.
Her little brother Zack gives her a leather-bound book, with the title embossed in gold, Finding Audrey. When Angel opens the book later in her room, she hears a voice. Angel is confused, until she begins to suspect that the voice belongs to the princess she has been reading about in the book.
Audrey and Angel are thrilled to discover that they can magically communicate through their books. When Audrey writes her name on a piece of parchment and closes it in her book, Angel receives it in her book, although the parchment soon disintegrates. Afterward, Princess Audrey notices that Marcus has suddenly turned into an ordinary stone gargoyle. Angel realizes that Marcus has somehow traveled through the book and is now in the toy gargoyle Zack has brought in to her because it blinked at him. By repeating Marcus’s words, Angel tells Princess Audrey to look in the Book of Nazar, a powerful book of magic that Marcus has disguised as a dull census ledger, for a spell that might reverse the magic and return Marcus to Audrey.
Audrey stepped in front of the Book of Nazar. It lay on its side, on a shelf right at eye level. Old, frayed, dusty. Harmless looking. How could this possibly be anything other than a ledger? She ran her fingertip along the spine, and her skin tingled.
Odd.
She laid her hand flat on the front of the book. Her entire palm surged with prickling heat. It wasn’t painful, but she yanked her hand away. Energy like that meant power. And here it had been all this time, right under her nose.
Audrey crossed her arms and huffed.
Have you got the book?
Angel’s voice sounded tense. Audrey could only imagine what the girl was going through. There was no magic in Angel’s world, and here she was talking through a book, repeating the words spoken by a gargoyle imprisoned in a toy figurine.
This story is from the November/December 2017 edition of Cricket Magazine for Kids.
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