Begining & Chapter 1

"Your imagination is just another land behind a door that only you can unlock"

In the land through the door where our story takes place, I ask you to remember their law, which was a little poem that was sometimes sung, it goes like this...

We have a few leaders, all travel in threes,
one leader, one servant, one adviser.
The leader pretends to know best,
but the adviser is much wiser,
the advisers has to advise,
and with no lies.
The servant was  usually a pixie,
and often very  trixy.
When all was advised and spoken,
a man would read to public, they called him the reader.
But if a what spoken or read was broken,
a price of heart was paid.

No one who lived in the land through the door had ever broken what was spoken or read and neither did they know what 'a price of heart' was...

Chapter 1 Paint

Jean Dorsy sat on her bed her head tilted back looking at all the clouds she had just painted on her ceiling, there were candy clouds painted lots of different colors, grey and white was too boring. She was tired now, her hair and clothes covered in paint she stumbled to the bathroom to wash before her mother came home. Jean sat down on the toilet seat to think while she waited for her bath to fill. It suddenly occured to her that her sister, Anne had been in her room all day and not come out, this wasn't too unusual she was often in her room but every now and then she would come out and shout at Jean for doing something even if it was making a potato, apple, garlic, vinegar and milk soup, (which Jean thought was unfair why was she shouted at for making a simple soup!) then Anne would go back into her room and not come out. Jean sat there wandering about it for a while before she decided that there was no point sitting thinking about it she would go and see what Anne was up to. Jean tip toed to Anne's room, there was loud music playing inside, Anne seamed to be talking to some one. Jean carefully looked through the gap in the door, just not carefully enough, she tripped over her own feet pushing the door wide open and leaving a large paint smudge on the door! She quickly got up and ran not bothering to look who Anne was talking to. Jean ran down the stairs but was stopped in her tracks when she heard her sister scream,  "JEAN!!!" Jean quickly hid behind the passage door hoping her sister wouldn't find her. Soon enough her sister's head appeared round the door, she looked angry, very angry. Jean waited for her to shout, she held her breath, crossed her fingers, her heart beating fast, but it didn't come, instead she heard her mothers voice, "JEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?!?!?!?!?!?! THERE ARE PAINT MARKS ALL OVER THE FLOOR!!!!!!!!!" There was a silence as her mother walked upstairs. Jean had forgotten, she had left the bath running, "JEAN THE BATHROOM IS FLOODED WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??????????" Jean started to cry.