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ANNI MOON AND THE ELEMENTAL ARTIFACT

By Melanie Abed

Published October 2015 by Oculus Print

Anni Moon and all related elements and characters are a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

No part of this publication may be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the Oculus Print Publishers, you can contact the author at

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This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be resold or given away to other people. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

For Grandma, who read to me first,

For Raffy, a great friend,

And for Sham, who helped Anni grow.

MESSENGER OF MESSAGES

LEXI WATERSTONE

CUCLOCKEYBEE

MABEL’S KEY

THE INVISIBLE SPEAKER

M FOR MURDROCK

A PROMISE MADE

THE BAD NEWS

WHIFFLE & EGBERT

MUDDY SOCKS

GOLDEN FINGERNAILS

OLIVER MONDAY

EGBERT’S PLAN

LEO’S IN CHARGE

THE HAND

QUEEN’S MIRROR

SQUIRT

DAPHNE

MOON MANOR

DOWN THE CHUTE

THE BASEMENT

ZELDA SCURRYFUNGE

PITHY PURPLE PLUME BERRIES

FECTUS UNDERGROUND

SPADU HILLS

FORTENSIA SPADU

THE BROUWEN

MOONSTONES

BASIL BOGGLE TEA SHOPPE

THE PEARL PENDANT

THE S.E.C.

EAVES-DROPUS

UNCLE TEDDY?

THE FUNKOMETER

OPERATION AIR DUCTS

WHIFFLE STRIKES AGAIN

OGGLEBOGGLE’S MAPS

THE CRACKED PEARL

OPUS STONES

LIMBOUGH

THE TREE OF DEATH

WHIFFLE’S SACRIFICE

HOME

Acknowledgments

About the Author

MESSENGER OF MESSAGES

Already dressed in her hand-me-down Waterstone Academy uniform, Anni Moon took advantage of the last few quiet moments before she had to rush into the chaos of the school’s kitchen for her morning chores. Any minute, the clock tower would chime and she would have to go. With her back against the tower’s high windows, she sat in her usual spot on the lumpy window seat cushions. She was reviewing notes for her afternoon prep exam on the Periodic Table of Elements when something outside darted past the window.

The strange flying creature gave her such a jolt that she sprang off the cushions and, in the process, dropped her science book on her left foot. She hopped around in pain on her good foot, then tripped over a moth-eaten afghan, and finally knocked over a dustpan that was filled with ashes. The tower’s paisley and mahogany common room was engulfed in a cloud of soot, and for a moment, she couldn’t see what was outside.

“Anni Moon! Anni Moon! I need to speak with you, Anni Moon!” said a small yet firm voice.

The creature flapped against the glass panes as it called her name. Anni stood stock still until the soot cleared and she finally saw it. It looked like a bat. No. A rat. No. It had bat-shaped wings but the body of a rat: whiskers, tail, and all. Whatever this creature was, its brown leathery wings were beating against the glass. It was wearing a little outfit, too, but strangest of all, it was talking to her.

“Go away,” she said and jumped behind the curtains. She pulled the drapes closed with one hard tug, and the tower’s common room was cloaked in darkness. Panting, she leaned against the wall. She wanted to look outside, but she was afraid that the creature would see her.

“Lexi? Lexi?” Anni called out.

She fumbled in the dark over empty packing boxes that littered the floor, careful not to trip over the food tray she had left for Lexi before she opened the small, oval door.

“You’ll never…”

The room was empty and Lexi’s bed was made, which was strange. Lexi always overslept, and every morning, Anni woke her up. Not only were they best friends, they had been roommates for the last three years at Waterstone Academy for Girls.

Before Anni stepped inside, she saw it, lying on the floor, still perfectly folded with crisp edges. The letter—that awful, dreadful, hateful letter—that came three days ago, demanding that they pack up and move out of the tower common room. This room had been Lexi’s home for as long as she could remember. It had been Anni’s since she moved in three years ago.

Anni caught sight of Lexi’s bedside clock. “Eggs! Is that the time?”

She was late for kitchen duty! How had she missed the clock tower’s chime? She picked up Lexi’s untouched tray, backed out of the room, and closed the door.

She raced over to the common room’s double doors with the tray balanced against her hip, but before her hand touched the knob, the doors burst open. She lost her grip and the tray went flying. Cold hot chocolate and a gelatinous mass of marshmallows soared into the air and collided with a gooey peanut-butter-and-banana-honey sandwich, which landed on the door, floor, and Anni.

“What is this?” asked Rufous Finnegan, Waterstone Academy’s security and all-purpose assistant. He was a young male dressed in a regulation gray uniform, and a proud germophobe who always wore a pair of sterile gloves. “Food violation!” His fistful of keys jangled as he took note of this infraction on his Waterstone Academy clipboard.

Anni sat on the floor, peeling pieces of bread and banana off her skirt. There was no hope for her favorite black-and-white-striped socks, a gift from Lexi; they were soaked in wet cocoa and she since didn’t have another pair, she took them off to dry.

Finnegan glared at Anni. “Why’s it so dark in here?”

“No!” Anni yelled.

He flung the drapes open, but there was nothing outside except gray clouds. Whatever Anni thought she saw was gone.

Finnegan scanned the room. “These boxes are empty. What’s wrong with you? Can’t you read?” His lips curled into a smile as he pulled an official Waterstone Academy embossed letter from his clipboard, waved it in her face, and read: “‘Miss Alexa Waterstone and Miss Anni Moon: Please have all your belongings packed and ready for removal this Saturday afternoon. The new school owners will be moving in the following Monday.’ You must be ready to vacate the room by Saturday morning.” He folded the letter and sneered at her. “It’s about time you two charity cases were pushed out. This is a Headmaster’s tower, not a hideout for worthless little orphan girls. Speaking of which, you’re late for kitchen duty, but I’m not here for you. Where’s Lexi?”

“Sleeping,” Anni said. “Why do you care?”

“None of your business.” Finnegan leaned in. “You think you have the right to know everything, don’t you? News flash: you don’t. Things are changing around here, and with any luck, you’ll get chucked out. Now, get downstairs before I make you.” He grabbed her arm and yanked her toward the door.

“Hands off, Minion!”

“What did you call me?”

Whoops! She had never called him Minion to his face before. This was a first, and boy, did Finnegan’s face flare red. She slipped out of his grasp and headed for the hall, but stopped short when a perfectly dressed woman blocked the doorway. Shock turned to relief, and the corners of Anni’s mouth lifted but quickly died back when she saw the woman’s warning look.

“At last you’ve found her. I’m so relieved,” said Vivian Sugar, a Waterstone Academy counselor. She wore an impeccably tailored suit that made her look older than she probably was, but she was easy to talk to, not stiff or reserved. Vivian Sugar exuded a casual, yet calm grace, and her voice was just as sweet as her name. “Thank you, Rufous dear. I’ve been looking for her. Could you please tell Cook that Anni has an appointment and cannot attend kitchen duty this morning?”

“I’m sorry, Miss Sugar, but I can’t.” Finnegan poked at his clipboard as if it was a law book. “Have you seen this room? The girls have not packed. There’s food and drink everywhere.” He waved his clipboard around, creating a gust of air that ruffled both Anni and Vivian’s hair. “And it needs to be cleaned before the Murdrocks move in!”

“Then you haven’t heard,” said Vivian, flashing a winning smile as she patted her blonde, bobbed hair back in place. “I completely understand your duties, Rufous, and I wouldn’t dream of upsetting things.” She gently rested her hand on Finnegan’s clipboard and he flinched. “However, the Headmistress is extending the girls leniency through the weekend—”

“I haven’t heard this.” Rufous Finnegan looked taken aback. He shook his head. “No. I was told that the new owners would be here by—”

“I’m sure all of this will be explained later. However, Anni has an appointment with Headmistress Turnkey at this very moment, and she really mustn’t be late, Rufous.”

“I do?” asked Anni, confused. She would remember something like that, mostly because it usually meant she was in trouble.

“Yes, you do,” said Miss Sugar with a half-smile and a wink.

Anni steered past them both and headed for the hall, taking her time and eavesdropping.

“Now, Rufous…”

“Yes, Miss Sugar?” said Finnegan, more tersely than before.

“Call me Vivian, Rufous. And please, if you would be so kind as to clean up this mess and take it back to the kitchen. We really mustn’t keep Cook waiting.” Vivian tittered, “We both know how she gets.”

Anni didn’t dare wait to hear Finnegan’s reply. She took the stairs two at a time, deciding it was best to stay clear of him for the rest of the day—or forever—if she could.

As she made her way down the stairs, she decided that there was no such thing as talking flying creatures like the one she imagined in the window. She was being silly. At the bottom of the stairs, the main corridor was deserted. Everyone was tucking into breakfast in the dining room, which made her stomach grumble. It’s where she would be collecting dirty plates and cups, if Vivian Sugar hadn’t rescued her.

She walked up to the Headmistress’s office door, ready to knock.

“And where exactly do you think you’re going?” asked Ms. Downsnout, the Headmistress’s secretary. She rolled her tea trolley up to the door, blocking Anni’s way.

“In there,” said Anni. “Isn’t she expecting me?”

“No. She most certainly is not.”

“Are you sure? Because—”

“The Headmistress is getting ready for a barrage of meetings all morning and afternoon long. As you can see, I am equally busy. Therefore, I’ll give you to the count of three to get back to whatever it is that you should be doing.” Ms. Downsnout pushed the cart inside the office and closed the door behind her.

Did Miss Sugar make up her meeting with the Headmistress in front of Finnegan so that Anni got out of her kitchen duties? Miss Sugar did wink, after all, and it was the kind of thing she’d do. Either way, since she wasn’t expected for kitchen duty, she wasn’t going to waste a rare kitchen-duty-free morning. The first order of business was to find Lexi, and she knew exactly where to look. She headed right back down the hall until…

“I don’t understand,” said Egbert Frode Moon indifferently. “If Lexi is not in her room, then perhaps you know where she is?” Egbert was a lanky man with large ears who paid little attention to his wardrobe: from his coffee-stained button-down shirt, to his cardigan with moth holes, and his pants, which were always several inches too short for his long, dark legs. He also had a slight hunch in his shoulders, which Anni supposed was due to Egbert’s never-ending obsession with the oversized wristwatch he was constantly leaning over. Even now, standing in the middle of the foyer and blocking Anni’s only way outside, Egbert didn’t even bother to look up from his wristwatch when he said to Finnegan, “And where’s Anni?”

Anni plastered herself against the wall. If there was anyone she avoided more than Finnegan, it was Egbert, and now they both stood a mere ten feet away from her hiding place.

Even though Egbert was now Anni’s guardian, he was no replacement for Anni’s previous legal guardian, Mabel Moon, the kindest woman anyone could ever hope to know, and the previous Headmistress of Waterstone Academy. Ever since Anni was a baby, Mabel Moon was Anni’s everything, and the closest and only thing she had to a parent. In those happier days, Anni couldn’t have imagined a better life than the one she had, but all of it changed three years back, when Mabel mysteriously disappeared and was later declared dead. Anni never even got to properly say goodbye. Upon Mabel’s death, all her assets were frozen, which left her brother-in-law Teddy Waterstone, and their beloved Waterstone Academy, bankrupt and in need of funding. Egbert had been forced to step in and take over, and not only had he inherited Mabel’s troublesome legal affairs at Waterstone, he inherited Anni as well. Far too busy to console a heartbroken girl, Anni assumed she was just another task on Egbert’s schedule, and when he hired Finnegan to handle odd jobs, she had become one of them.

“Miss Sugar told me Anni had a meeting with the Headmistress,” said Finnegan.

“Nonsense. The both of us will be in meetings all day,” said Egbert.

Anni panicked. They were walking toward her. She dashed into the sunroom across the hall and hid behind the closed drapes of the double glass French doors. She jiggled the handle, but it was locked!

She peeked through the drapes as she gripped the handle tighter.

“Finnegan, you deal with this. The Headmistress is expecting me,” said Egbert. “Locate Lexi first and then find Anni.”

Finnegan left in a huff. Egbert stood in the hallway, still adjusting his watch as Ms. Downsnout exited the Headmistress’s office. “She’s waiting. The paperwork is laid out with a tea service. Is there anything else?”

“No,” said Egbert. “And no calls. Let us know when Murdrock arrives.”

Anni ground her teeth. Whether it was due to her grip or sheer luck, the garden door clicked open. Carefully and quietly, she slipped outside.

With the intention of finding Lexi, Anni raced across the open lawn toward the clock tower, their secret hideout, on the opposite side of the grounds. It was drizzling and the grass was very muddy. Chicago’s spring started late, and all the buds on the trees refused to open, making them bare like skeletons.

“No, no! Ugh, double eggs!”

A large, shiny copper lock closed the loop of a heavy chain through the door’s latch. The clock tower had been locked up from the outside. Anni slumped down onto the wet grass. Lexi couldn’t be inside, but where was she? Why was the clock tower locked up? And was it the reason the clock tower hadn’t chimed that morning?

Getting back inside the school without getting caught was risky. She had just stood up when something dark darted across the sky. It swooped down at her.

“Arrgggghhhh!”

She stumbled and ducked. The flying creature, the same one that tried to get in the common room window, was circling above her.

“Anni Moon. Anni Moon. Stop. Stop. I have a message for you.”

The small, hairy, vest-wearing creature closed its leathery brown wings and plopped down on the grass beside her. He clutched his chest, one paw covering a small, golden emblem stitched onto his little red vest, as he panted and wheezed.

“Message?” Anni mumbled. “What! This is weird…you’re a rat…no, a bat. And you’re talking to me?”

“For snozdoddles’ sake, Anni, of course I can speak.”

“Uh…” Feeling extremely dumb, not to mention a little bit crazy, Anni said, “Okay so what’s your message?”

“It’s not my message,” said the creature, half-standing with his palms pressed on his small kneecaps. He pulled himself upright and said, “It’s your message. I’m Brat, First Order Elservice Fleet. We are messengers of messages—no questions required. Only a reply will suffice. I’m starting your message now.” He pulled out a tiny whistle from inside his tiny vest and gave it a squeak. “Your message is, ‘Dear Anni Moon. You are not to leave Waterstone Academy for Girls under any circumstances. No matter what happens, you are not to leave the school.’”

“What?”

Brat pulled out the tiny whistle again and gave it another squeak. “Again, your message is, ‘Dear Anni Moon. You are not to leave Waterstone Academy for Girls under any circumstances. No matter what happens, you are not to leave the school.’”

“Huh?”

Brat shook his little head and raised his whistle once more.

“No, no.” Anni raised her hands. “Don’t say it again. I heard you the first time…none of this makes sense. Where would I go?”

Brat’s eyebrows furrowed. He paced and mumbled to himself, “I knew I should have listened to Avis Crumplehorn and taken that course on human interaction.”

“Human?”

Brat looked up. “Yes. Yes, you are a human and I’m an Elemental. Glad we got that straight. As I was saying, I’ve delivered your message. Now, what’s your reply?”

“Er, I know I’m human. What’s an Elemental? And who’s this message from?”

“Moppins! That’s classified information! And I couldn’t tell you even if I wanted to.” Brat’s eyes widened with a look of shock. “Besides, answering questions is not a part of my job title. I’m no common scandaroon! Only your reply will suffice. You are Anni Moon, twelve years old, at Waterstone Academy for Girls—correct?”

“Thirteen…in a week. Why should I listen to some random anonymous person I don’t even know, or you, a bat-rat thing that calls itself an Elemental? Why is that classified, anyway?”

“Oh, moppins, not again,” Brat swayed. “I’m feeling mopple-toppined.” He put his hand to his head and shook it. He mumbled, “Must be down to all the Funk.”

“Funk? What’s Funk?”

“Oh, no, never you mind. Back to business. Can you, Anni Moon, please confirm that you successfully received your message and that you’ll stay put?”

“Yeah, I got your message. What are you exactly?”

The creature stood proudly on its little feet. “Don’t you listen? I told you. It’s your message, not mine. And I’m Brat, First Order Elservice Fleet, messengers of messages.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Confirmation of delivery. Check. I’ll be on my way now.”

It seemed like a stupid question, but she had to ask, “You haven’t seen or delivered a message thingy to someone named Lexi, have you?”

Brat circled overhead and said, “Of course I’ve seen Lexi. I delivered her message two days ago.” And he was off.

LEXI WATERSTONE

Lexi Waterstone opened her eyes, but everything was dark. She panicked as muffled voices echoed around her. Flat on her back, she flung her hands against the surrounding walls; it felt like she was in a coffin.

It took Lexi a minute before she realized she had fallen asleep inside a cupboard within the Headmistress’s office. This knowledge didn’t quell her anxiety. How did she get there? With a deep breath, she wiped away her tears and the cold sweat from her brow. Clueless of the time or how long she had slept, Lexi forced her brain to remember.

It was just before midnight when she had been locked out of her room. She went downstairs, and when someone—she didn’t know who—crept down the main hall, she dashed into the only unlocked room she could find, which unfortunately happened to be the Headmistress’s office. Once inside, Lexi froze at the sight of the spiral staircase in the far corner; the door at the top of the stairs was the Headmistress’s personal quarters and the faint beam of light casting a glow from beneath it meant the Headmistress was still awake. At any minute, she could open her door and see Lexi standing below in the middle of the room.

Terrified of being caught, Lexi ran to the tall bookcases and hid inside the nearest empty cupboard. It was the only safe place she could think of; back when Anni’s Aunt Mabel was Headmistress of Waterstone Academy, they used it to play hide and seek. Lexi was lucky that it was empty. Otherwise, she never would have fit inside.

She planned to wait in there until the Headmistress’s light went out and sneak away when the coast was clear. She didn’t plan to fall asleep.

“Close the door,” said Headmistress Turnkey.

Lexi jumped as the Headmistress’s voice brought her back to the present. There was nothing she could do now; it was too late to leave, and she was stuck. Her fingers fiddled with a small pearl pendant that hung from her necklace. It was worse than she imagined; someone else was inside the office with the Headmistress. It wasn’t like she could just pop out of the cupboard right then and explain to the woman why she was hidden in there. She wasn’t sure if she could even trust Charity Turnkey, Headmistress or not.

Things were not as carefree as they once had been back when Teddy Waterstone and Mabel Moon ran Waterstone Academy for Girls; back then, the halls seemed brighter, more full of life and fun. Teddy was Lexi’s legal guardian, just as Mabel had been Anni’s. Neither of the girls knew anything about their real parents, but to them, Teddy and Mabel were all the family they needed. But even then, Lexi had a secret, one she couldn’t tell anyone, including Anni. Teddy assured Lexi that it was for an important reason and he would explain everything to her on her thirteenth birthday.

Lexi preferred to remember Waterstone Academy when it was a happy place, but after Mabel left, all the life seemed to slowly drain away from the school. The strain was physically visible on Teddy, too. A once jovial, stalwart man had turned serious, worried, and gaunt. However, when Teddy vanished nine months ago, just as Mabel had three years earlier, Lexi tried to pretend everything was all right, that he would come back, but the Murdrock takeover changed her mind. These last couple days, she kept replaying the last time she saw him. Teddy’s weary eyes had peered deeply into hers as he said, “If I do not come back, no matter what happens, you must keep your secret. Don’t forget what I taught you, and know that I love you. You will hear from me one more time.” That was the same day Teddy gave Lexi the pearl pendant necklace she now had twisted so tight around her index finger, it was cutting off the blood supply.

It made Lexi sick to think about Teddy, and her hands always started to tremble when she did. She focused instead on the cupboard doors. If memory served, there was a small hole in the knotted wood that was just big enough to peep an eye through and see into the room. Her fingers fumbled over the door until she found a piece of masking tape covering what she hoped was the hole. As she peeled it off, a blinding blast of blue light pierced through. Her head snapped backward and thumped against the cabinet wall. The room went quiet. Terrified, she held her breath, but the silence seemed endless.

When the Headmistress spoke again, Lexi raised her eye toward the hole.

“Have you heard any news? And don’t make it glossy for my sake.”

“Nothing official,” said a man’s voice. Lexi knew at once it was Egbert Frode Moon. Not only was he Anni’s guardian, but in Teddy’s absence, he had been named Lexi’s temporary guardian as well. “I assume you saw the latest. It doesn’t look good—”

Before Egbert could finish, another blinding flash of blue light engulfed the room. Once Lexi’s eye settled, she saw a projected news article floating against the back wall, but it was too far to read the print.

“Clearly, the speculation has started. You know me, Egbert. I don’t care for idle chitter chatter. I want to know what you think. Have you heard from Teddy? Or is it true that his Opus stone has been found cracked?”

Lexi gasped.

“It’s true.” Egbert paused. “It’s Mabel all over again. I warned Teddy. Charity, you were there when I told him not to go. Join S.E.C. and you end up dead, but he wouldn’t listen to reason. Teddy said he was the only S.E.C. member that could go and finish Mabel’s work. Teddy’s not coming back. He’s gone for good, and I’m left to clean up another mess.”

Lexi’s heart pinched and a small whimper escaped her lips. Fortunately, they didn’t hear her. Even though her heart tried to tell her she was wrong, deep down she knew that what Egbert said was true. If she needed further proof, she had it when Brat delivered a message two days ago: “My dearest Lexi, if you are hearing this message, it means that I have gone. You must prepare yourself for changes ahead and guard your secret with vigor. Do not fear what is to come. Embrace it. Your life has its own destiny, and as such, I have made provisions for you. Above all else, know that I love you. Follow the signs.” Lexi knew it was from Teddy, even though Brat didn’t say who it was from and the message didn’t include his name.

“Ah, I see,” Charity said in a shaky voice. “I suppose in my heart, I was hoping for a different answer. Egbert, I wouldn’t discredit the S.E.C. After so many Elementals were lost, the Council was the one thing that helped them move on. I’m surprised you never joined–”

“Finnegan has found more pockets of Funk lingering around the school. He can’t find the source of how it’s getting in,” said Egbert. “Have you felt it?”

“Yes, it’s been making me ill. By the look of me, I’m sure you’ve noticed, but I haven’t had time to deal with it, given the Murdrock acquisition. I still can’t believe that this school is passing into another family’s hands. The Waterstones have been around for as long as I can remember. Egbert, what about the girls? What do you plan to do?”

Lexi’s pulse pounded so loudly that she nearly missed what Egbert said next.

“Nothing’s set in stone. Zelda is trying to convince Krizia to let them stay with her. I’m working on getting E-passes.”

“I hope you have a better plan than that. Or are you expecting a miracle? Human transport’s a six-month DeFunkification process, and that’s if Krizia says yes! What are you going to say to the girls? As far as I know, they don’t know anything about our world. And I certainly hope you do a better job than you did last time. Anni hasn’t been the same since Mabel—”

Something crashed upstairs inside the Headmistress’s room. The noise stopped their conversation cold. The Headmistress turned to Egbert. “What was that?”

Charity and Egbert rushed up the spiral stairs into her personal residence.

For a second Lexi couldn’t move, as their words ran laps in her head. It sounded like Egbert planned on taking her and Anni into the Elemental Realm. The problem was that Anni didn’t know anything about that world. Lexi knew she couldn’t worry about that; she needed to get out of the Headmistress’s office fast, before Charity and Egbert returned.

With trembling anxiety, Lexi forced her way out of the cupboard. She darted out of the office and down the corridor. Her feet moved faster than she ever let them go—until she plowed right into something that felt like a brick wall.

A shower of letters scattered across the foyer’s floor. The mailman, a grumpy fellow, judging by his scowl, yelled at Lexi for being a whipper-something, how she had ruined his day because he had a bad back, and that he most certainly had no intention of picking up the letters that fell under the furniture.

Mortified that she nearly flattened the elderly mailman, Lexi’s emotions caught up with her. She frantically collected the strewn mail between huge, heaping sobs.

The mailman looked very uncomfortable when he said, “Don’t cry,” in a softer tone than he used before. “I know. How would you like to sign for a package? Would that cheer you up?”

“Sign?” hiccupped Lexi as she handed back the last handful of the letters.

“Yes. I’ve got a package here. Came all the way from Brazil!” He opened his shoulder bag and quickly pulled out an orange card. “I'll need you to sign here.” He pointed. “You don’t happen to know a…let me see here…a Lexi Waterstone, do you?”

Lexi swallowed. “That’s me,” she said, half-smiling.

“Oh, well, there you go. Lucky, isn’t it?”

Lexi signed for the package as the mailman eagerly released it into her care. He tipped his hat before he left. “Hope it’s a good one.”

Lexi stared at the tight scroll on the package. The handwriting looked messy and rushed, but she was positive she knew who it was from. All packages were supposed to go through the office first, but she just couldn’t do that, not if it was from Teddy. Instead, she tore up the stairs, taking them two at a time, but her nerves got the better of her when she saw a teacher heading down the stairs one flight above her.

Lexi looked at the package with desperation. She couldn’t risk it. She ran back down the stairs to the foyer. Thankfully, it was deserted. She shoved her package behind the floor-length tapestry, double-checking that no one could see it, and just as she made her way back to the stairs, there was Vivian Sugar.

“Lexi dear! There you are. I’ve tried your room twice now. I’ve been very concerned about you with…Have you been crying?”

“I…” said Lexi, flushed and praying that Miss Sugar hadn’t seen her hide the package. Vivian was nice enough, but Lexi felt unnerved by her intense stare, which was why she said, “I got locked out of my room last night.”

“Oh, no!” Vivian patted her on the shoulder. “That sounds dreadful. Have you not eaten? Wait, I know. Let’s go to my office. You can tell me about it, and I can put you at ease. I just had a tray sent up with all kinds of goodies.”

It pained Lexi to say yes. She didn’t want to leave her package behind, nor did she want to talk about her feelings with Vivian. She knew that dodging Waterstone’s school counselor was wrong, but she also knew she couldn’t put it off much longer, what with the letter she got telling her she had to move out of the tower, or the glaring, ubiquitous news that the Murdrocks were officially taking over Waterstone. Besides, Anni adored Vivian, so Lexi agreed. It couldn’t be that bad.

A small but sunny little room with walls in warm buttery shades greeted them. Miss Sugar relaxed her perfect posture into one of two salmon-colored armchairs next to a round coffee table that was brimming with a beautiful tea service, including cookies, scones, and tiny saucers loaded with different jams.

Miss Sugar ushered Lexi to sit and handed her a plate with two chocolate chip cookies. “Here you go. This will make you feel a million times better.”

Lexi sat precariously, trying to relax but finding it difficult. She took the plate of cookies but didn’t touch them. “Miss Sugar—”

“It’s Vivian, dear. Go on, take a nibble.”

Lexi took a bite. The flaky, buttery goodness with an added dash of melting chocolate hit the spot. She finally understood why Anni had been raving about her visits with Vivian—food being one of her favorite pastimes. With cookies and tea and no Brunhild, the school cook, looming about, it made sense why Anni enjoyed this.

“Forgive me if this sounds indelicate, but the news about the Murdrock acquisition must have upset you a great deal. I’ll admit, even Anni has been tight-lipped about the issue.”

Lexi steeled herself as best she could.

“Yes,” Lexi said quietly. “I don’t know. Guess I’m like Anni; I don’t talk about it much…Mabel was like a mother to her and an auntie to me.”

“Yes, that’s very true. When we first spoke, Anni had a hard time saying Mabel’s name,” said Vivian gently. “I don’t expect you to do that, either. It’s just that, with everything going on, I want you to know that I’m here if you ever want to talk. After all, Mabel and Teddy’s families have run this school for generations. I would be surprised if you weren’t bothered by everything.”

Lexi nodded, feeling faint. She wasn’t ready to discuss Teddy, even though that was a leading comment. Not yet. They sat in silence for a few more seconds. Suddenly, Lexi became unexpectedly angry with Vivian. At the same time, she was startled by some kind of gray mist, almost invisible, creeping up from the corner floorboards. Lexi’s skin prickled as if a dead, clammy hand grasped the back of her neck while an unbearable weight fell onto her shoulders. A cauldron of guilt bubbled in her stomach as her secrets flooded her mind and emotions. Vivian appeared oblivious as the yellow walls turned a sallow green.

She knew she wasn’t really mad at Vivian. This was Funk; Teddy had told her about it years ago. He said that Funk was a nefarious force, an invisible shadow to most humans, that was capable of creating all kinds of mayhem, making people feel angry, sad or afraid, but he never told Lexi that she would be able see it. Poor Vivian raised a hand to her forehead, without a clue as to what was going on. Or did she? Lexi always wondered about the teachers at Waterstone, trying to guess who was an Elemental or a human. It didn’t matter, because she had made Teddy a promise that she would never talk about it.

“Lexi? Oh, my. Are you unwell?” asked Vivian.

“Um, tired, I think. I didn’t sleep well.”

“You should go upstairs and lay down. I’ll send a nurse to your room. We can talk another time. I think you should rest now. Will you promise to go straight upstairs?”

Lexi nodded as Vivian walked her to the door.

When her foot hit the slate floor, Lexi felt fine. She turned back to glance at Vivian’s room, and it, too, returned to its previous cheery state. All the strange visions and unpleasant sensations of the Funk disappeared. Everything went back to normal—everything was fine except Lexi couldn’t shake one thought.

The realization came fast and quick. What had she been thinking? How was she going to explain all the secrets she had been keeping without destroying her friendship with Anni?

CUCLOCKEYBEE

Anni stood rooted to the spot. The talking bat…rat…thing shot into the air and was gone without a trace. Did that just happen? She shook her head. Surely Lexi would have told her if a talking rat/bat thing left her a message, wouldn’t she? No, this was crazy. Just a figment of her imagination, that’s all. However, the raindrops hitting the top of her head were not.

She dashed across the school grounds and took shelter under the awning of Waterstone Academy’s front door. She wondered whether she should tell Lexi about Brat. But if she burst out and said it, Lexi might think she had lost her mind. Did she really want to start a conversation about a talking rat/bat? She didn’t. She had to find Lexi.

She peered into a window next to the school’s front doors and saw Ms. Downsnout placing the mail into the proper slots for the staff and students. Anni paced by the door, wishing the woman would hurry it up.

Her plan was simple: she had an hour before lunch duty to slip inside, run upstairs, and find Lexi. Finnegan was skulking across the lawn toward the kitchen. He didn’t seem to see her, but he was far too close for comfort. Finally, Ms. Downsnout finished sorting the mail and walked around the corner to her desk.

Stealthily, Anni entered the empty foyer. Then she headed for the stairs.

“Looking for someone?” asked the self-proclaimed queen bee, Miranda Firestone, her square jaw jutting forward, looking like it worked too hard to get the words out. Anni wasn’t sure what flounced down the stairs harder: Miranda’s red hair or her two cronies.

“Eggs,” Anni muttered.

“Do you even know what you’re saying?” Miranda sneered at her. “We missed your terrible breakfast service this morning. Did you get fired? When the Murdrocks take over, they won’t keep silly little hum—orphans like you around.”

Anni ignored her and headed toward the stairs.

“What about your little weirdo friend? Will she take your job in the kitchen, or will they kick her to the curb, too?”

Anni spun around, turned to Miranda, pointed her finger, and said, “Don’t you dare talk about Lexi! Get your facts straight; next time you lie about me to Finnegan—”

“Did I hear my name?”

Anni wheeled around. Finnegan was standing in the hall next to Brunhild, the school’s cook, whose greasy face rippled with fury.

“Here she is,” said Finnegan, grinning wickedly. “Sneaking off from her chores.”

“Who do you think you are, Cinderella?” said Brunhild, spittle flying out of her mouth with each word. She dragged Anni by the arm down the hall. “Just you wait; you’ll be the first to go. If I had the staff, I’d fire you myself. Dishes undone, trays upstairs, broken.”

Enraged and unable to contain her temper, Brunhild yelled in incoherent German, none of which Anni could comprehend. That, coupled with Finnegan’s malicious smirk and Miranda’s fits of laughter, made Anni wish she could disappear. Once they got to the kitchen, she shoved earplugs into her ears and tried to tune out the world.

The one o’clock school bell rang. Anni collected her things, ready to leave.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Brunhild smiled.

“I have a science test review.”

Finnegan came into the kitchen, his arms folded, blocking the door. “Today, you’ll be skipping that test review. Get notes from someone, if you have any friends. As punishment for lying about this morning—”

“I didn’t lie. Ask Viv—Miss Sugar. She’ll tell you.”

“Don’t interrupt! I also don’t care. You will finish those piles of dishes by hand, and shine the copper pots until they gleam. When you are finished, wash that excuse of a uniform by hand, and you’re banned from Friday night privileges. One peep out of you, and Brunhild will find plenty of other things for you to do.”

Anni fumed at the injustice of it all, but she remained quiet.

Finnegan left. Brunhild watched Anni clean the rest of the dishes and pots from a comfortable chair as she read a book, The Seven Secrets of Highly Successful People.

It took two hours to do all the dishes by hand and shine the pots, plus another hour to wash her uniform to Brunhild’s satisfaction. Anni had an extra pair of shorts and a shirt upstairs, but Brunhild wouldn’t let her get them and made her put on something from the lost and found bin. The choices were horrible: all she could find was a pair of neon red spandex pants and a bedazzled crop top in shocking pink. Anni despised pink.

When Anni left the kitchen, she didn’t take out her earplugs, just in case Brunhild started yelling again. She had to pass through the dining hall to get to the service stairs, which she wanted to use while dressed in the ridiculous red and pink outfit. But when she opened the door, she was hit first by the sounds of the movie she’d been forbidden to watch. Right after that came the guffaws, washing over her like a tidal wave. It didn’t help that Miranda was in the front row.

Anni felt her cheeks burn. She casually strolled through the dining hall, walked up the main staircase until she was sure no one was around, and ran the rest of the way. By the time she reached the tower’s common door, she was ready to lock herself inside and never come out again. She abandoned her selfish thoughts at the sight of Lexi slumped on the old, lumpy sea green sofa that Anni used as a bed. Lexi lifted her head from her hands when Anni shut the door. Something was very wrong because Anni had never seen her friend look this unraveled before, except maybe the last time she saw Teddy.

“Hi,” Lexi mumbled. “I was locked out last night…” An unwrapped package rested on her lap, and she held a small card in her hand. “It came for me in the mail.” On the brink of tears, she said, “I’ll be in huge trouble for this if I get caught. The mailman just gave it to me. No one else was there. It’s from Teddy, I’m sure.”

Anni rushed over. She pushed aside the parcel’s paper and saw an old patchwork doll with braided hair and dark skin like Lexi's. She checked the postmark. “It’s addressed to you. You’re not in trouble if it’s yours.”

“But Anni,” said Lexi. “I’m supposed to report it straight to the Headmistress. She asked me months ago to do that if anything came from Teddy. She said any communication had to go through the office first. Even Egbert said—”

“Ugh, forget that! Especially him. He’d take it in a second. You’d never see it again. Don’t show anyone that doll.”

“I know, I know, but I’m too old for dolls. This has to be a message.” Lexi bit her lip. “I think it’s a clue, but I don’t understand the note.”

“Just say you had it from before. Throw it on your bed. Where’s the card?”

“It came tied to the doll’s necklace.” Lexi handed Anni a small piece of paper.

No signature, no “Love, Uncle Teddy,” only a word—and an unusual one at that. Anni repeated it. “CUCLOCKEYBEE. Is that all?”

“Yes! I’m never going to figure it out.”

Anni paused, thought about it, and said, “Are you sure Teddy sent it?”

“It’s his handwriting, but messy and rushed…” Lexi’s hand trembled as she pulled out an old postcard from Teddy and showed it as a comparison to the package’s inscription. “It’s exactly the same, right?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure. It looks similar, but it doesn’t make sense. If he wanted you to have it, why can’t he come back and deliver it in person and stop the Murdrock takeover?”

“He’s not coming back,” said Lexi pointedly as she looked away.

“What?” A tinge of hurt rippled in her voice. Anni knew that averted glance all too well. She employed it herself whenever anyone asked her questions about Mabel. “But we don’t know anything yet. Not for sure anyway,” she said, desperately thinking that if what Lexi just said was true, both of their lives would change forever. She didn’t want to think about that reality, especially if it meant moving in with Egbert. So she forced herself to swallow her alarm and focus on Lexi. “Well, the clue is simple enough to figure out.”

“Really?” Lexi’s eyes bulged behind her giant, round glasses.

Even though she didn’t like to say her aunt’s name aloud, she needed to tell Lexi why she understood the clue. Like a rusted hinge on a door, the name passed through her lips with a squeak. “Mabel.”

“Oh,” said Lexi.

Anni was relieved she didn’t have to repeat herself. “She set up scavenger hunts around Waterstone and Edgewater. Those two weeks every summer when you and Teddy went away, she made clues for me with a bunch of words mashed together. Anyway, CUCLOCKEYBEE has four words: cu, clock, key, and bee.”

Lexi stared intently at the letters, too, until she said, “But what’s CU?”

“No thanks to Finnegan the Minion for trying to make me fail my test, but I know my Elements.”

“What?” Lexi gasped as her mouth fell open.

Anni wanted to give Lexi a little hope, but even she was beginning to doubt if this was possible. In a softer tone, she said, “Science class. The Periodic Table of Elements.”

“Oh, right,” said Lexi between short breaths.

“Cu means copper. And if I’m right, the first part of the clue is copper clock. That’s where we would start. Can you think of any copper clocks around here?”

Lexi straightened up. “I think there’s one next to the Headmistress’s office.”

“Behind the secretary’s desk. Let’s go check it out!”

“Anni, what if someone sees us?”

Anni grinned. “No one will, at midnight.”

MABEL’S KEY

After midnight, the girls made their way down one flight of stairs, but stopped halfway down the second. Rufous Finnegan was heading their way. They ducked behind a pillar on the third-floor corridor. Finnegan passed them on the way to their common room door.

“We’re busted,” said Lexi, trembling.

Finnegan stood on the landing with his head cocked to the side, listening. Slowly, he pulled out his keys and locked their door. Anni put a finger to her lips until they heard his keys clang farther and farther away.

Lexi wrung her hands, her eyes brimming, “We have to go back.”

“We can’t,” said Anni. “He locked our door.”

Lexi chewed her lip, and then nodded. “What are we going to do? I think he did the same thing last night, and I almost got caught in the halls.”

“Eggs!” said Anni. “Why’d he do that? Who told him to?”

“I don’t know. Do you think he found out about the doll?”

“If he knew, he’d take it. Anyway, stay here. I’ll go check the clock. You don’t have to come. It’s okay. I’ll meet you when I’m done.”

“Um, no, no. I should go, too. We should go together.”

Perhaps it was the hour, but an ominous presence surrounded them. Lexi flinched a dozen times as they made their way down the stairs. She acted as if the shadows were alive and ready to pounce. Anni shivered. The stone hall felt damp from the storm. She remembered a very different feeling back when Mabel was around, when everything seemed warmer, even at nighttime.

“Look.” Lexi pointed at Headmistress Turnkey’s door. “Her light’s out.”

Anni took Lexi’s hand and led the way. They inched past the secretary’s desk into the formal waiting room, decked out in golden beige hues, with upholstered chaises that matched the wallpaper. Shoved into the corner stood an antique copper clock, hidden behind the long fronds of a potted palm tree.

Anni inched the pot aside. Lexi climbed onto a chaise and teetered on its armrest, inspecting the clock’s face. Anni searched the clock’s base with no luck, but when she stood, she caught sight of Lexi pushing a small decorative finial.

Gears whirred, ending with a pop that echoed in the halls. A tiny compartment rolled open just under the number six, revealing something wrapped inside a cloth. Lexi took it, closed the lever, and jumped down to show Anni.

Together, they unwrapped the item in the dim light. It seemed to be another clue. Lexi rolled her eyes. “Great,” she said. “Now where does this go?”

Anni took the small object, turned it over and grinned. “I think I know exactly where this goes. This morning, I went to the clock tower to find you, but it was locked.”

“Really? But it’s never locked.”

“I know.” Anni spoke softly. “This key is the second clue of CUCLOCKEYBEE. So far we’ve found the copper clock, and this is a copper key. The word LOCK must be hidden in the word CLOCK, which has to be a third clue. The only place I saw a shiny new lock was on the door of the old clock tower.”

Anni didn’t understand why Lexi didn’t look more excited.

“Aside from today,” said Lexi with a furrowed brow. “when was the last time you went to the clock tower?”

“A week ago.” Anni shrugged. “Could have been longer. Why?”

“It’s weird, don’t you think?”

“What’s weird?” asked Anni in a whisper.

“What if someone is trying to trick us? Get us to go outside to…this might sound silly, but what if Finnegan’s actually protecting us?”

“Finnegan!” Anni snorted. “The Minion’s no protector! Besides, who’d trick us? It’s okay if you don’t want to go to the clock tower. I’ll go. You can keep watch.”

“No, no. I’m being silly, and I’m not letting you go alone.”

Waterstone’s front doors were locked tight. So were the sunroom’s French windows. There was only one door left. The girls tiptoed through the corridors without incident. They reached the kitchen, when the sound of a bullhorn made them freeze.

It was Brunhild; she was snoring. Unfortunately, that wasn’t all. The kitchen’s outside door butted right up against the Cook’s room, and both girls knew that it creaked every time it was opened. Anni had an idea and pointed to a jar of lard on the counter. Lexi grabbed it and together, they greased the door hinges.

With slimy fingers, Anni took a deep breath and turned the door’s knob. The kitchen door opened without a squeak. Relieved, the girls carefully shut the door behind them. Across the grounds, Finnegan’s gatehouse light was still on. They decided to run around the back of the school in case he might be looking out his window.

The wet grounds made it hard to run. By the time they reached the tower, they were thoroughly splattered with mud.

“You were right,” said Lexi, surprised when she saw the copper lock binding the clock tower’s door.

Anni took out the key from her shirt pocket. She tried to fit it into the lock, but it fell out of her wet hands onto the grass.

“Eggs!”

Lexi gasped. “Oo, Finnegan’s light went out. I sure hope he’s sleeping. If Egbert knew we were out here, he would be so mad at us.”

“Why would you say his name now?”

“I don’t know, but whenever you say Eggs, it’s like you’re cursing him,” said Lexi. “Never mind; did you find the key?”

With a steady hand, Anni inserted the key into the copper lock and turned it.

CLANG! THUMP!