Fizz didn't like magical creatures.
Come to think of it, he didn't really like magic all that
He liked his normal life above the
bookshop. He liked his normal job helping sell the books. He even
fancied a normal girl.
Therefore it would not surprise you
that he was looking at the magical being in front of him with a
mix of distaste and confusion.
It was small, probably about the
size of a small cat but with none of the lovable qualities.
Instead of fur it was covered in brown thorns with a long,
whip-like tail that lashed threateningly at him.
Fizz couldn't make out the nose but
it had two huge black eyes, shiny as marbles, bulging from its
head. Its ears were large too, long and triangular with a small
tuft of wiry hair at the ends. It growled at him and tiny claws
dug into the table top.
But Fizz didn't need any
dissuading, he didn't want to go anywhere near the little beast.
The growl stopped suddenly and the ears twitched forwards as if
listening for something. Then, out of the blue, the little
creature burped. The force of the burp made it slide backwards on
the table leaving a little trail of shaving in front of it and
something flew from its mouth.
Shiny, it hung in the air for a
split second before falling to the floor by Fizz's feet. The
creature resumed its growling. Fizz bent down gingerly, not
taking his eyes from the creature and picked the thing up.
It was a coin, and not just any
coin, a gold one. A real gold coin. Granted it was a bit sticky
but…it was still gold. The growling stopped again and fizz looked
up just in time to see another hurtle towards him.
"It's a sprigget." Harlem
"A what?" Fizz said, rubbing the
bruise forming above his eye.
"the magical world's waste
collectors. They'll swallow anything! I had one once, useful for
getting rid of the dangerous magic books. They're not picky
eaters. But that one there…" he gestured to the spriggit on the
table " That ones got a problem. I think it ate something it
shouldn't have by the looks of things."
The sprigget burped again and they
ducked as another coin whistled over their heads.
Harlem scratched his head. He owned the bookstore
downstairs and had come up to see what all the fuss was about. A
balding man with a white bristling moustache and tiny spectacles
he provided the town with all their book needs, magical or
Fizz pursed his lips. At that
moment the bell above the shop door tinkled and a voice called up
"Mr Harlem? Its Miranda, I came to
collect those books my father ordered."
Fizz's heart skipped a beat.
Miranda, the most beautiful girl in town. Harlem chuckled and
turned back to the ladder that lead down to the shop
"Hello love, was it the books from
Bates he wanted?"
"Yes and I was wondering if Fizz
was around, I need to talk to him…"
The spriggit began to growl again,
louder this time, its little body throbbing with the effort of
"Fizz? Are you up there?" she
"Shhhhhh!!!" Fizz said desperately
waving his hands at the spriggit.
It was obviously just what the
sprigit had been waiting for. It sprang from the table top and
clamped down on Fizz's fingers, hard.
Fizz let out a yell and hopped
backwards. He tripped over a chair, his hand waving desperately
in the air but the creature wasn't letting go, he fell head over
heels down the stairs.
Through a cloud of stars he saw
Miranda above him. In the sunlight her amber hair burned like
fire, her skin as flawless as smooth marble. In her arms she was
clutching a small book, no bigger than a pocket notebook with a
black leather cover.
The spriggit, unimpressed by the
fall down the stairs lunged at Miranda, who screamed and dropped
"NO!" yelled Harlem, but it was too
late. The spriggit had swallowed it.
Dazed, Fizz staggered to his feet.
He felt an itch, but it wasn't an itch, it was climbing. He
looked down to see the sprigget ripping its way up his trouser
leg. He yelled as it sunk its claws into his chest and then it
was around his neck, long tail firmly encircling it.
"My fathers book!" Miranda said and
The sprigget began to growl again
and Fizz whimpered as all the thorns began to stand on end next
to his skin.
"Pleas miss Miranda, leave it, I'll
order another one…" Harlem said
"I thought you said there were
none, my father needs this book!"
Fizz suddenly became aware that the
growling had stopped. The claws grasped his neck flesh suddenly
and he knew what was going to happen.
"Get down!" yelled Harlem but
Miranda was frozen.
The sprigget burped. Something
whistled into the air, faster than a crack of lightening, and
In Fizz's horrified gaze she began
to shrink, he ears begin to grow, her nose lengthen. In no time
at all she was the size of his hand and she had a tail! Miranda
was human no more. In her place was a perfectly white
The sprigget resumed growling. Fizz
sunk to his knees and stared at the spot where his beautiful
Miranda had been.
"What? How?" he said.
"That was a magic book, Fizz, and
"He's not my sprigget!"
"Your sprigget has taken to burping
Wide eyed fizz lifted the mouse
gingerly and it squeaked in annoyance.
"What am I going to say to her