The Misadventures of Mysterious Worlds. Part Two: Another Storyteller

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A young boy, Robbie, claims to have gone to another world called Ardia while cleaning the attic. Two orphans decided to figure out what really happened to Robbie in the attic that day. (The tragic
adventures of orphans.)

Submitted: February 04, 2018

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Submitted: February 04, 2018



The Misadventures of  Mysterious Worlds.

Part Two: Another Storyteller


“They are twins, oracle twins. Except, they can each only see certain things that will happen and the other can only see bad things.” The flashlight dimmed as the children sat around Robbie. Even Zeke seemed intrigued by these stories.


“Why wouldn’t a pirate want them on board his ship then?” Zeke asked.


“Because, the skeleton king owns them, if anyone were to be caught helping them escape they would be punished.”


“Skeleton king? Oh what, is he going to kill the pirates?” I huffed. If he was going to tell these stories they should at least be creative.  




“It’s a real question, I want to know, what does he do Robbie?”


“He doesn't kill them, he turns them into skeletons,” he said quietly.


“And that’s so bad?” I laughed. Robbie looked around quietly.




“Just admit it, Robbie, these stories are just stories. Cliche stories.”


“NO! I was there, It really happened Winnie.” He seemed very anxious.


“Ignore her, just keep going.” Zeke chimed in and shot me a glare.


“The siblings try to escape, from the world. You see they were stolen in infancy by a pirate named,” He stopped suddenly.


“What’s wrong, what was he named?” Zeke asked.


“Oh, I-I, I can’t remember.” He sat up quickly. “It’s late, we should go to bed.” We all looked at him curiously.


“Robbie, are you feeling alright?” The eight-year-old boy looked unnaturally pale.


“Oh, yes, I'm-m, fine.” he trudged toward his bed.


Something was wrong. It wasn’t like Robbie to not end a story, or to forget any detail of his world.


I remember very well what Robbie had been like before, before he changed. He was such a happy boy. But one day Mrs. Rorr sent him all alone to the attic to clean it out. He came back down and said he had found a secret room. When he went up to show me, there was nothing there. That was the first of many lies he told. The next day he said he’d found the room again, and this time he remembered where it was. I refused to go with him and he got mad and stormed off. He came running back downstairs a few minutes later, he was crying. He cried and cried all that night and the next morning he began to tell stories about another world. He talked differently, he looked much more grave than he had. I had wondered if he was just upset with me for not believing him. But the thought of it being something more, if something had happened to him in that attic, loomed in my mind. I don’t think I will ever know for sure. But I missed the young boy with bright eyes.


When Robbie had ‘come back’ from the other world, he went straight to Mrs. Rorr. She, at first had asked him questions about the world. She had encouraged him to recall each and every detail. But as time went on, she became less friendly about the stories, as she would often punish him for sharing the tales with anyone.


I’d overheard her and him, the morning after he had ‘returned.’


“Tell me, Robert, how did you get to this world?”


“I, I don’t remember.” Funny, he seemed to remember, when he told the stories to the

children. He must have known no adult would stand to hear his nonsense of jewelry boxes.


“Tell me about this world,”


“Well, it had things, unlike anything you could ever dream of.” And so he filled her ears with his gibberish fairy tales. But that was months ago. Now talk of other worlds is forbidden.

Though I loved Robbie, I will admit I found it strange that she didn't lock him away. He had been crazy since then, and at times manic. Other times he would go days without sleep or food. He would just sit there as if his mind was somewhere else. It was abnormal, and yet no one seemed to mind it. But even now he seemed to be off, for he was forgetting his own silly stories, and often times asked to be told stories instead of telling them. Perhaps it was simply that Web Morgan peaked his interest and maybe Zeke was good for something after all. Maybe.

The next day, I woke to find him out of bed, standing at the window. He stared out, unable to look away.


“What do you think they’re talking about?” he said abruptly.

I looked outside and saw Zeke talking with Henric. How odd that Zeke was awake this early.


“I don’t know.”


“Do you think he’s telling him a story?”




“No. Henric. He’s told me lots of stories before.”


“Henric?” I was surprised. “How odd. I thought he didn't like stories.”


“Yes, it is odd isn't it. He tells it differently you know.”




“Zeke. He tells the story differently from Henric.” He spoke with such a hollow voice, it hardly seemed like him.


“What do you mean?”


“Before Zeke came, Henric had told me about Web Morgan. He always told me Web Morgan stories.”


“Henric?” I said with disbelief. “How does he know those stories?”


Robbie shrugged. The dark circles under his eyes had gotten worse, and I had noticed that he was getting smaller with every passing day.


“Henric believes my stories Winnie, Zeke told me he believed too. Why don’t you believe me?”


“Robbie, it’s impossible. I went up there myself. There was no room. There was nothing! There is no other world!” I tried to explain, but I had no real explanation for him.


“Even Mrs. Rorr believes me! She said she did.”


“Oh, Robbie, when are you going to grow up?”


“She did!” His sad face was full of insecurity.


“It’s not real,” I said.

“You’ll see Winnie, you’ll get caught up in it and you’ll see, I wasn’t lying.” He spoke with no hope. His words were somber.




“You think I’m crazy! I am not crazy! I am not Winnie! You don’t get it, you just…” He

became aware of how disturbed he looked and settled down. We exchanged looks for a moment.


“I just…” He looked around frantically. Had the children seen him? No, they were still

sleeping. I stared blankly at the poor boy. Something was very wrong.


“Why is it so important to have someone believe you?” I asked hesitantly.


“If you had just come with me, you would have seen, and…” He looked away, “I would

have someone,” his voice was heavy. “I wouldn’t be alone here… Oh, but Ardia is a terrible place…” a tear came down his small cheek.


“But the stories you tell…”


“When you live them, it’s… different.”


He was right, the truth was, I should have been there, but I wasn’t. And now whatever happened in that attic was threatening to eat the poor boy alive.


“Alright Robbie,” I sighed. “I’ll find proof, of whatever happened.” But for that, I would need Another storyteller. Zeke. I looked out the window.


There was a slight trace of hope in his tired eyes.


“I know you don’t believe. But thank you.”


That afternoon, I went to see Henric. I was determined to get justice for Robbie.




“Afternoon Winnie” He shifted his eyes and looked at me uneasily.


“Did you tell Robbie ‘Web Morgan’ stories?”

“I-eh-Well…” He looked up nervously at the window. I followed his gaze. Mrs. Rorr sat quietly looking down at us.


“I can’t talk about this now Winnie, and if I were you, I’d be careful around that Robbie. He isn’t what he seems, no one is, not anyone, ever!” He hobbled away.


Chills went down my spine.


The next person on my list to talk to was Zeke. Around this time of day, he would be enjoying a snack. He was right about one thing, Mrs. Rorr did like him. He received special treatment all the time. I walked briskly to the house. There he was, slurping a second bowl of soup.




“Winnie,” He said in imitation.

“What were you and Henric talking about this morning?”


“Oh? You saw that? Henric was just asking about Web Morgan. He had a funny interest in the man,”


“Funny? Did he ask you a lot of questions? Did he say anything about Web Morgan?” Zeke stared at me with a funny look.


“No, he didn’t ask a lot of question… unlike some people” He slurped his soup.


“Zeke, what do you really think about Robbie? Do you believe him?”


“Of course not, but hey, everyone needs an escape, maybe Ardia is Robbie’s”


“Ardia?” A voice broke into the conversation. “Is that what he calls it? Ardia?”


“Mrs. Rorr, I-um…” I stumbled to say anything worth saying. Zeke must have sensed my hesitation with her and didn’t miss a beat.


“Yes, he calls it Ardia, why do you ask?”


“Oh, no, I… he just never told me the name,” She seemed very strange.


“Why would he, you don’t believe him, anyway, it’s all nonsense,” I said abruptly.


“Yes, nonsense, of course.” She backed away slowly. Zeke and I exchanged looks. And she removed herself from the room, footsteps could be heard loudly rushing about, and the door to her office slammed shut.

Without thinking we both followed her and put our ear to the door. There were many noises and then papers shuffled. More noise, then we heard her curse an absurd amount of curses and mumbled. “Where did I put that box?”


“Box?” Zeke said.


Box, I thought, a jewelry box? It couldn’t be a coincidence, could it?


More noise was made and we scrambled to hide as she quickly unlocked the door and hustled upstairs.

The moment she left, Zeke ran into her office and began to frantically look for something.


“What are you doing?” I demand to know.


“It can’t be!” He fumbled with a paper and looked sick. I think I saw a tear fall from his eye, but he turned around so quickly I couldn’t be sure. I found it odd that a thirteen-year-old boy would react so childishly. I had always thought that older children weren't supposed to behave that way.


He swore and crumbled the paper.


“What’s wrong? What’d you find?”


“You know those stories I told you and the other kids,” I didn't like how he referred to me as a kid, after all, I was much smarter than those children and perhaps Zeke too. I was hardly younger than him!


“Web Morgan?”


“They weren’t stories,” he pulled and pushed all sorts of things around. There was a click and a secret compartment slide out of the desk. “Web Morgan is-- was real.”


“What are you talking about?”


He opened the compartment, there was a book filled with notes and stories Robbie had told about Ardia.


“Web Morgan is-- was my father!”


“What!” He’s crazy.


“No, listen, Mrs. Rorr, she, she’s Annabelle!”


“Your mother?” I felt like I was the victim of an elaborate joke.


“She found me, unless, she doesn't know it's me?”


“You’re crazy, you and Robbie and this whole place!” I demanded.


“I’m not crazy! Look,” From the book he pulled a photo of a man and a baby, on the back was written: L2R: Web, Ezekiel, Annabelle Morgan, then below it was written; Dearest Belle, My love for you is unending, which is why I must leave you. I can’t let you make this mistake. I will always be nearer to you than you may think. Zeke and I. Love, Web.


“Then how does Henric know the stories?”




“Robbie said that before you came, Henric told him stories about Web Morgan.”


“Henric? That’s impossible, Robbie is crazy. He told me he thought I could live through the cat apocalypse.”




“That’s what I said! Forget Robbie, he’s crazy.” Zeke rushed to put everything back, but footsteps were coming.


“Quick into the wardrobe.” The door opened seconds later.


“Where is it?”


“What?” Robbie coughed with a sickly shudder.


“The jewel! You stole it, it was here, and Henric told you that, that story and now it’s gone.” She pounded her fists on the table.


So that’s where Robbie got the idea of another world, from the aurora jewel.


“Robert, just tell me where you hid it, and we can forget the whole thing,”


“I can’t do that,”


“I’ll find it sooner or later Robert.”


“You’ll never crack the code, it’s impossible.”


“You mean,”


“This isn’t what he found the jewel for!”


“How do you know, you’ve only heard part of the story, I was going to save you, I was going to save everyone like you,”


“No you weren’t, you were going to destroy the other worlds and everyone in them.”


“Robbie, please…”


“You’ve convinced everyone I am crazy, you know I am not crazy, it was you, you sent me there!”


“You may have thought you saw something, or perhaps it was a dream,”


“Why are you denying it, there is no one around, why can’t you admit I didn’t make it up!” Robbie seemed so desperate.


“There is no other world Robbie, it was just a dream,”


“Stop it, Aunt Annabelle, I am not crazy, even Henric told me,”


“Of course Henric told you, Robbie your father doesn’t want to face facts, but the facts are you’re mad, and those tales he told you about me, were stories. I am not the bad guy here”


“Then why do you want the Jewel so badly?”


“It’s all I have left of him, of Web.” At those words, I could feel Zeke’s anger growing.


“What about your son, your real son, what about him?”


“I have him now, that’s all that matters.”


“You’re lying, you would give him up again in a heartbeat!”


“Watch your mouth!”


“Well we’ll never know because it’s gone, you won’t find the jewel, not any day soon.” She rose to her feet quickly and slapped him. He muttered a curse, one that a boy his age shouldn’t know to say upon instinct.


She grabbed his face her hands wrapped tightly around it, “Watch your back, Robert Samuel.”


Robbie left the office weakly.


She sat, quietly in her chair for a moment, then she dialed the phone.


“Sammy, oh it’s been too long, really what were we even fighting about?” There was a loud noise on the other end, “Oh right, you killed my husband and kidnapped my child,” she forced a laugh, “ Bygones. Say, Sammy, how would you like a chance to get back at that younger brother of yours?” There was another pause, “I thought so, I just happened to know where Henric’s been hiding all these years, I’ll just need a tiny little something in return, you know nothing is free these days.” She smiled. “Fine, we have a deal then?” She cleared her throat. “I’ll be seeing you soon.”

She rapidly hung up the phone and left the room.


Zeke and I stared at each other in silence.


“Your name is Ezekiel?”


“You’re kidding me right?” He looked at me oddly. “That’s all you have to say?”

I didn’t know what to say, I felt crazy, the world was going mad around me.


“This is nonsense!” Thing is nonsense.  


“I can’t believe it.” He trailed off. “Henric, he’s a Crowley,”


That’s right, the story, the brothers. I felt overwhelmed.


“That makes Robbie,”


“My cousin,” He said. Maybe crazy ran in the family.


“Why didn’t the stories mention the fourth brother? What did he do that was so bad anyway? Should we warn him?” Now Zeke looked overwhelmed.


“We need to talk with him. Before the Crowleys get here.”


“What will happen to Robbie if they…” I didn't want to finish that sentence.


“I don't know.”


How could any of this be true? Somethings cannot be explained away. Funny how things can so quickly change. And so quickly everything you thought you knew turns out to be all wrong. Funny. But this didn't mean Robbie went to another world, it meant we had to help him, we had to do something. We couldn't just sit around and watch, so we decide to warn Henric. It only seemed right.



“Children! Eh--” He looked around nervously. “This really isn’t the best time to be bothering me.”


“Henric, something terrible is happening,”


“Yeah, yeah, that’s-err, have you seen Robbie today?” He fidgeted nervously. “It’s um--I just haven’t seen the young chatterbox, you know?” He forced a chuckle.


“Henric, it’s really important we talk to you,” I tried again.

“Yeah, that’s nice.” He looked away.


“Henric, You’re in danger,” Zeke said.


“I don’t have time for this-- Where is Robbie?”


It all feels like a funny dream.


“Why are you looking for Robbie anyways?” Zeke said in a calm tone.


“He-- didn’t show up this afternoon, we always tell stories at noon.”

Did they hear me? Was I here? I watched as the two exchanged glances knowingly.


“No, other reason?”


“Boy, what are you implying?”


“I think you know ‘Uncle’ Henric.” Henric looked at me, then back to Zeke.


“So you know. Does she know?”


“That we know?”


“That you know.”




“How do you know that she doesn’t know that you know what she knows.” I look at both of them, what was happening here? Can’t people say what they mean anymore?


“We heard her while we were hiding in the wardrobe,”


“Hiding in the wardrobe! Why on earth were you doing in--” He looked from me to Zeke and shrugged, “Actually, I don’t want to know.”


“No, we followed her because after we told her Robbie’s world was names Ardia, she ran to her office.”


“Yeah! And after she left we went to see what she was doing,” I said.


“But then she came back,”


“So we hid in the wardrobe.”


“And we heard her talking to Robbie, and then she called ‘Sammy’”


“She called Robbie Sammy?” He looked nervously around.


“No. She called someone named Sammy after you left.” I tried to explain.


“Oh no--” He looked at us with a white face. “You’re sure she said, Sammy?”




“What’s wrong Henric, why has Sammy been looking for you?”


“Samson Crowley.”He muttered.


“Your brothers,” Zeke said not as a statement or question, he just said it. But I thought we already established that.


“Why do your brothers want to find you so bad?” I said though I wasn't entirely sure I was part of this conversation.


“Because of what happened to Web, I messed it up, I--” His eyes looked behind us.


“Henric, there you are.” Annabelle smiled, “I’ve been looking all over for you, we really must discuss an important matter.”


“Y-yes, right away.” Henric turned back to us, “Go find Robbie, make sure he’s alright.”

“But Henric,” Zeke stopped me.


“Come on Winnie.” He whispered.


He walked back toward the house. I looked up and saw Robbie’s grim face watching us from the window.

Henric was wrong, I thought, there wasn’t another storyteller, Zeke hadn’t been telling stories, he’d been telling the truth. There was something bigger going on here. No one was who they claimed to be and something had happened to Robbie. I was going to find out. I was going to find out everything.


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