My Ranking Points
The letter had lain unopened on Sten’s nightstand for quite a while. Maybe, he had thought, if I ignore it, it will go away. But the letter didn’t go away. It sat stubbornly next to Sten’s sewing box, the silver swans glaring angrily at him.
Tonight, a month after the letter had arrived, Sten’s mind was busy with other things. Little Donna was sick, and if Sten didn’t get her sniffles gone fast, Marie would start to cough, and then Sarah would feel faint, and Anna would sneeze, and Jonathan would get a rash, and it would all be one big mess. So on the first of September, the day the letter had said that Sten was to arrive at The School For Good, Sten sat in his kitchen, making chamomile tea and trying to convince 6 year old Donna to drink a tiny bit of cough syrup.
“Donna, dear, I know it’ll taste bad, but it’ll make your sniffles go away!” Sten told her in his dark, rumbling voice.
“I won’t do it!” Donna huffed, crossing her arms stubbornly.
“If you take this medicine, Donna, I promise that I’ll let you have my piece of maple candy when Uncle Chidike comes home…” Sten coaxed. Donna looked up hopefully. “I won’t even let Auntie Nora know that you had extra sweets” he said with a smile. Donna looked doubtful, and seemed to mull the deal over in her tiny six-year-old brain. Finally, she nodded enthusiastically. Maple candies were her favorite. Sten held the spoonful of cough syrup up and as Donna was about to drink it, Sten felt himself falling…
He hit stone hard, and pain erupted in his shoulder. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the worry and confusion exploding inside of him.
“Where am I?” He said, pushing himself up from the stone. This wasn’t the farm.
A cloud of fairies swarmed around him.
“Where am I?” Sten repeated again. “Who are you? Where’s Donna? Have I lost my mind?”
The fairies didn’t respond- instead they all pointed to the great, pink castle looking in front of him.
“Where am I?” Sten said again, his temper rising slightly. “I need to get back home- my cousin is sick.” But instead of answering his questions, the fairies grabbed him by the straps of his overalls and dragged him towards the castle. Sten struggled at swatted at them, but was unable to stop them from carrying him.
“Let me go!” He shouted. “I don’t belong here!” He swiped at a fairy, and to his surprise, clobbered it in the head. The fairy faltered, and fell to the ground. The other fairies stopped, and dropped Sten onto the ground.
“Thank you, now which was out of here?” Sten said brusquely, brushing himself off. But instead of being pointed towards the nearest train out of this accursed place, Sten was attacked by a pack of no less than five wolves.
They latched onto his collar, pants, shoes, and arms, and dragged him once again towards the castle.
“I! Need! To! Get! Home!” Sten shouted, punctuating each word with a swipe at one of the wolves. However, wolves were a lot harder to knock out than fairies.
Sten was dragged up what felt like fifteen flights of stairs, kicking and yelling the whole way, until the wolves dropped him unceremoniously in front of a handsome oak door.
“Stay here” The biggest wolf growled, and the wolves and fairies streaked away.
Sten didn’t bother to look around or open the door. He stayed on the ground and felt the weight of everything crash over him.
“I have to get out of here,” he whispered to himself.