first chapter previous chapter The Journal of Bonifer Squoon As I reach to put up a book about ways to cook diggle meat, I feel someone watching me. I take the book back off the shelf and turn, a few inches from Zouzab. “That’s the wrong way to put it in,” he insists, snatching the book and climbing to the top of the shelf. “Here’s how,” he tells me, putting it in the exact same way. “Thank you, Zouzab,” I smile, but something in his face seems off. I search back through the rows of bookcases until Oskar’s desk is back in sight, along with one more box of books and an empty one Janner and Tink had been too short to stack. Picking up the empty box, I catch a glimpse of the label on the lid. Dang. Janner and Tink appear from the shelves and look at the lid in shock. Even Zouzab gets down from the shelves long enough to stare. I push the empty box into the pile, careful where they latch together, and come back to see the crate. “Aha!” Oskar yells, making everyone jump back a little, “I’ve been waiting all day to look through this one, my boys. It’s from Dang,” He adds the last few words in a whisper. “But-how? Who-who do you know in Dang?” Tink almost sounds like he’s yelling the question and I throw a hand over his mouth. “There are still Fangs, Tink. We don’t want anyone to find their attention,” I tell him, slowly removing my hand as Oskar pipes in. “You don’t want to spend another night in jail, do you?” I almost turn to look at him, but hold back. Of course he knows about that, he was right across from it, I remind myself. Tink changes his vice to a whisper, but still sounds more sure of his question, “Sorry, Mister Reteep. Who do you know in-” Oskar interrupts him, “I don’t know anyone on Dang. I found this old box along with the others, but I didn't want to draw any attention to it, so I piled it at the bottom of the wagon. I opened it long enough to see that it’s full of books. That’s all I know.” Oskar slowly lifts the lid as if the books may try to attack him. One title from his list suddenly surfaces in my mind, The Journal of Bonifer Squoon. I step back until I feel the shelving behind me, trying to get out of the way. Did he write about the Fangs? I wonder, Does it say anything about us? In the bottom of the crate, I see a book with a worn leather cover. And stitched with the Annieran Crest. Before Tink or Janner have time to see it, I lift it carefully from the crate and open the cover, not too surprised by the first message. This is the journal of Bonifer Squoon Chief Advisor to the High King of Anniera Keeper of the Isle of Light Read this without my permission And I will pound your nose Well, his warning is fair . . . I think, remembering the few unlucky enough to not listen to such statements. He may have been small, but he was still someone to watch out for. For more reasons than one. I bump into something wooden and look up, realizing I’d zoned out and walked into Oskar’s desk. “Uh, journal?” I stutter, trying to think of something to say. Oskar takes the book from me and places it inside his desk. Please don’t say anything about us. “That’ll be all then, Igibys. Stack those crates by the woodpile, and you can come in and browse the rest of the books all you like. Each of you may take home three volumes, but I must approve them before you go. Tink, you like to draw, don’t you? As I recall, I have an extensive collection of art books that you might find helpful.” With that, he led Tink away, leaving me and Janner with the crates. Once the crates were stacked, me and Janner left the small area and walked into different zones of Oskar’s maze. “Tink?” I ask, rounding a corner and seeing him crouched on the floor. “Hm?” He jumps, then relaxes a moment later, “Oh, Maddie, uh, Janner must have bumped into something earlier and it looks like there’s something stuck in there.” I crouch next to him and inspect the little opening, thankful for once for the melding as I slip my hand in and grab the parchment.

Vagabond-wanderer, stranger found this term in a book and really thought it was a made up term . . . Key chains - thwapton gameshow, thwapton gameshow, feather head BRACELETS purple-HS Pink-FF Yellow-RANGERS Green-WSYD ( whatever sprinkles your doughnut) Multi-TTH I also made some other stuff, but I either no longer have it or forgot I made it @Anaya the ✨ Unaligned Cheerleader✨ (FF, FAR, ASC, BLT, AMLC) @Breadstik (FF, ASC, BLC) @Matt's Edge (FF) @Seth the MuffinMan (HS Captain) @Mr. Banana II [FR, HK, HORC, NPP, ST, SA of SIA and CIA, ect.] @Wren [HS, TW, CE, BW, LEDS, ASC, BLC] @Rachel Blackburn (HS) (FAR cofounder)(BLC) @Fab (HS) @✨Bats the Sleep Deprived FF Doctor (BLC)✨ @andreajoy4jesus playing an online game Anaya-*yelling into the Mic every fight Stik-*mutes himself so people don't hear him laughing at anaya* Matt-*over planning for success Seth-*sabotaging people from winning whether it makes him loose or not Bana-*not paying attention, trying to have squirrels spy on everyone Wren-*distracting bana from talking to squirrels Rachel-*keeps getting on and off because of Steph and Sveta Fab-*protecting Rachel, beanz have hacked the game Bats-* trying to make people follow a really rough idea of a plan she disguised as a game Miss andrea-*is heard through Bats' Mic laughing at everything, has become immune to concern for crazies Unrelated, anyone else think it'd be cool if a fantasy museum existed? Like, a museum but instead of the exhibits you'd usually find, it's creatures people use in fantasy?( ex-dragons, elves, faries, dwarves) I think that'd be really interesting to go see

No clue where to put this but I'm thinking this is the only book where he gets mentioned by name, what is the ship captains name? Also, not part of my original question, what's the ships name? Looked up " what is the name of the ship captain in the wing feather saga?" And it told me Peer the Sock Man. Added " when they sail to the green hollows" and it now says "Jinto Qweb" anyone actually know his name? I was going to try tofind it, but the books moved and I'm guessing they are now somewhere in the attic along with narnia. So . . . help? Not a part of my story, that's on my computer and I can't get to my computer at the moment, but now its bothering me that I don't know the name of the ship or captain

@Bats the Overprotective Throne Warden✨✨(FF) (BLC) (Elite Door Smasher Captain) here you go! First chapter Previous chapter Books and Crannies After a lunch of apples and butterbread, me, Tink, Janner, and Podo walk to town, which I think the boys preferred. The closer we got to Oskars, the more jumpy they were. Though it’s a normal day, it seems silent compared to the amount of noise from the festival. I wave to the Shoosters as we pass. Glancing over to the jail, I see Gnorm laying in his chair, asleep. I’m not positive, but I think Janner almost tripped when he moved closer to Podo. “You lads run along to Oskar’s. I’ll be watching over ye from the tavern. I feel the need to wake up old Shaggy and wet my whistle, Podo tells us. Janner opens his mouth, then shuts it and stands up a little straighter, “Yes sir. Come on, Tink.” Janner waves to Zouzab, who’s sitting on the roof. “And hello to the Igiby children. I trust your time at the festival was pleasurable?” His words sound careful, like he knows more than he says. Like he’s planning each word carefully. “Yes, it was definitely a day to remember,” I tell him, “Not to be forgotten any time soon. Is Mr. Reteep inside?” “Inside, yes. Many are the books that arrived by wagon not an hour ago. Many new books for you to read, Maddie Igiby.” “Thank you,” We walk in, and Zouzab watches in silence. As we make our way to the back, Tink keeps stopping to look at the items scattered (Though quite carefully, as Oskar was quite specific about where all his little treasures went) across the shelves. “Look!” I turn around at Tink’s voice, laughing as he stares at a bowl full of dusty spectacles. Janner makes a sound and points to a green cylinder, a Snot Wax candle, when I look over. “Eh? Who’s there?” some of the books shift around until Oskar is visible, “Ah! Maddie, Janner, Tink, I didn’t hear you come in. There’s a lot of work to be done, so no dillydallying. Time for browsing later. Follow me.” The books slide back, hiding Oskar, and his steps sound off the wooden floors. After successfully getting to the back without any wrong paths, we see Oskar sitting in the back with a pipe. “Now, lads, I’d have thought your Podo would have taught you better than to laze around while an old man like me needs your help. What in Aerwiar have you three been doing out there?” “We were arguing,” I tell him, “About whether to turn at Skreean History or–” He waves his hand, “No matter. I believe it was the great Chorton who wrote, ‘To worry over dallying siblings is not worth the trouble when a large shipment has arrived.’ Or something to that effect.” Tink moves a few steps closer to Mr. Reteep’s desk, looking at a map spread across the cluttered desk.  I turn the map face down as Oskar walks over. “Easy, young Igiby,” he tells Tink, “Surely your brother and sister have told you that not everything here is permissible for young eyes. There are mysteries in the world that should remain mysteries for the young.” I glance back at him and see his face bright red, I smile as I step away from the desk, giving Oskar more room. “Where did all these books come from?” Janner asks. Oskar looks around his shop, admiring the rows of books a moment before answering, “The real question, young Janner, is where didn’t these books come from. I traveled all over Skree after the Great war, salvaging what could be salvaged. You wouldn't believe the rubble. Those rotten Fangs burned our homes and cities to the ground. But as it always does, the dust settled. As the Skreeans began to unearth life again, they also unearthed these treasures. Books. Only they weren’t treasures anymore. Not to everyone. I knew that I had to gather them up, preserve them. Most people were working so hard at rebuilding and adjusting to life with evil snake men breathing down their necks that they didn’t have time for books. They were given to me or sold for pennies. As the infamous Bweesley the Leaf Thief said in his memoir, ‘Cheap is almost free,’ Look around you, lads. This is the best of old Skree. Or at least, it’s what’s left of it.” I run my hand over the worn spines, remembering some of them from Anniera’s towns. “On Dragon Day,” Oskar continues, “the people who visit me come to remember who they were. They always leave sad. Now then, here’s what I need of you three. I’ll sit at the desk and keep record of the books and their categories-very taxing on the mind, I assure you-and you three unload the crates and stack them where old Oskar Noss Reteep tells you. Just holler out the title and author, can you handle that?” Janner and Tink nod, but a motion above the shelves distract me. I look up and see Zouzab sitting on the top of a bookcase, watching us. “-yes,” I hear Oskar say, pulling my attention back, “Get thee busy.” -BTW, anyone who remembers Little Fire from the last chapter, he's at the cottage. I didn't really know how to add him in

@Seth the MuffinMan (HS Captain) @Matt's Edge (FF) @Mr. Banana [FR, HK, HORC, NPP, ST, SA (of SIA and CIA.) ect.] @Anaya Wingfeather the Cheerleader (FF, FAR, ASC, BLT, AMLC) @Wren [LR, TW, CE, BW, ASC, BLC] @Ellie Mee @Rachel Blackburn (HS) (FAR cofounder)(BLC) @Fab (HS) Texting Fab-Who else is listening to Seth’s questioning? Rachel-Me. I’m in the room behind the judge Anaya-next courtroom over, listening through the wall Ana-in the jury with Matt Spags-Found a good view from the balcony Bana-in the ceiling with the squirrels Anaya-wait, Spags, I thought TTHers were banned except for Ellie and Matt. How'd you get in? Spags-crawled in the ceiling. Almost made Bana fall through Wren-Seth’s in court? Seth-*checked messages once and is now staring at Matt so he doesn’t laugh* Bana-everyone ready? Spags-in position Wren-what’s happening? Anaya-sitting in the hall, ready for signal Fab-ready Rachel-go! herd of thwaps and squirrels come in and chase everyone out Judge-order! Order! Seth-*stands up and walks to middle of the floor* Matt-*finally checks messages and reads through plan* Everyone in hiding-*comes out from hiding places* Matt-I can’t tell whether I should be proud y’all thought of that or disappointed you went through with it Seth trying to blend in while in the Middle Ground Human-so . . . what do you do for fun? Maybe we could hand out some time? Seth-typically? Make inventions, make Bounds, find ways to destroy TTH, occasionally throw a few people into the Abyss or Realm of Chaos . . . yeah, pretty typical. drinks juicebox Human-oh, I-uh, I usually just go . . . swim or something . . .  Seth-*processes what he said* oh, don’t worry about here. I have no desire to destroy here. Only the Thwap House. Human-oh . . . okay then . . .  Anaya*-spawns somewhere nearby and sees Seth* HEY SETH! WE GONNA FINISH OUR FIGHT OR WHAT? Seth-*turns around and glares* DO YOU WANT TO FIGHT THE SHARD!? Human-Uh, do I need to leave or . . .  Seth-Hm? No, you’re fine makes a portal and sends him and Anaya somewhere random to finish fight Human-*blinks in surprise* what in the world . . . .  Fab-HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! BE GONE FROM THIS PLACE, SOCKLESS HUMAN! (the first started from a generator, this was so much more than what the generator said, though. second was from a random thought I had because a friend said something mildly concerning during lunch the other day and then ate like, some really kiddish food, and my first thought was, "gives Seth")

@andreajoy4jesus @Batwhacker the Freedom Fighter ✨✨✨✨ (BLC) @Seth the MuffinMan (HS Captain) @Breadstik (FF, ASC, BLC) @Wren [LR, TW, CE, BW, BLC] @Rachel Blackburn (HS) (FAR cofounder)(BLC) @Matt's Edge (FF) @Lili Shakespeare (FF, FAR, BLC, ASC) @Kay Livingstone (FF, BLC) @Ellie Mee@Fab (HS) @Jckaw [LR] @ithinkiforgotsomeone casual explosion Safety Inspector walking up the path-well, I don’t think they’ll make it . . . TTH is magically in one piece when they pass out of the woods SI-well, maybe . . . starts checking around Seth- starts attacking again SI-well Andrea, I don’t know how you managed to get all the complaints I got about here, but you passed. floor falls down, revealing Seth with explosives while Ellie and Anaya throw random objects at him Andrea- steps in front of hole, barely covering the amount of missing floor SI-Andrea, sorry to say, but I have to agree with the complaints. Andea-Maybe we can come to an agreement? SI-I can take just the one with the muffins? Everything should be fine after that, once you fix the floor, that is. Andrea- . . . if you can . . . walks away Glitter starts going to the edges of the hole building a new floor proceeds to try and trap Seth Fab-do you want your socks back? SI-what do you mean? They’re right-give me those! Spags- sneaks behind while SI’s distracted, stealing food Seth- breaks bonds in less than five seconds Anaya- was hiding in a tree about to do something, but falls out laughing Wren- minding her own business, unaware of SI until Anaya falls on her SI-hey! Someone get him! points at Seth Spags- knocks out one of the inspectors and shifts into them, fake tying Seth while waiting for Rachel Rachel- jumps out of nowhere and starts yelling at people, mostly at the person talking to Steph Jckaw- being chaotic and trying to eat something she probably shouldn’t Stik- laughing with Anaya about the whole situation by this point Anaya- only got off Wren because she rolled off laughing Seth- throws up shard to scare people, is successful Matt- walks outside confused, then tries to help SI Sapgs- No! Matt! He’s trying to trap Seth! Do you want him to get hurt!?! Matt-I know that, I’m helping him up so he can leave. Lili- chasing after people trying to get Chorkneys into a zoo van SI-I’ll get you eventually, fools stomps off, no longer wearing a jacket, socks, or shoes. Also managed to get a thwap in his hair? Spags- runs up and taps his shoulder SI-WHAT! Spags-I’ll be looking forward to “eventually” smiles, grabs thwap from his hair, and skips back through a random fire that started

first chapter previous chapter -bum Bum BUM! Back to Normal I don’t move when I wake up. Instead listening to the sound of Nia cooking and Podo yelling at something outside. I push myself up and climb over the edge to get ready. “Good morning, Mama,” I say as I enter the kitchen. “Good morning to you too. Would you mind helping your grandfather for a bit?” I laugh and step outside, watching some thwaps dash around in attempted escape. I dodge one and kneel, holding my hand out to a thwap a little closer. Clicking my tongue, I study the thwap that runs up. It’s not a Garden Thwap, Bush? Bark? “Hello, little one,” I murmur. The thwap takes the piece of food from my hand and I notice how short its ears are. Bush Thwap. With how red his fur is, the thwap looks like a Firethorn bush. “Podo, they won’t eat your totatoes if you leave them alone, y’know?” “Eh? Nope! Better to get rid of them all over the cliffs than to let a few live.” The Bush Thwap starts climbing up my arm, smelling me. “Firethorn,” I say, and the thwap looks up, “Is that your name, then?” It seems like they nod, and the little thwap holds onto my arm as I stand, “Little Fire.” “Podo, please calm down,” I walk towards him, but keep a steady distance from his club. “Well, two oughta be good enough for now anyways . . .” he heads in, shoving two in a bag and ignoring the one on my shoulder. As I open the door, I hear Nia scolding him for something, “Oh, Papa, stop it. Now, children, go on and get dressed.” She waves us out of the kitchen to get ready. I go ahead and start my chores, waiting for the others to get ready. Throughout the day, Podo stood near Janner and Tink. Throughout the day, Aunt Nia kept looking towards town with worry. Throughout the day, I was the only one who noticed. -no clue what the bum Bum BUM was for, but I didn't really have anything else to say . . .

@Seth the MuffinMan (HS Captain) @Matt's Edge (FF) @Anaya Wingfeather the Cheerleader (FF, FAR, ASC) @Ellie Mee @Rachel Blackburn (HS) (FAR cofounder) @Fab (HS) @Batwhacker the Freedom Fighter ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ @Wren [LR, TW, CE, BW, BLC] @Breadstik (FF, ASC, BLC) Spags-Hey Seth? Can you teach me how to play trumpet? Seth-Why? Spags-to see who I can annoy with it? Seth-You don’t have to know how to play trumpet to annoy people, just how to make a sound Spags deep thought moment thanks! runs off Matt- Watching Spags run by She was just talking to you, how concerned should I be? Seth-However concerned you find necessary Anaya washing dishes-who used this pan last? Anaya-wait . . . I used this pan last . . .  Ana-it was you Anaya-It was I Matt glancing in-who cooked rice in a pan? Ana-her Points at anaya Wren-just so everyone knows, don’t try to climb a tree at night with strobe lights. Owls don’t like it. Bats- . . . what happened? Spags, walks in covered in leaves-we made a very bad decision Anaya-why is it called an oven when you cold in the food and out hot eat the cold food? Stik-Exactly! Like why is a fridge not called a sink? Like, it colds the hot and warms the cold and the drink the eat! Anaya-or like when the tree does the sky thing and the bird in the ground and the plants in the clouds and the eat in the drink that gets thrown! Matt- . . . what? Fab, slams papers on table-boil up some mountain dew, it’s going to be a long night Rachel-you could have said literally anything else Fab-I ate a brick for breakfast and built my house with poptarts Rachel-I think that’s more normal for you . . . Fab-I know. But actually, spider brains are too big to fit into their head, so it’s spread out through their whole body. walks off during the trials Random FF-It has been two hours and fifteen minutes since I’ve been insulted. About five seconds since I've been assaulted, but we can ignore that. non-THHer-are you okay? Anaya-hanging upside down from a tree branch yep! flips off and skips away backwards Non-TTHer-I . . . don’t think so . . . Ellie-running after anaya nope! This is her normal! You should see her when she’s sleep deprived if you think this is crazy

@Fab (HS) @Matt's Edge (FF) @Seth the MuffinMan (HS Captain) @Anaya Wingfeather the Cheerleader (FF, FAR, ASC) @Batwhacker the Freedom Fighter ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ @Ellie Mee @Rachel Blackburn (HS) (FAR cofounder) @Mr. Banana [FR, HK, HORC, NPP, ST, SA (of SIA and CIA.)] @Wren [LR, TW, CE, BW] having nothing to do Seth-still active and dangerous Ana-SETH! CHILL OUT! Fab-searching for passages and theafable items Bats-mixing sugar for the next Seth Problem Rachel-who even knows anymore. Town? Park? Treehouse? Somewhere. Or possibly just about everywhere. Spags-Middle Ground or TTG Spags- tapping out a tempo that doesn’t sound right . . .  Anaya-you’re not even playing anything yet? Spags-yeah, I know. continues tapping out tempo Spags-does that not sound wrong to you? anaya-what? Spags-the floor sounds weird, does it not? Non-instrumenteer-it sounds like a floor, what about it? Spags-No! The floor sounds wrong! Banna-hey Matt? If you had to kick someone off the FF, who would it be? Matt-what? Banna-if the FF got overcrowded and you had to send someone to the HS or just off the FF, who would it be? Matt-Wren? I don't think she considers herself an FF anyway, so would it make much difference? Banna- . . .  Seth-I mean, you always could join us. We always have enough room. And, allow explosives. Matt- walking into the police station hi, I’m here for Seth? Police-who? Matt-Are you new? Anaya-Cooking and hears a crash in the living room Anaya-What happened!? Seth-Looking between the TV and remote I tried to throw the remote onto the stand? Anaya-And Spags didn’t say anything? Fab-She’s been asleep for the past few hours. Matt- Also heard the crash what happened? Anaya-Seth threw the remote onto the stand Matt-Really? That’s the fifth time this week! It’s barely even Tuesday, Seth. Plus, why are none of you in bed? It’s like, three in the morning. Spags-Waking up and seeing Matt and Anaya what’d I miss? Spags-Sees TV . . . Did you at least finish the movie first? Fab-Apparently, it was rude for me to give my two cents on a conversation I happened to overhear, despite agreeing with them. Fab-On an unrelated note, there is now a “Banned from Ceiling Vents” poster with my face on it by the front desk. Seth-are you still allowed in the ceiling that’s not made of vents?

First Chapter Previous chapter -!WARNING! IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED MITH, DO NOT READ THE DREAM!!! The Story of Years As I fill my bowl, I hear part of Podo and Nia’s conversation. “What? Lia ought to know better! And Janner, if I’ve told that boy once, I’ve told him a jabillion times! They’re to watch over them-” “Hush, now, Papa. They’re safe. That’s what matters now. And it’s not like you can make Maddie leave, the others would ask too many questions.” I suck in a breath and sit down, watching my plate without eating much. We don’t say anything for a while, but Podo bursts open the door, hobbling over to Leeli. “WHAT’S THIS I HEAR ABOUT LITTLE RENEGADES TERRORIZING THE TAR OUT OF THE LOCAL LIZARDS?” “Now get in here, lads and lasses, and tell me a tale that’ll  make me quiver in me boots.” Janner and Tink push their chairs back and run to follow him. I get up slower and return the chairs back to their correct spots before I head out of the kitchen. Podo makes us tell the story four times, but let me sit out of speaking. Finally, Nia herds us up to our room and we climb into bed. I’m spared from my most common nightmare, but end up with another. “Mr. Bon-fire,” I whisper, reaching towards the old man, “Watch out before they trap you too!” He steps away with a chuckle, “Lia, my dear, why do you think you’re in that cage?” I stare at him, non-understanding. Some of the creatures come up behind him and my eyes widen, “Mr,-” He holds his hand up and the Fangs still. Bonifer smiles and waves the snakes away. “Lia, I am under no harm here. They will not hurt me. With you, on the other hand, they will not hesitate. Try to cooperate with them, Okay?” I nod out of instinct. It’s not like he’ll be a fool about it. He’s helped my Uncle and Grandfather make decisions that were good, why would that change now? “Yes, sir. I understand. Where’s Papa?” His smile seems different now, but I don’t know how. “He’s just where you can’t see him. He’s doing everything you’re doing. Don’t you worry yourself one bit, princess” He smiles once more and leaves and I sit down, watching him exit. Nodding off a while later, I shoot back up, realizing something he said, “Lia, my dear, why do you think you’re in that cage?” “No,” I whisper. No wonder he knew where I was. No wonder the snakes listened to him. He let them into Anneria. He’s the reason I’m here. Well, I was the reason I’m here, but he’s the reason for everyone else. I put my face in my hands. How? How could he? -so . . . any new thoughts on Bonifer? -I don't really know how much of a "nightmare" it is, but it's definitely something.