-Chapter 1-
The Visitor at the Window
The night was quiet and still, with no clouds to spoil the bright, starry sky. A miniature boy of eleven appeared from behind a maple tree and watched the lights go out in the house before him. He smiled as he looked up at the house, and then flexed his insectile wings and buzzed over to a window, peering into where a girl lay sound asleep. Her long, curly red hair rested along her pillow and her lips curled into a smile as she dreamt.
Kay awoke and sat up quickly, shielding her eyes from the light that had intruded on her dreams, but all was dark and still. She got out of bed and went over to the window. Everything in the garden was in its proper place.
Her eyes felt heavy and she turned to go back to bed. Then, she saw a glimmer, reflecting in her mirror. Returning to the window, she saw a tiny golden light zooming around the flowerbeds.
Kay’s heart leapt in her chest. She dived to the floor and snatched her slippers before creeping out into the hallway. She rushed down the staircase and out into the darkness, but saw no sign of the light. Kay waited in the garden, shivering in her pyjamas until, at last, there it was again — the floating light.
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