SERIES 1: WILLOW, THE RING AND THE ENCHANTED CHEST.

 Tuesday Night:

   Mother look, the Sky is falling down! Six years old Willow Woodhouse said to her mother, Zaratina, as she got her ready for bed.

Forget about what is outside, it’s very late, you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow. Lady Pariella would want you as fresh and as good as new! Her mother said, and tucked her into bed. Good night my love! She said and pecked her daughter’s rosy cheeks, even as she stroked her blonde curls. She turned out the candle lights, and stepped out of the room.

As soon as Willow was certain that her mother was out of sight, she jumped out of bed, and went to stand by her window, how she wished she was a twinkle little star, as she hummed merrily to the beauty of twilight, suddenly, she noticed a shooting star, as she watched on, it had descended upon the house of Lord Menjelius Mellowton. Soon, she heard a loud scream which sounded like the voice of Lady Tiollela Mellowton. As she watched, she saw Mrs. Mellowton race down the dark street, crying for help, even as no one seemed to come to her rescue because almost all the candle lights from every household, has gone out. Her voice was drowned by dogs barking.

One week earlier:

  Your majesty! Lord Menjelius Mellowton, the Queen’s auditor-in-chief, bowed before the young, dark and very beautiful, Queen of Tavium, Her Royal Majesty Queen Arbela Quinta Machitox.

Menjelius, how far have you gone with the treasury records audit!

Indeed your majesty, in less than a week, I would be through, howbeit, Lord Lotus Van Pocketie is yet to let me in on his records! The bald headed pot bellied man said.

Lotus is it true?

Your Majesty, the middle aged red haired said, I have since presented my records to the auditing council.

How come it still hasn’t gotten to me! Menjelius said.

Perhaps that would be owing to your incompetence.

I feel insulted!

Yes, because you are getting insulted!

Silence, Gentle men! The young Queen said. Lotus I want your records presented to the auditory council before noon, do I make myself clear!

Yes your majesty! Lotus said, as he bowed and left. As Lord Lotus stepped out of the throne room, he sighed as the thought of the past few months came to him. The Queen had sent him into the lower towns to take stocks of confisticated properties of young widows whose children were not of age to handle their father’s manors, he was also asked to sell off the valuables and return the money into the treasury. Lotus had sold, and had kept some of the money to himself, and has since enriched himself by also acquiring some of the widow’s properties as well.