Chapter 12: Tenth, Terrible, Test Text, textbook

 

“Dragon Alley, the Tenth Street” Sabrina heard a familiar demanding voice coming from the other side phone “About ten o’clock, you would see a man in grey dumping the garbage. Take it and meet me at the cottage.” Before Sabrina said anything, he hung up the phone. “Damn it! Sabrina cursed, “A textbook example of a chauvinist.”

No matter how displeased with his bossy manner, three hours later Sabrina still showed up in front of the cottage, with a bag of stinky garbage. And another half an hour later, Lord Howard—the only name he gave to Sabrina--finally found what he’s looking for: a very strange looking white box. It was obviously being brutally destroyed. Lord Howard murmured something, casting a spell to reconstruct the original text on it. Two Words finally showed up, but Sabrina couldn’t recognize them. “Changchun Changsheng” he explained it to Sabrina: “It’s bio-technology company in China, one of the Muggle Countries. This company sold the inferior vaccines to more than 250000 children. About two years ago this terrible scandal outbroke, gripped this country, and put the entire nation into crisis of faith.  Nature of greed, something can always stand the test of time.  Anyway, afterwards it was shut down. But the drugs, vaccines inventory also disappeared.”

 

 

Chapter 13：than thank that the theatre

“Excuse me, my lord. But what does that have to do with anything?” Sabrina blurted out. She felt that she was almost drowning in a whirlpool of puzzles. Hardly had she solved one than another came up.

“Might or might not. But when your father thought Buck was smuggling sugar into this country, he made a mistake. What Buck really shipped was those vaccines from China. And he with the vaccines were last seen in Dragon Alley, where Spitz, one of the most powerful wizards, is said to live.” Sabrina was momentarily dumbfounded by this news. “But what for? Our children don’t need vaccines against any infectious disease. And you told me Spitz was behind all this?” “Scared?” he chuckled. “Of course not, what else could I possibly have to lose? It’s just like fitting tiny pieces together to form a giant piece, but all you got is just small part of it, and you don’t know which one fits where, that’s all.” “Then go to Theater de Paris at midnight, and you might find another piece in Box Five.” “What? “Sabrina raised her voice almost to a shout, “You want me to go to a haunted box in a haunted theatre at midnight? Thanks, but no thanks!”

Chapter 14: their, theirs, them, themselves, then

Then at midnight, Sabrina found herself stumbling along a muddy lane. At the end of it was a dark, huge building—the Theatre de Paris. For a ruin it was in good condition, as though the place was still being used. If there was any place in this world that Sabrina was afraid of, here it was. In fact, it scares off everyone in this kingdom. Their deeply-rooted fears could trace back into decades ago. Once Theatre de Paris was the favorite place of theirs, with its elegant style and mesmerizing performances, this theatre gripped their attentions and attracted them like moths to the flames. Anyway, it is one of those places where people would indulge themselves in pure pleasures of sensations.

 

Chapter 15:  there, these, they, thick, thief

 

Its other great claim to fame was its owner—Erik. There were a lot of rumors going on about him, but none of these could tell where he came from, who he really was, and even what he looked like—because was never seen without a thick mask on his face. Only one thing they had known for sure: he had incredible talents in music. That’s the major reason for its overwhelming popularity. No one could resist the temptation of the music in Don Juan Triumphant, which Erick created it himself, and they called it as “Music from the Angels.” Everything had changed when one night, a thief, broke into his room and stole a ring, which he had never took it off his finger. How did that thief managed to steal it—it was still a mystery and would remain a mystery forever. Because the next morning the thief found died, in the most terrible way, at home and the stolen ring was gone.

 

Chapter 16: thin, thing, think, third, thirteen

 

And almost at the same time, the splendid Theater De Paris was gone, replaced by a ghastly, haunted building. Since that day no one could be able to come near to this place—including the most powerful wizard. Every year at three o’clock am in July 13th, people could hear someone singing the most heartbreaking song from a distance. The song was sad, but surprisingly it had sort of healing power, giving hope to the hopeless, and making you cry and smile at the same time. There was only one person who could enter this building---Sabrina. It was supposed to be a secret, a secret only Sabrina and her father knew. Many years ago, on July 13th, Sabrina’s 6-year-old birthday, she got lost in Third Street. The crowd gradually thinned off and then Sabrina found herself in a dark lane with no one else around. This dark and hard building, abandoned by the summer light, should make her scared. However instead, a sense of loneliness stole over her. Something in this building was calling for her, alluring her to come closer. And the strangest thing happened, the invisible wall which blocked everyone out disappeared. Without a second thought, Sabrina entered in the Theatre De Paris.

 

Chapter 17: Thirty, this, those, though thought

 

What had happened next was a blur. Theatre De Paris was like those palaces in fairy tales which had been cursed and abandoned, waiting in the last thirty years for the one who could break that cruse to show up. The dusky light inside seemed to create more shadows, instead of driving them away. Suddenly Sabrina heard someone moving, with a light, stealthy step, up to the stairs. Without troubling for a reason, she followed up. The footsteps stopped at Box 5. But it was empty. Sabrina started to panic and tried to get out. Just then, she heard this most unforgettable music, so beautiful, so mesmerizing, so unbelievably wonderful. She thought everything inside, every piece of her soul, seemed to be drawn out toward the invisible singer. When it was over, she caught a glimpse of a shadow moving. “Wait! Please…” she ran toward it. The shadow pause, though, for just a few seconds. It was enough for Sabrina to catch it up. She raised her head and only saw a pair of scorching eyes, like a wild wounded animal, like the death itself. And she remembered nothing more until she recovered consciousness at her home.

 

Day 19: Thousand, three, through, throw Thursday

 

When the setting sun threw long shadows over the sea, the last sunlight filtered through Sabrina’s window.

 

“How could you get into that theatre?” For a thousand times, his father asked and for a thousand times, Sabrina couldn’t give out an answer. It’s dangerous to be different, especially for a normal little girl to do something that a wizard couldn’t.

 

“Promise me, my dear, what happened on Thursday night is a secret. Never mention about it, and never, never go to that place again"

 

Until now, Sabrina still remembered quite clearly her father’s face when he said that. However, fate once again led her along the same lane into the unknown.

 

And it’s three minutes to go before the midnight.

 

Day 20: Ticket, tie, till, time, tired.

 

Just as Sabrina was about to step into the building, she heard a tired voice whispering by the ear: “Got you. “The hair on Sabrina’s whole body stood up and time seemed to stand still for this moment. And then she must have blacked out for a couple of minutes. The next thing she knew, she was tied tightly by some magic spell to the tree outside of the theatre. She struggled to break it free, only was interrupted by the voice that felt upon her ear saying in vicious tone: “Dear ghost, you rejected my offer twice. But I guess this time it would be different. See, I got my free ticket, didn’t I? “The invisible rope that around her neck suddenly tightened up. Sabrina felt her life slowly draining away, and she couldn’t help letting out a whining.