1 Peeve Meadows She wasn''t much at first glance, but then, most people aren''t. Peeve Meadows watched the progress of a small boat as it made its way through a treacherous cove toward the shore. The Words echoed in her head, as they had since she''d first arrived in Fester. Her teachers had taught her that the words were sort of like a prophecy. She was supposed to treasure them. If she was lucky enough to get into a story of her own, those words would be the beginning. Except, she didn''t like the words she''d been given. Wasn''t much at first glance? That didn''t sound very flattering.
It sounded like she was destined for a story where people underestimated her. Which was how her time in the world of Imagination had gone so far. First she''d arrived in Origin, where Indira had pretty much ignored her efforts to be friends. And then Peeve''s attempt to steal Indira''s invitation to Protagonist Preparatory had completely backfired. She''d ended up being forced to attend Antagonist Academy instead. While Indira was off saving the world, Peeve had struggled through her first semester in the city of Fester. Life there was a slow descent into questionable morals. Peeve was taught how to lie, steal, cheat, and swindle.
Her teachers encouraged her to be crueler and less merciful. Most of her teachers, however, had the same response to her efforts in their classes. Peeve just wasn''t evil enough for their tastes. She lacked some unspoken quality. She wasn''t as big as some of the other baddies. She wasn''t as mean. She wasn''t as sly or maniacal or two-faced. One teacher had even asked whether she had the heart to be bad.
Peeve hadn''t known what to say. She hadn''t chosen this. But now she intended to prove everyone wrong. The small rowboat finally reached the rendezvous point. Peeve drew her hood up to fend off the biting wind. She started walking down the beach to where sea met stone. Even wearing her best boots, Peeve felt the cold sting of the water as she waved in greeting to the two rowers. Great waves crashed around them, but she could still hear the sound of their dark cackling.
"Skeletons," she muttered. "Always laughing at nothing." Time in Fester had introduced Peeve to every sort of monster. There were werewolves and vampires and people who talked too loud in the morning. Of all the creatures she''d met, skeletons were the least reliable. Peeve had chosen to work with them because there had been no other way. She knew the taller skeleton was named Tempest. He waved at her from the back of the vessel like a pageant queen.
The other skeleton--Bertram--could not wave, as he was holding his own skull in his hands like it was a dish he was bringing to a potluck dinner. Peeve stood there, a shiver running down her spine, waiting for them to continue rowing. It took a minute for her to realize the two skeletons would come no closer. "Seriously?" she called. "It''s freezing. Are you really going to make me walk out that deep?" Bertram lifted his head up to get a good look at her. "There can be no reward without risk," he replied. Peeve rolled her eyes.
"You mean you don''t want to get out of the boat?" Tempest cackled. "No, we don''t want to get out of the boat." "But you''re just bones! The water isn''t even cold to you." Bertram''s headless shoulders shrugged. "True, but getting out would be a whole ordeal. It will be far easier to make the exchange from the boat. More efficient that way." "Besides," Tempest added, "you''re already standing in the water! No harm done!" Peeve bit her tongue.
There was no point arguing. If she said the wrong thing, they might pack up and start rowing away. She couldn''t afford for them to leave. Not when she''d already risked so much to get her hands on the package they were delivering. There was nothing else to do but grit her teeth and start forward. The dark water was nearly up to her stomach by the time she reached them. "Hand over the money first," Bertram suggested. "No funny business.
" There were several sacks sitting inside the little boat. Peeve knew the skeletons often made trips into the Land of Forgotten Stories. They''d return with items of great value, but always for a price. Tempest fetched the nearest sack, straining to set it upright. Peeve shook her head. "I don''t think so." She''d learned to never give the money first in an exchange. Not with disreputable creatures like skeletons.
"You give me the scepter first." Bertram looked ready to argue, but Tempest let out a mad cackle and tossed the sack overboard without a second thought. The waves started soaking the fabric, threatening to drown it completely. Peeve snatched the package before it could sink and pulled it to her chest. With her free hand, she reached into a pocket and removed a single, glinting coin. Both skeletons leaned forward greedily at the sight of her offered treasure. Peeve was about to toss the payment to them, but she caught a glimpse inside the sack and paused. The object it held was most certainly not the weapon she''d requested.
"Seriously? This is just a bunch of coat hangers!" Tempest pretended to be surprised. "Really? How did those get in there? How bizarre ." He hunted back through the other items on their boat. "Oh yes. Here it is." The gangly skeleton grinned at her. "Now, we can''t risk you running off with it. Bertram?" The shorter skeleton let out a sigh.
"This is always so humiliating." Peeve flinched when he hefted his skull up and threw it at her. She barely reacted in time, snatching his head before it could land in the water. She stood there, staring down at the empty eye sockets, unsure of what to say. "Ouch. Don''t squeeze so tight," Bertram complained. Back on the boat, the rest of his body settled into a hands-on-hips gesture of disapproval. Tempest cackled like a madman again.
"Now, you pass us the coin. And then we''ll give you the scepter. And then you give us Bertram. It''s a win-win-win." Peeve snorted. "That''s really unnecessarily complicated." She tossed the coin. Tempest caught it gracefully, tucking it who knows where, before tossing the real scepter overboard.
This time it really did sink quickly. Peeve didn''t have a second to think. She leaped after the scepter, releasing Bertram''s head in the process. She heard a little shout as the waves started tugging his skull out to sea. Peeve yanked the scepter up, feeling its weight in her hands, as the skeletons shouted at one another. "Sharks! Hurry, Tempest! Use the oar, you buffoon!" In any other moment, Peeve might have laughed at the unfolding scene. Tempest was using the oar in an attempt to corral Bertram''s skull back toward the boat. Except his bony arms were not the most coordinated, so he kept accidentally pushing his friend''s skull under the water.
Peeve was too busy admiring the scepter to enjoy any of that. It wasn''t activated, but she knew it was the right one because the scepter had a twin. How often had she seen it in her dreams? Peeve had witnessed exactly what the other scepter could do, and she had high hopes this one was just as potent. The thought brought a smile to her lips. After a moment, Peeve looked up. The skeletons were both back in their boat. Tempest was waving goodbye. Bertram sat up front, skull comfortably in hand, watching her with a curious expression.
He looked like he was going to leave without saying more, but at the very last moment, just before they were out of earshot, he called to her. "It''s the wrong one." The words echoed. "For someone like you." Peeve returned his dark stare before nodding. "We''ll just see about that." 2 En Garde Indira could teleport across a room with a throw of her hammer. She''d defeated a rogue Author and a corrupt brainstorm.
She''d now successfully navigated two stories as a protagonist without much trouble. It was rare that she faced a foe and felt unprepared. Until now. Her current nemesis? A fancy table setting. She took her seat across from Phoenix. The tablecloth was so bright and white that she couldn''t help imagining that even the slightest stain would ruin the whole look. There were four different forks. Each one of them was apparently for her.
Phoenix grinned, but Indira couldn''t stop glancing down at the various plates and utensils. As a big fan of the spork for its two-in-one quality, she found the table setting a little aggressive. "Nice, isn''t it?" Phoenix asked. "I thought you''d like it here." He was wearing a tie. Indira had never seen him wear a tie. He looked really handsome, but she couldn''t help tugging at the collar of her homespun tunic. It was the same light pink one she''d always worn.
Nothing fancy about it at all. Indira managed to smile back. "Very nice," she said, eyeing the table again. "So many . spoons." His grin widened. "I know it looks fancy, but trust me, you''ll like it." Indira raised a challenging eyebrow.
"Yeah? How do you know that?" "Just wait for it." There were five other tables in the room, all spaced out in neat rows, with people seated at each. Indira couldn''t help noticing that everyone else was older. This did feel like a very grown-up thing to do. She''d much rather have just ordered a pizza or something. The lighting in the room was a low amber color. Mrs. Pennington would have said the place had go.