Alison woke up to the aroma of her mum’s cooking. She had felt ill when she had returned home from school and thought having a lie down would help. She quickly got out of bed and went downstairs; she was hungry and couldn’t wait to eat.
She plopped herself down on the settee and waited patiently for her tea.
“You’re down, then?” Carla asked smiling, when she entered the living room. “How’re you feeling now?”
“I feel better, thanks,” replied Alison yawning and stretching.
“Glad to hear it. I hope you’re hungry I’ve done chicken tikka for tea and I even made a cake.”
“You have been busy,” Alison said smiling.
“Well, you need all the strength you can get, now that you’re soon to be in the union,” Carla smiled.
“The what?” Alison asked, a look of puzzlement coming over her face.
“The Realm of Wonders Union. Hasn’t Lidah told you about us?” Carla replied, with a touch of bewilderment being heard in her voice.
“No,” answered Alison bluntly, shaking her head. “She never told me anything, had to rush off, she said. So I suppose telling me what I’ve let myself in for, is bound to be the last thing on her mind.”
“I’m sure she just got a bit excited and forgot all about telling you,” Carla shrugged, unsure as to why she had not spoken to Alison.
“So what is the union?” Alison asked dryly, not really wanting to know, but as it had been mentioned it was in the best interest that she knew what it was.
“Well—” Carla began, sitting down with a creamed cake on a plate and placing the fork gently on the side.
“There are many of us, not only wizards, witches and sorcerers, but also warriors, soldiers and knights, so hence for the name, the Realm of Wonders Union. We just call ourselves the union for short, or realm, because it is a bit of a mouthful. Many of the fighters and wizards that are in the union have the job of keeping each kingdom safe. Any problems they see they have to seek the help from our headquarters, which are in a Kingdom called Onbrier. Even on our planet we have soldiers and warriors who are keeping an eye out, making sure that evil people from other kingdoms or alternative universes never put a foot on our world,” Carla nodded, as she picked up her fork and cut a bit of cake to eat.
Alison stared, it seemed a bit strange to listen to her mum talking this way, as though she was reading a storybook, and waiting for the happy ending. However, Carla continued eating, and Alison tried hard to think of something to say that would not make her seem naïve or hypocritical.
“So what do you do exactly?” was all Alison could vent up, without sounding harsh.
“I do plenty; they prefer I use my magic as defence rather than attack. I do tend to get over excited at a battle, so the odd magic of firing arrows from my wand does sometimes occur,” Carla laughed.
“Mmm, that does sound interesting,” Alison admitted and smiled as she imagined her mum on a battlefield and pointing her wand at some evil henchman who was about to attack her allies. “So have you been...