Prelogue
The Miller mansion was overgrown, tall ivy, climbing the sides of the house, reaching for the sky. The grand front gate had been long since rusted shut. It had once been kept in utmost precision and care, now there was no way inside except through the pixie hole.
The pixie hole was a small hole in the west wall off the estate, it was so small that not even a mouse or rat could get in. But on this particular night, two, small, rather fat Oblees inhabited the Miller household.
Oblees were rather peculiar creatures, they had short necks, round tummies, and were never more than four feet tall. They were jolly old creatures, and came from the east of Norweenya, just outside of the city of Lebola. Oblees never enjoyed war but sided with the rebels in war against the Queen. Enough about them, lets get back to the story, shall we?
The two Oblees in the Miller house had had some trouble with a cat outside of the pixie hole, and were a bit rushed with their meeting. The Oblees had shrunken themselves to get into the old and used a pinch of toad saliva and their own dandruff to grow back to normal size.
The shorter one, called PiperPip, was arguing with the taller Oblee, Janforth.
"PiperPip, quiet down, if the humans hear us, we'll be blown!"
"Methinks I've got a perfect right to be loud." Cried PiperPip indignatly.
"Now, now," began Janforth, "You are going to wake the baby up."
Indeed he was, because in the Miller kitchen, the peeling wallpaper juxtasposed a spotless white cradle. In this cradle, a baby girl slept. She was but three days old. Her mother ,Galina, had turned her over to the Oblees for protection, for the evil Queen Jolissa was hunting for her. The Queens mirror had told her:
"On this eve, a babe born to Randall and Galina has set to your destruction
Find the girl in all your corruption
For on the eve of her eighteenth birthday
The destruction of you will not cause dismay.