Chapter One: The Stymph

The night I got my Flowerground ticket was also the night the stymph barged through the walls of my sister Daphne's room, and flew away with her.

I'd proudly displayed my ticket to Daphne, expecting her glow with pride and love. But instead, I'd received a look of murderous rage from her, bubbling with hatred. "I was supposed to get one too," she'd hissed menacingly, eyes flashing.

I'd backed away in fear, too afraid to understand what kind of Evil made my loving sister look that way.

And that's when it happened.

The stymph crashed through the wall of the room with an earsplitting shriek, grabbing Daphne by the shoulders and hoisting her into the air. She didn't even have time to scream before the bird soared out of the hole it came from, still holding Daphne.

I'd ran screaming in terror to my parent's room, stuttering as they worriedly asked me what was going on. "T-the sty-ymph a-and Daphne G-GONE!" I yelled, gulping down shaky breaths.

"Amelia, what happened?!" my father cried, vaulting to his feet.

My mother simply turned paler and paler, soon as white as a ghost. "No, Tedros. It happened." she croaked, looking to me. "There's nothing we can do."

I looked at them frantically. How come my parents could just let my sister be carried away like that? Why did they look so scared? How was it even possible that my parents, Agatha and Tedros, Rulers of Camelot, the bravest people in all the land, would GIVE UP ON THEIR DAUGHTER?