It might have been nice and bright and sunny out when she woke up, but just as she had sat down at the table with her ill-wanted family the sky had opened. As it had turned out, she and her siblings had been given pancakes for breakfast; regular for Angel with syrup and bug filled for her two siblings, Rita and Rito. Their father, Master Vile, as it had so surprised Angel, had cooked their breakfast himself, and had even cooked for himself a large egg over easy with plenty of maggots covering it. She had found that her father was an excellent cook, the pancakes had nearly melted in her mouth with the first mouthful. After breakfast though, the trouble began. Master Vile had led his three children to, what he called, an auxiliary Throne Chamber which also doubled up as a play chamber for them. Her two siblings had gone off in front of her and had grabbed and started playing with some odd-looking toys half-heartily while Angel had gone off by herself.

"So you figured out you cannot transform into adult forms, big deal!" her mind told her. "Quit moping and crying about it, try your other abilities. Try to make some magic and do some charms."

Looking around from her hiding place behind a large box, she saw that her father was seated in a gold painted deep purple cushioned chair, his scepter was off to the side in a handle. He didn't seem to notice that she was missing so she turned back around and held her hand out. At first, nothing happened, then she saw smoke billow up from her palm followed by a small flame. Extremely happy now, she tried her air-creating power. At first, nothing happened then she felt a wisp of air flow up into her face. Now, she was extremely happy so she jumped up and started to walk off.

"Young lady," she heard her father call to her. "where are you going?"

Angel stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, she had forgotten totally that her father was in the room. Although he was still sitting in his chair he was now sitting upright with his hands pressed hard against the arms, he looked about ready to get up. Rita and Rito, who had been playing chess on a Gothic chess set were looking up at her, Rita had a smirk on her face and a suspicious twinkle in one of her brown eyes.

"To the bathroom." Angel said, thinking quickly.

"Alrighty then." her father said, he relaxed back in his chair. "Just as long as I know where you are."

Angel left the auxiliary Throne Room quickly, she ran into the bathroom quickly and turned on the faucet. Holding her hand out in front of her, she slowed her breathing and concentrated. At first the water that was flowing from the faucet did nothing, then a small stream flowed out to her hand. Moving away from the faucet and the sink that was under it, Angel carried the stream of water in her hands, made it flow back and forth then made it go around her in a complete circle. When she was done with that she stopped and, again concentrating as best she could, she attempted to make the stream of water between her hands turn into ice. At first the water did nothing, then it slowly turned into an icicle.

"Well, I'll be." Angel thought to herself. "No need to try my Earth power, I know I can use that as well. Now to see if I can somehow do something with these powers to make myself adult."

Angel didn't know where the library was, but she knew she had no intention of going back to the full filled, drabby auxiliary Throne Room. She walked the hallway, opening each and every door and peering inside for just a second before walking on. When she turned a corner she saw a set of tall, double doors. She had a feeling that that was what she was looking for so she bypassed all the other doors that led to other rooms and went right to the tall, double doors. When she reached the doors she found herself too short to reach the doorknob so she pushed against one of the doors with all of her might until, finally, it creaked open enough for her to slide in.

"Now this is a library!" she exclaimed out loud.

Books as far as her eye could see, all around the room on the walls was a built-in bookshelf that carried many books, their was a staircase that went up to a second level where more books on built-in bookshelves lined the wall all around. There were also many bookshelves on the dark red carpet, each shelf had a number or a letter on it while. There was an oval table, again with a gold V on the top, in one corner with a gold painted red cushioned chair near it and to the far side of the room was a long table with two silver painted chairs with dark blue cushions, a candelabra sat on the longer table with yellow sticked candles in the bases. A chandelier of gold painted bone that held silver sticked candles hung from the ceiling. Feeling that she should go up to the second level of the library she walked forward, she took each of the steps with careful steps, the stairs were silver painted, there was a carpet that ran up the stairs, it had red stripes on a black base. When she reached the second level of the library she stopped dead in her tracks, she was smiling from ear to ear.

"Ya made it easy on me old man." she said happily.

While the shelves that were built into the wall and the shelves on the carpet had been labeled with a letter or a number, the shelves that were built into the wall that ran all around the room were labeled with a word. The set of shelves that were in front of her were labeled Magic while the section beside it that went about twenty or so feet was labeled Spells and the section beyond it was labeled Charms. Seeing that she wanted a book for charms she went to the third section first. She walked along the section for a while until she came to a book titled "Transformations". Very slowly and carefully, she pulled it from its spot and walked on, before she left the second level of the library she also found a book on perfecting charms and spells, she took that with her as well and for the hell of it, when she went past the Potions section of the second level of the library she picked up a book titled Advanced Potion Making. She walked out of the library with each book held out in her hands, seeing that since she hadn't heard anything from her father since her leaving the auxiliary Throne Room she decided to head up to her bedroom chamber and hide the books.

"One of these books should have the answer that I seek." she said to herself.

Climbing the spiraling staircase that wound itself all the way up her father's palace was difficult, the books seemed to get heavier with each step. By the time that she reached the ledge from where the second floor that her, and her siblings, bedroom chambers were on she was drenched in sweat. Turning quickly and skip-running, she hoped that she had enough to time hide the books then get back down to the first floor before she was missed. When she reached her bedroom chamber's door she flung it open and raced in. She wasted no time in throwing the bed skirt that was around her box spring, she slid all three books under her bed then quickly ran out of her room, closing the door behind her. She ran as fast as her legs could go down the second floor of her father's palace that her and her siblings bedroom chambers were on then descended the stairs, she nearly tripped twice she was going so fast. When she reached the first floor she heard her name being echoed down the hallway.

"Angel!" the low voice of her father yelled.

Angel thought fast, seeing that she was right sweated and that some of the sweat had forged a path down alongside her nose, making it look like she had been crying, she ran down the hallway towards her father. She figured that she'd be better off on her best behavior now, otherwise her father would find out what she had up her sleeve and she would be in big trouble. After she turned a corner she looked right and saw the back of her black-robed father, he was pointing a finger at someone she couldn't see. Gulping hard, not believing what she was about to do but doing so anyway, she ran forward and wrapped her arms around her father tightly then buried her face in his robes.

"Angel!" Master Vile exclaimed. "Where have you been?"

"I... I got lost." Angel lied, she buried her head deeper in her father's robes.

"Lost?" Master Vile repeated. "How did you... Wha..."

Master Vile turned slightly and placed his hand on Angel's shoulder, he let it lie there for a few seconds before moving it to under her chin where he gently pulled her face up. He saw the sweat and the marks along the sides of his young daugher's nose and softened up a little. Patting Angel on the shoulder with one hand, he wrapped his other arm around her and gently led her back to the auxiliary Throne Room. Angel turned her head enough to see who her father had been speaking to before. It was Finster, Lynster's twin brother. Finster and Lynster looked very much that same except that Finster had white fur and his nose turned up sharply, its end looked similar to a horn. Finster was wearing a white one suit with a blue apron over top of it, the left strap had come undone and was flapping loosely, as had the apron's chest pouch. Angel saw that Finster had a small tool set in his chest pocket; she saw chisels and a air of scissors along with some small screw drivers. He wore a blue headband, his white furred ears reminded her of elf ears, only they were longer, so much longer that they curled slightly on the tips. Unlike his brother, who did not wear glasses, he had a pair of reading glasses on.

"I don't want you going anywhere without me or Finster or Lynster okay." Master Vile said gently. "That way you won't get lost again and I know where you are."

The next few hours went by so slow for Angel, she thought that the time that her father would send her to bed would never come. She had no choice in those hours to act her best towards her father, to kiss-up to him as much as possible so that he wouldn't get suspicious about her. As it turned out, Master Vile had been thrilled about the change in her attitude. Although she hadn't gone off to play with her siblings like her father had told her many times to do, he had said many times that he was happy to see that she wasn't attacking anyone and was behaving herself.

"Keep being good and I might take you, Rita and Rito into town in the next few days." her father had said once. "Your father's carriage is big enough to accommodate all of us."

Lunch came and went, Master Vile had cooked for them again, it had been a small meal but a meal that had further impressed Angel in her father's culinary skills. After lunch she and her siblings had been ushered to the auxiliary Throne Room for a short nap, she had fought for sleep hard and it had never came. When nap time was over she had gone over to, boringly, play with a few odd toys in a box. She had done just about everything to make the time go by faster; played with the odd toys that her father had provided for her and her siblings, drawn some and had gone off by herself to practice her supper came she was almost unable to keep her excitement to herself, it was almost time for bed. The pig-chef had made the exact same items from previous night's supper, she had eaten almost in earnest hoping to make the time go faster. Again, like the night before, she and her siblings had started up a fight and had been told that dessert wasn't going to happen. Rito had been angered by this, Rita had shoved her chair from the table and walked off in a huff. Angel, though, was glad for the altercation; it gave her a chance to be herself rather than the kiss-up that she had been acting all day. She had gone off to her bedroom chamber after supper and had pulled out from under the bed one of the books. She had found, nearly to her horror, that two were not what she wanted. She was about to give up reading for the night and slide the books back under her bed when her eye lit up on the book titled Advanced Potion Making.

"Transformations are most powerful magic utilized by powerful beings, whether for good or evil purposes. Each transformation is important for any cause. If a charm or spell is used to make a transformation permanent, or near so, for any long duration of time without the other parties permission this potion will make the charm or spell obsolete."

Angel read each and every ingredient for the potion, it wasn't an easy one to make and she hoped that her father, or that pig-chef that worked in the kitchen, had them all. It wasn't a long list, only consisted of six or seven ingredients, but she could tell that the small number of ingredients was the reason for it being called an advanced potion.

"A 1/2 cup of maggots

Tsp of butter or margarine

Glass of water, boiling preferred

1/2 Tsp of Egrits dust

Tsp of bats drool

and the last ingredient; the tail of a hog"

The instructions called for her to have a large bowl and a small liquid sample of the spell or charm user and to mix all ingredients until the mixture reached a bright green color and thin texture. With all of that in mind, she had closed the book and slid it back under her bed. She wondered how she was going to get a small liquid sample of her father, the only thing she could think of was getting some of his blood but that would be tricky. She was deep in though about how she was going to get a blood sample from her father when, all of a sudden, the door to her bedroom chamber opened.

"Time for bed Angel." her father said.

Angel allowed for her father to dress her in her silk gown and put her in bed, she playfully swatted at his ear-like appendages and made him laugh a few times. In all, her father's visit took ten minutes. Once he was out of her room and once she couldn't hear his footsteps going down the hallway she got up from bed, made it look like she was still in it by stuffing some of the pillows under the covers then re-dressed herself in the clothes she had been wearing previously. Once dressed, she stood up straight and cleared her thoughts. One second she was a five-year old child and the next a small four-week old mouse. Not wasting any time, knowing she was already on borrowed time because of her small body's metabolism, she scurried out through a small crack between the door and the wall of her bedroom chamber then ran down the hallway towards her father's bedroom chamber. When she reached the double doors that had the letter V on the front loomed up in front of her she turned left, she knew that there was a grating in the wall that she could crawl in, when she found it she slipped inside then traveled through the duct until she found another grating from which she could look down into her father's bedroom chamber from. Her father must have been one for early sleeping, because he had already removed his black robe, shoulder guards and breast-plate, shiny black shoes and thin socks. He was sitting on a gold painted chair that had a red cushion taking the rings off of his ear-like appendages. To Angel, it seemed like forever before he removed his tinted blue glasses and turned around, he was wearing a white robe that had strings on the front. He slowly made his way from the chair to his bed, before he lay down he blew out the candle that was held by a white skull.

"Now I wait." Angel sighed.

It did not take her father long to fall into a deep sleep, his roaring snoring reached her after five minutes. Slowly, ever so slowly, she scurried from the grate to the floor where she raced to her father's bed. Jumping, and then grabbing a hold of the sheets that were hanging down from her father's bed she climbed. When she got to the top of her father's mattress she scurried underneath the sheets until she ran into his leg. Clearing her mind, she quickly transformed herself from her mouse-form to her child form. Before she had gone to her bedroom chamber she had gone to Lynster's laboratory and had gotten a few vials and a knife.

"Sorry old man," she said. "but I am not staying this form forever."

Slowly, and carefully, Angel sliced into her father's left leg which was flesh in form, she could see from where she was at that the other leg was nothing but bone. The knife sliced in easily and her father's green colored blood started flowing. Taking one of the vials she had taken from Lynster's lab, she pressed it against the leg, collecting the blood that trickled down. Thinking that it was a good idea to get more than one vial of her father's blood she repeated the collection four more times, the fourth vial was much bigger than the others and took more time to fill. When all vials were full, she placed them in a pen holder book before transforming back into her mouse-form.

"Off to the kitchen and then the laboratory." she said happily.

She found very quickly that her father's palace at night was pitch black, no torches were on and the candles were not lit. To her, Master Vile's palace was even more evil at night than it was when the suns were up. She slowly walked the hallways in her mouse-form, pressing herself up against the wall as much as she could, when she reached the staircase she decided that instead of going down the steps she would slide down the railing. It proved to be a good choice, it was a quick way down to the first floor and fun as well. When she was on the first floor she scurried along towards the dining room. She followed the red rug that went all along the floors of the palace until she finally reached the twin pillars that marked the dining rooms exit and the kitchen's entrance. She quickly transformed from her mouse-form to her child-form and, not wasting any time, she held her hand out, her small palm up towards the ceiling, and let a small flame light up.

The kitchen was just as big, if not bigger, as the dining room. While it lacked all the art work and decorations that the dining room had, it had many islands, counter tops and cabinets, all painted silver and blood-red. Angel walked over to the section where she figured ingredients would be, stretching as far as she could she opened the cabinet door to see nothing but plates, dishes and trays. Sighing, she turned around, not bothering to close the cabinet, and went to the other side of the kitchen. Stretching far, she wrapped her small hand around the cabinets handle and pulled hard. The cabinet held what she was looking for. Pulling her small burlap bag around, she placed the a jar each of Bats drool, Egrits dust and Maggots in the bag before closing the cabinet and turning around, her eyes slowly adjusted to the blackness of the kitchen. Searching hard, she finally found and went to the refrigerator.

Now, she would have thought that the fridge would have been bigger than it really was, for such a big kitchen it was the smallest thing in it. Slowly swinging the doors of the refrigerator open, she reached in and grabbed six sticks of butter and stuffed them into the bag before closing the door and turning around. Before she exited the kitchen she grabbed a large bowl and a cup that had been left on the counter.

"Tail of a hog..." she thought to herself sleepily. "Now where am I to find that?"

As if in answer, she heard loud snoring coming from a small closet-like room beside the kitchen. Slowly walking to it and looking in, she saw a pig, not the pig-chef with the knob for a tail but a different one, sleeping on a simple mat. Smiling devilishly, she pushed the door open and, reaching into her bag and taking the knife out while she walked, went towards the sleeping hog. This chef looked like a close relative to the Warthog of Earth, he was black in color with tufts of dark brown hair on his head and chin, he had long tusks and sharp teeth in a medium length snout. Unlike the chef that brought the food out at meal-time, this chef had a full tail.

"Now, hold still hog." she said in a whisper. "This won't hurt none."

In one fluid motion Angel grabbed the hog's tail and sliced it off in one swipe, the hog-chef never made a sound, he just continued snoring. With the bloody tail in her hand, Angel backed off from the room. Stuffing the tail into her pants pocket, she ran from the kitchen and dining room down the hallway towards a door that she knew would take her to the outside stables. Placing her hands out in front of her, hiding a war cry, she ran into the door and made it swing open. It was a short few steps to another door than led to the stables.

"And what better place to make this potion than the stable area?" she thought to herself.