Chapter 5: Research

"Kid, why are you always in here so much lately?" Morta moaned, pushing open the library door. She stopped abruptly.

Her brother was sprawled out on a chair with stacks of books surrounding him. "It's not in here~!" he groaned.

Morta strolled over and yanked him to his feet. "Kid, I don't care what the heck you're looking for! You haven't even given anybody the slightest idea of what you want for your birthday! WHICH IS TOMORROW!"

"I'm looking for i~t," he whined.

"Stop whining Mr. almost-nine-year-old. What are you looking for?"

"Father said...that something big was going to happen to me on my ninth birthday..."

"You're gonna get older...duh," said the no nonsense seven year old.

"Is that all? Was Father just messing with me?"

"Probably," Morta sighed.

Grumbling, Kid gathered the books up and begain to put them in their places.

Morta helped him and in no time they were done.

"So what do you want for your birthday Kid?" Morta asked with her patience stretched thin.

"I want a mirror first thing in the morning."

"Right! Will do!"