Between the Pages

In a magical world, Between the Pages, lives Sebastian and his twin Edmond. That is, until Edmond decides to work against the Queen and disappears to join the Queens brother, and setting a curse over the country. Concerned for his brother (and the world), Sebastian sets of to search after him. But he needs help.


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They were sitting on the rooftop of a big building, finger painted in 36 colours as Sebastian had told. It was the school, a place where you were taught common knowledge until the age of 17, the age where it was time to find an internship and explore your future job.

“So are you still in school?” He had one of those faces, that because of their childish eyes, freckles and round noses could belong to a 16-year-old boy. Still, at the same time he seemed so much older, with defined cheekbones and sunken eyebrows.


“And, do you like it? Are you going to be a shoemaker when you grow up?” she grinned.

“It’s OK.” He smiled, but Lina didn’t find it very sincere.

 Sebastian had assured her that the law they were breaking was “more of a safety guideline, really”. She was still not sure whether to trust that statement.

 Lina looked down, thinking that breaking the law wasn’t the best first thing to do in a foreign… country. Right now she settled for the word country. Calling this a world just seemed so… Enormous: something that went beyond her comprehension.

“We should spend today planning and go forth tomorrow.”

 Lina nodded. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to close an eye tonight.”

 Sebastian laughed into the warm afternoon air. He seemed uplifted again, and Lina wondered how he was when he wasn’t planning adventures or staring bleakly into the sky. Actually, she could quite perfectly see him in a yard, surrounded by friends, telling tales and laughing.  

“I should show you where I live, so you know where you’re going to sleep.” His feet were dangling down, and everything, from the way he was sitting so casually 5 meters in the air, to the way he had exactly known how to get in without being seen, led her to believe that it wasn’t the first time he had been up here.

She wanted to pose another question, but he was already standing up, opening the roof window.

He was the first to climb in, jumping down, while she hoisted herself to the ground. They were once again at the loft.
Schoolbooks were stabled in the corners, left to collect dust, and boxes full of various clay models, books and other utensils towered up in the small space. They had to be careful not to step on anything, and the dust and warmth made it difficult to breathe. It was one of those places that seemed to never have felt the touch of a broom.

Despite the rest of the city, the school did not bear that unmistakable aroma Lina had gotten so used to. Everything there seemed so clean, and the building was by far more modern than the rest of the place. Some might even have mistaken it for a typical school, had it not been for the subtle signs.

Once one concentrated on picking up the details, it was clear that it was far from a typical school. Instead of low murmurs from the classroom or the sound of a lecturing teacher, there were classes where Lina could simply not apply the sound to any basic school class. The sound of typewriters and computers were familiar, same as the reciting of poems that came from another classroom. Yet there were other noises too. Behind one door the sound of birds came by, and then an incredibly high noise, like something had exploded, erupted from behind another wooden door.

“English was always my favourite subject,” Sebastian commented, trying to keep his voice even and hiding how much he enjoyed stunning Lina so you could almost hear her brain working.

She shook her head in disbelief and looked at the door with wide eyes. What could they possibly do in their related to English? Blowing up textbooks?

“So we’re just going to walk home now?” she asked as soon as they were out, to cover up her previous nervousness.

“Of course not: We’ve walked all day! I think we should take the train.” He came to a halt in front of the school, where a sign named “transport” stood. A little button was attached to it, and upon pressing it, a dim orange glow erupted.

The train tracks on the street were cobber coloured and looking awfully simple. Lina was no mechanic, but these train tracks looked like something from a model train, not a functioning one. Besides, although there was a weathered sign marked “transport” in front of the school, Lina had yet to see one of these famed “transports” in action.

That was until, out of seemingly nowhere, a huge train stopped in front of them.

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