Kendra Kandlestar and the Box of Whispers Read Online Free PDF Page A

through the chamber.
    “Humph,” Uncle Griffinskitch added. It was a quiet type of humph, one filled with anxiety and discomfort.
     



YOU HAVE PROBABLY NEVER SEEN a Faerie, Elf, or some similar creature call upon a magic spell. It is quite a wonderful sight to behold—let me assure you. For one thing, it is quite surprising to think that something so small can be so powerful. But such is the nature of Faeries, Elves, and even Eens. As for Winter Woodsong, she was one of the most powerful Eens in all the land, so you can imagine that Kendra and her friends watched with eager anticipation when the eldest of the elders closed her eyes and began to hum.
    The hum was a magical sound, unlike anything Kendra had ever heard. It came deep from within Winter’s throat, loud and with a tremor, like a thousand hummingbirds beating their tiny wings all at once. As the sound in Winter’s throat grew louder, the pool in the middle of the room began to bubble and sparkle. Then, with a soft “whoosh” sound, a stream of water shot into the air, and out of its midst appeared a glowing crystal orb. It floated magically in the air, whirling with a quiet buzz as stars and bolts of electricity crackled about its surface. The room filled with a deep purple light. Then, softly, the orb spoke.
    “Why have I been disturbed from my slumber?” it asked. “I have slept now for years longer than any could number.”
    “I, leader of the Council of Elders, have called forth your wisdom, O Gracious One,” Winter said. “We need your guidance, for the Box of Whispers has been stolen.”
    The orb did not reply immediately. It spun swiftly in the air, buzzing more loudly now, as if it were in deep thought. At last it said: “The Box of Whispers is the oldest treasure of Een, created in ancient times, long since seen. Safely, it has rested for decades untold. If not returned, our safety may unfold.”
    “And where is the box now?” Uncle Griffinskitch asked.
    The orb spun again for another moment, then said, “Deep in the castle of Krodos the box now resides. There, the Red Thief lives. In vengeful ecstasy, he writhes.”
    Kendra saw Winter and her uncle exchange a nervous glance. Then Winter asked the orb, “And who is this ‘Red Thief’?”
    “Many creatures live beyond the curtain,” the orb said. “The thief is one of these—this is certain.”
    Winter frowned at the orb’s mysterious answer. “What will we do in this matter?” she asked next.
    “Set forth on a quest, some brave Eens must,” the glowing crystal replied. “With but a select few this task we trust. First, to Gregor Griffinskitch I cast my light, to lead the way with his magical might!”
    At that moment, a light beamed forth from the orb and shone upon the old and whiskered Een. If Uncle Griffinskitch was surprised by the orb’s announcement, he didn’t show it. Without hesitation, he stepped forward into the middle of the chamber.
    “Next, I call forth Broon Bumblebean, most learned of any scholar,” the orb continued. “Then, Juniper Jinx, take your place to protect the Eens with sword and steely pace!”
    Jinx and Professor Bumblebean both stepped forward to join Uncle Griffinskitch. The orb paused, and a whisper went through the rest of the council. Who else would join the company?

     
    Then, without warning, the orb suddenly turned towards the red curtain where Kendra and her friends were hiding. The orb shot out another ray of light. The curtain fluttered, then flew wide open, revealing the spies for all to see.
    “What is the meaning of this?” Burdock demanded. “Intruders! We have intruders!”
    “Silence!” Winter insisted. “The orb speaks yet.”
    “Come forth, little Oki, both honest and true,” the orb declared. “With your purest mind this quest pursue!”
    Kendra noticed sweat pouring down Oki’s face. She knew the last thing he wanted to do was step into the middle of the room, but it seemed as if the orb was controlling his very