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Erec recognized it as a snail. Bethany was writing! He ran outside and grabbed it off the ground.
    But the snail letter was from a friend of Erec's, Oscar. At first, his heart sank--but he had been worried about Oscar for a while now. What had happened to him was awful. Oscar's old tutor, Rosco, had somehow learned how to read his mind. That might not have been so bad--except that Rosco was one of Baskania's favorite assistants. So everything that Oscar knew was reported straight to their worst enemy. If Oscar saw Erec somewhere, Baskania would know where Erec was and try to capture him.
    Dear Erec,
    I've decided that things have to change for me, so I want to let you know what's been going on. It feels like I've been alone forever now. I thought that if I just hid and
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    spied on people I would learn how to get back at Rosco, and maybe also find a new magic tutor. But it was so hard being away from everyone that I care about, with no friends. That was driving me crazy.
    Well, I just can't do it anymore. I mean, I still am trying to stay hidden. I don't want to run into you by accident--we both know how horrible it would be if Baskania found you. But a new idea finally hit me, and I have some big plans. Revenge. After everything that Rosco has put me through, it's all I can think about. So don't even think about trying to talk me out of it. If somebody was reading your mind and telling everything you thought to your worst enemy, and if that somebody had killed your father, you would feel the same way. This is all I've been thinking about for months.
    I spent time in Aorth tracking down where Rosco lives and spying on his house. He was never there. The guy travels all the time. So I snuck into his house and used his Port-O-Door once to see where he just went, and it was the Green House in Alypium. I need to go there, spend time there, and really see what's going on.
    You should know that I'll be in Alypium. I'll make sure to wear sunglasses and a big floppy hat to stop me from looking around at things. Also I've gotten really good at watching my feet when I walk, so hopefully I won't see you. Hopefully with the hat and dark glasses Rosco and Baskania won't recognize me, either.
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    I'll stay in touch to let you know everything I see when I spy on them. It's the least I can do for you. One thing I've found out is that Balor, Damon, and Dollick Stain had crowns made for themselves, along with thrones. They have days set aside for people to come meet them and take their pictures with the three kings-to-be. It's enough to make you throw up.
    I hope you're okay. Don't feel like you have to write back. If you do, remember not to tell me anything important. I'm sure Rosco would appear and grab the snail letter right after I read it again.
    Your friend forever,
    Oscar
    So the Stain triplets were posing as the next rulers of the three Kingdoms of the Keepers? Erec cringed. Balor, Damon, and Dollick Stain, kids his age, had been cloned from Baskania himself. They were doing everything they could to really become the next three kings, but if they did they would rule with greed, malice, and violence. On top of that, they would hand over their royal scepters to Baskania. According to King Piter that would cause mass destruction.
    If only Bethany were here, she could reason with Oscar, get him to move on and forget about revenge on Rosco. She was good at that kind of thing. Oscar had nobody to hang out with now and nothing else to think about except for what Rosco had done to him.
    Erec found some paper and wrote back to him.
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    Dear Oscar ,
    Bethany has been captured, and I don't even know if she's alive. I don't care if Rosco sees this letter and tells Baskania--he's the one who took her, so it's no news to him. I'm worried sick. If you're . . . around anyone who might know, tell me if you overhear where they are keeping her, or anything at all that could help.
    It sounds like Baskania is trying to make everyone excited about Balor,