Steve was an 11-year-old boy who lived with his mother in Northampton. His father had died a year ago after fighting an unknown disease which no country had ever even heard of. The news was spread all over the world and Steve soon became famous for being the son of a diseased man; however, Steve wasn't bothered about the disease his father had, he was more bothered about a secret his father told him when he was younger... It was 10th November, 2003 and it was Steve's birthday. His father took him into the living room and told Steve that when he died he wanted him to go to the attic and find his fathers most treasured book, Steve was confused, "Well, what does the book look like?" Steve asked. "The book will tell you what it looks like, so don't worry about trying to find it." His father replied. At this, Steve was scared as he didn't know what his father meant. Steve was anxious, so anxious, he ran upstairs and went up into the attic where he heard a voice coming from a black chest hidden amongst the junk and old clothes. "Steve? Is that you?" whispered an unfamiliar voice, "Steve, oh Steve... STEVE!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Steve screamed as loud as he could.
"Hush yourself boy do you want to get caught?" Asked the voice.
"Uh, um...no, I guess not." Steve replied nervously.
"Well then be quiet!"
"Um... who exactly are you?" Steve questioned.
"You're fairy godmother of course!" The voice snapped.
"Really?"
"No. I'm far too intelligent. Anyway let's cut to the chase. I'm here to pick you up and bring you to Zefna, where your father came from, are you ready?"
"What in the world?"
"Great hold on to your hats!"
"What? What hat?" Steve asked.
"Three, two, one..."
"Oh dear."
"Zero!" | 
