Magic Molly Book One The Mirror Maze

By Trevor Forest

On the eve of her ninth birthday Molly Miggins visits the funfair where her parents are due to perform a live magic show. Molly's mum is a High Witch and her father is a stage magician who uses real magic.
During the performance the disappearing trick goes badly wrong and both of Molly's parents vanish. Molly meets a wizard who tells her that only she can rescue them.
To succeed in her quest Molly must become a junior witch and try to find a way into the mysterious 'void' where her parents have been trapped. At the witches academy Molly is given an ancient, damaged wand called, Wonky, but because of a slight twist in the wand Molly finds it almost impossible to aim a spell accurately. Can Molly master the wand and rescue her parents before the wizard’s deadline or will the nasty tricks and traps he has placed in her way prevent her from fulfilling her quest?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trevor Forest
• Release date: Aug 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476471136

Trevor Forest

Trevor Forest lives in Nottingham in the UK with his wife Doreen and two mad Springer Spaniels Molly and Maisie.Trevor is the author of 11 children's books including the Magic Molly and Stanley Stickle series.Trevor Forest is currently working on the third Stanley Stickle and the sixth Magic Molly books.

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Magic Molly

Book One: The Mirror Maze

by

Trevor Forest

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2011 T A Belshaw 2011

Cover artwork copyright Marie Fullerton 2011

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Special thanks to Maureen Vincent-Northam for her patience, editing skills, and unqualified support during the creation of this book. Thanks also go to Marie Fullerton for designing the wonderful artwork.

I’d also like to mention my two Springer Spaniels, Molly and Maisie who had to put up with late dinners and a little less attention than usual while this book was being written.

Trevor Forest has written eight children’s books. Find out more about the author at http://www.trevorforest.com

Look out for Magic Molly book two, Gloop, next in the Magic Molly series

Chapter One

'Let's go on the dodgems, Molly.'

'Okay, I'll just tell Mum.'

Molly ran up to the stage where her parents were making the final preparations for their vanishing act.

'Mum, Jenny and I are going on the dodgems.'

'Make sure you're back for ten to seven, Molly,' said Mrs Miggins. 'Our act starts at seven on the dot.' She adjusted her witch's hat and bent down to kiss her daughter on the cheek. 'Seven,' she reminded.

Molly and Jenny ran off to explore the funfair.

'I wish my mum was a witch,' said Jenny as they passed the 'try your strength' booth.

'It's not all good,' said Molly. 'Because she's a High Witch she has to spend most weekends at the Academy. She likes to help Dad out with his magic show too, so I don't get to see her as much as you see your mum.'

'Yes but, how lucky are you, Molly? A magician for a dad and a High Witch for a mum.' Jenny kicked a pebble. 'It's not fair. You'll get to be a witch soon; I'd love to be a witch.'

'It's ages yet, I've got a year and a day before I take the Witches Promise,' said Molly. 'You have to be ten.'

'A year is a long time,' agreed Jenny. 'Though it doesn't seem like a year since we were last here. Come on, race you to the dodgems.'

Molly loved everything about the fair. She revelled in the atmosphere, the smells, the cacophony of sound, the hustle and bustle of the crowd. She had saved up her pocket money for weeks for this one chilly, noisy, exciting night.

After the dodgems Molly and Jenny wandered around the fair taking in the atmosphere. They bought candy floss and laughed at each other as it stuck to their chins like pink beards.

As they passed Madam Zizi's fortune teller booth, Molly felt someone tap on her shoulder. She looked up to see an old woman holding a crystal ball.

'Tell your fortune, Dearie?'

'No thanks,' said Jenny. 'We're off to the Hall of Mirrors.'

'It's free tonight for girls with birthdays coming up,' said Madam Zizi.

'How do you know it's my birthday tomorrow?' gasped Molly.

'It's in the stars,' replied the fortune teller, looking up into the misty night.

Molly looked up at the grey sky but couldn't see any stars. She assumed Madam Zizi must have read them earlier.

Jenny tugged at Molly's sleeve. 'Come on, Molly, let's have a laugh in the Hall of Mirrors.'

'Do you mind if I go in, Jenny?' said Molly. 'I wouldn't mind having my fortune told.'

Madam Zizi opened the flap on the tent and Molly stepped inside. The tent was decorated with stars and zodiac symbols. A dim lamp cast shadows on the walls. Madam Zizi motioned for Molly to sit at a small table. She placed the crystal ball in the centre and ran her hands over the surface. The ball became misty.

'I see your future,' said Madam Zizi.

'Is it a foggy day?' asked Molly, as she stared into the murky crystal.

'My eyes see through the mist.'

'You must have good eyesight,' said Molly. 'I can't see a thing.'

Madame Zizi nodded. 'Nothing is hidden from Madame Zizi.'

She ran her hands over the crystal ball again. A green mist filled the glass. 'I see a quest; someone is lost,' she said.

'I'm not surprised in that fog,' said Molly.

'Someone is searching, looking for the path.'

'You need cat's eyes in that lot, ' said Molly.

Madame Zizi's eyes opened wide. 'I see a witch, with a thousand faces.'

'That could be Aunt Matilda,' said Molly. 'She's an actor in the Witches Amateur Dramatic Society.'

Madam Zizi took her hands from the crystal and grabbed Molly's wrists. 'I see treachery; beware the colour green. Be careful young witch. The future is nearer than you know.'

'What did she tell you, Molly?' asked Jenny.

'Someone's got lost in a green fog,' replied Molly with a frown. 'I'm glad it was free, I wouldn't have paid for that.'

The girls walked with the crowd until they saw a sign that read, 'The Fabulous Hall of Mirrors.' They paid at the entrance and stepped inside the oblong-shaped tent. Molly and Jenny laughed themselves silly at their own distorted reflections as they went from mirror to mirror. Molly was in stitches at the sight of herself with a huge head and tiny little legs.

After twenty minutes they left the Hall of Mirrors and, still wiping their eyes, made their way back to the main stage where Molly's parents were about to perform their magic act. Their timing was perfect, almost as soon as they arrived the fairground owner, a tall, thin man with a long nose and narrow eyes, took to the stage.

'Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I am delighted to present to you, for one night only, The Great Rudolpho and the High Witch.'

The crowd applauded Molly's mum and dad onto the stage. Molly's father went through his usual routine. He made cards and bunches of flowers appear out