Phantom Keys: The Story Begins

By Vernon Scott

Phantom Keys is mostly about a brother and sister who discover they have special powers. Giovanni and Gwendolyn Stephens learn about their family's past. While Giovanni is trying his best to live up to his father's name, Gwendolyn is busy with her very own personal issues. Gwendolyn's boyfriend, Marcus River, the former cop, now private detective, has no clue of Gwen's nor Giovanni's double life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vernon Scott
• Release date: Dec 19, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458112743

Vernon Scott

When I have time from school work I love to read books. I like books that keep me wondering about what is going to happen next. Three of my favorite authors are Anna Windsor, Zane, and Geneva Holiday. Most people don’t understand the books written by these authors because they do not really read them. I love to cook. My friends love my cooking. I am well known for my paella, which is a Spanish dish. Lastly, I enjoy writing poetry. It is a way for me to express myself openly. Most people try their hardest to right love poems but I really do not like them that much. Love is strong but some use love for personal advantages and advancements.

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Phantom Keys:

The Story Begins

By: Vernon Scott

Published by Omicron Book Organization

Copyright 2010 Vernon Scott

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Chapter 1

Welcoming of Giovanni

Hello world, my name is Giovanni Stephens. I am a musician and instrument salesmen. I have a twin sister and her name is Gwendolyn Stephens. She has always been a bother while growing up but I still love her.

I have an amazing family tree. Mostly everyone in my family was a thief. I believe it all started in 1557 with my ancestor Phelphian Le Grand Voleur, which means Phelphian The Great Thief. He was known for looting much of the royal family’s treasures in 1575. He was later brought to the scaffolds about five years later. Ever since his death, there have been many people in my family following in his footsteps. Many have been caught, and a few actually got away. But now were in the 21st century so I believe I can surpass all of those before me.

My father tried to continue the tradition but he was arrested on the day I was born. I have no clue to how they caught him. It has always been a tradition to leave a signature behind to let the police know that it was no amateur thief.

My grandfather was a potter and he always left a bird sculpture at the scene of the crime. Following the tradition, my father, Roberto Stephens, was an artist and he mostly looted paintings. His signature marking was a red rose painting located in the spot where the painting originally was.

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I will be turning 21 next Friday which is October 20th. That will be the day that marks my day of continuing in the family business. I’ve been training really hard trying not to end up in the same predicament as my father. I told my sister, Gwen, not to attempt it because I don’t want her to get into any trouble with the law, yet she dismisses it.

We were always the top students of our classes but that wasn’t exciting enough for either of us. That might explain why we didn’t pursue high paying jobs. While I’m writing music, she is selling flowers. The good thing that came out of our job choices is that it wasn’t that hard making a business franchise.

My music store is called Gi-Gi’s Light Players. I even branched off by creating jazz clubs and a great number of coffee shops/bookstores. You might be wondering, If this guy makes so much money, why steal? Well the answer to that question is, for the excitement. Many people want excitement in their lives but can never find it. It’s both a good thing and a bad thing. It’s hard to think of stealing in a good way. But whenever someone steals from a museum it will bring the media and people will want to visit it to see how a person could do it or just to visit the crime scene.

So far the hardest thing about stealing was coming up with an alias and something to symbolize you. I could always leave some type of instrument, but what kind. I couldn’t leave a big instrument because it’ll kind of be too hard to hide. And then it hit me, What if I left a piece of an instrument, I thought to myself but which instrument? I looked around my store to find the perfect instrument, and then the door chimed meaning someone has entered.

How may I help you sir? I asked.

I was wondering do you guys offer piano lessons. My wife just bought a piano from you guys a couple of weeks back for our daughter. And lets just say, she is not a great player," said the man.

I’m sorry sir we don’t offer piano lessons here, I replied. But I know someone who does. About three stores down there’s a guy named Alfred who works at the World of Music, he might be able to help you

Thanks for the info, said the guy as he left for the store.

Why must people continue to come into my store asking for lessons? I see if it said, We offer lessons, on the door but gosh. Does it look like we offer piano lessons? Wait a second! I said out loud. Pianos…Pianos…That’s it! If that guy ever comes back in here I must thank him. I now have something to symbolize me.

I searched around my shop to see if it was still there. I couldn’t use any of my new shipment so I had to find the old one. And then I found it in the basement. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It was my old piano; it had to have been at least two hundred years old. And thankfully there were about five boxes of replacement piano keys.

But now the only thing I had to do is get a great costume and a great name that fits it. I decided to close early so I can drive home and ransack my closet for former Halloween costumes. It’s kind of ironic that I have so many costumes but I do live down the street from a costume store.

I had soon arrived home and ran upstairs to my walk-in closet that contained all of my costumes. I didn’t see anything that influenced me. I was soon drawing a blank on the perfect costume that suited me. So I decided to go relax on my bed and maybe something will come to me…something useful and inspirational.

As I lay there I began to fall asleep. As I dreamt of nothing but music there was no sign of an idea coming. When I woke up I looked at my bedside clock to see that it was only 8 o’clock. I had only slept for about two and a half hours. I decide to turn on my TV and when I did I heard a duet between a male and a female. As I listened I began to realize what it was that I was hearing. It was a famous opera. Famous indeed, for many kids of this time even knew about its beauty. It was one of my favorite operas. It was