Tha Magic Carnival

By M'tain Dubois

After their friend is killed by the evil headmaster the two of them were thrown into the punishment shed where they were expected to die or break, instead the envoy of the Magic Carnival appears freeing them and escaping while they are chased by supernatural creatures. Taken to the Magic Carnival they find that the magical place was built by Santa Claus, The Tooth Fairy, The Story Teller, The Genie and The Sandman to find and take in worthy children helping them find a home or have them stay on to become Carnival folk themselves and in rare cases the legendary Bestowed who become a tooth fairy, genie, Santa, storyteller or sandman themselves. But even as they reach the safety of the Carnival things quickly go horribly wrong and the magic dust that fuels the Carnival is stolen leaving it vulnerable for the first time with the two kids as the only hope for their salvation. With colorful creatures and exciting adventure journey with these two children as they learn everyone has strength inside of them to be more than they ever thought they could.

• Language: English
• Publisher: M'tain Dubois
• Release date: Oct 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311547231

M'tain Dubois

I am a 46-year-old cancer survivor/patient who is a father of four wonderful children my family are my heart, soul, love, and strength along with my children. I have always loved writing and plan to continue publishing books to share the stories I come up with for as long as I can, I have led an interesting life doing more things than people usually get to do in five lifetimes. I have wonderful friends and family who add to my strength and love with my kids and grandchild, I believe you can do anything you put your mind to, and most importantly that any dream with having is a dream with fighting for! I love helping other people and protecting others, I love to camp, cook, sing, the outdoors, and much more! Feel free to contact me at [e-mail] about the books if you like, thanks again and I hope you enjoy it!

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The Magic Carnival

By M’tain A. Dubois

To all those who may struggle at one point or another know that there is someone out there watching over you.

M’tain

Copyright 2014 By M’tain A. Dubois

Smashwords Edition

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons either living or deceased is purely coincidental. Names, places, characters and incidents are products of the authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously. The author holds the rights to this work. It is illegal to reproduce this novel without written expressed consent from the author himself.

Chapter 1

As the thick arm of head master Jacob Rasputin of the Russian academy for childhood behavior lurched backwards into the air clutching the leather and steal studded belt for another round of my discipline I closed my eyes and did the little trick I had been teaching to the other kids.

I imagined myself floating in a space suit in the deepest part of the void, stars danced around me and comets shot past me, in the distance I could see the bright outline of Earth’s protective ozone shimmering as the suns radiation bounced off creating the beautiful Northern Lights I had heard about but never been privileged to see up close. Somewhere in my dream I could hear the insistent voice of the cruel man far off reverberating through my imaginary world as he yelled in my ear and shook my limp body causing chaos all around me.

Murmuring under my breath I swore that I wouldn’t return to that hellish place, but no sooner than I made the promise did I find myself opening my eyes to several fist blows to my chest and face.

I know of your little trick Andre Castus and no longer will it avail you, you will be an example to all the others of what will happen when you refuse to work. He laughed picking me up as his foul breath burned my nostrils before he turned throwing me the length of the room into the wall where I felt my left forearm shatter.

Unwillingly a scream escaped my lips before I was able to bite it back hoping to stifle his joy at causing me pain. I wanted to stand up and strike him down protecting the others while at the same time finding whatever traitor told him what I was teaching the others.

Now boy come here and kiss my feet before I really lose my temper. He demanded pointing at his feet.

Not until you tell me who it was that told you about my trick. I forced a smile defiantly.

With pleasure, it was your best friend Keizer Rampart.

You lie, Keizer would die before telling you anything. I snarled.

With the evilest smile I had ever seen Jacob focused on me intently as all of the other kids murmured and cringed behind him. Clearly whatever he was about to say was already known to the others and whatever it might be I was sure I wasn’t going to like it.

Actually he died right after telling me, I’m afraid I may have lost my temper a little at his consistent refusal to answer my questions but don’t worry you can tell me your last words when I dump out the ashes into the trash in the morning. Jacob laughed hysterically.

I saw red and lost all of my control as I ran towards the evil man intent on killing him but before I got there Sheila Humblest beat me to it, jumping on to his back as she pounded the back of his head with all the power her tiny fists could muster. God bless her little heart she never stood a chance, in a second Jacob seized her from his back and threw her into me as I was running sending us both to the ground and reminding me of the pain in my arm.

Through the tears welling up in my eyes I saw Jacob standing over us doing his typical last humiliation as he cleaned Sheila’s tears with his silk white cloth. I always hated that cloth, the way it felt and how he smiled so contently at our pain while wiping our tears like he cared. A moment later he mopped up the free flowing pain from my eyes before kicking us so many times I blacked out.

I woke up later that night in the broom closet next to Sheila’s unconscious body, her light brown hair was tangled with blood and her white clothes were marked everywhere with dirt and blood as well. I performed a quick check of her body looking for any signs of damage (something I had gotten good at unfortunately), thankfully she seemed bruised but not broken anywhere. Her skinny body was a lot tougher than I had given her credit for, as I looked at her I couldn’t believe how tough this eight year old kid was. Suddenly her eyes shot open and she began kicking in a vain attempt to keep me away from her.

Calm down Sheila, it’s me! I yelled before catching myself lowering my voice. Relax, it looks like old man Jacob put us in the cold box for defying him.

She struggled for a moment before sitting up and rubbing her arms trying to get warm. Great that makes me feel all better. She said sarcastically.

Being in a bad mood towards me is helping, thanks, but I think I should point out that no one asked you to get involved. I said. And by the way you look terrible.

You’re right, why would I help? It’s not like the three of us were best friends or something, oh wait it is like that. She said punching me in the arm which made me want to yell.

I could tell that she felt bad about hitting me in the arm that was broken but her stubbornness prevented her from saying she was sorry as she continued to scold me.

And not to mention that if I hadn’t you would have got yourself killed and by the way you look like crap too.

I struggled finally getting to my feet as I peered in the large mirror hanging on the wall, my four and a half foot frame looked black and blue all over and my blue eyes were tinged with red from multiple vain pops. My own black hair looked like it had been scrubbed and combed with rusty nails, and my arm looked horrible, all in all I hadn’t seen twenty five year olds with so much damage let alone a ten year old like me.

What are you talking about? I look great. I said trying to put on a brave face.

Best you have in years. She agreed looking around the small room.

I joined her in the inspection like I thought I might find something new to look at but we both knew better, the cold room was a small shack that was poorly constructed allowing the cold Russian air into the room. It was set in the massive backyard of the academy, a place the headmaster and his minions liked to put kids for a couple of days to punish them, no food or water was given and all there was to look at was a mirror. They liked us to see the toll of the punishment they gave which drove us crazy, once a kid broke the mirror and tried to escape, his lonely gravestone was sitting next to the shack as a constant reminder to never again try and think for ourselves.

We’re not going to make it this time. I said finally as my arm throbbed from the cold.

Just what I wanted to hear. She said beginning to cry.

I’m sorry, I’m not trying to depress you but we need to face the facts, my arm is broken and with the cold most likely I will die. You may have a chance though so if I do end up…you know…take my clothes and use them to help keep you warm. I said somberly.

No offense but that’s gross alive or dead I don’t want to see you naked! She said gaging at the thought and making me feel even worse.

What a weird way to kick me while I’m down. I frowned.

I’m just saying. She frowned before letting out a scream and diving behind me.

I turned ready to fight to the death but instead of anger I felt overwhelming sadness, there at the foot of the door was something we had somehow failed to notice before. Sitting there in the dark at the door was an old pot with a mocking sign that read:

"Here are the ashes of a little brat whose name will be forgotten by tomorrow when we use them for the litter