Polly Pippin and The Invisible Secret

By Sarah Godwin Winter

This is the third book of six of Polly Pippin and her cousin Alison set in London. They become friends and fall at little bit in love with Piers Knightly and his cousin Miles Winsor. After they meet the Freeflyers Event and Salute from the First Universe, strange and unbelievable things happen to them. They find themselves in the middle of the battle for the earth, against the Rebel Warriors from the Dark Universe. Two Freeflyers Event and Salute meet the girls and life is never the same. At times they find themselves back in time and it’s very scary.
Polly Pippin and Alison Rose live in a 600-year-old house in Byzantine Crescent, Docklands London, which is owned by the First Universe. The Rebels desperately want to capture the girls and the house, as it leads them directly to the invisible secret and the First Universe.
Lily and Lucy who are friends run the Brown Sugar Café, which becomes the meeting place. It is where they meet Piers and Miles, but everyone good and evil goes there.
They still don’t but Piers and Miles are twins of Zack and Knox who were stolen at birth by the Dark Universe. They were trained at Rebel Warriors, and are leading the battle to capture the earth. They often zap the boys to perilous places and pretend they are the UFO’s (Unidentified Flying Objects and eventually Fledgling Freeflyers)
Piers and Miles trying to rescue the girls end up in the crow’s nest of Blackbeard’s ship. Blackbeard attacked the Dutch ship and took the girls and the Freeflyers back to “The Revenge”. He thought Piers and Miles were Zack and Knox, and the boys went along with it. Davy Jones was invited to the party, but Event set him alight. Davy dived over the side, screaming, and threw out his stinking capturing net as he did. It landed on Miles and took him to his death in Davy’s locker.
The mythicals are Pendragon and Kylin, they are double winged dragonfly’s belonging to the fathers of the twins, Freeflyers Sreip and Selim. They can change size, and Pendragon can spit fire.
The two Lie detectors are known as Liddles, are strange creatures: they have no fur and their skin shines and glistens. Their eyes are huge, brilliant green and extraordinarily beautiful, with eyelashes to die for. If anyone tells a lie or a fib, they change colour, the biggest the porky pie, the brighter the colours.
Harry the hand, is devoted to Zack and Knox, and that's all it was, a large hand. On the end of each finger was an eye that stared fixedly, and a mouth of sorts, with thick luscious lips lay smack in the middle of the palm. The little hand stood on a dozen or so thin little pink legs. On his feet were knee length white sock and brown brogues, and he loved to dance the Highland fling. He was proudly dressed in a kilt, and in the sporran was a proboscis that flew out and prodded any one that upset him a little too hard.
After many more adventures the girls eventually got back to Byzantine Crescent they heard a splash coming from the picture of the castle in the hall. Event and Salute were standing in a puddle of water they had come from the moat. Rebels were following but Event killed the probe, and with the girls, was sucked back in courtyard of Camelot Castle.
The Freeflyers are trying to protect the earth. If the Rebels win, they will capture the Earthbeings to be warriors or slaves, and have access to the First Universe, which will make them evil controllers of the Multiverse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sarah Godwin Winter
• Release date: Mar 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310444654

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Polly Pippin

And

The Invisible Secret

~ Book Three ~

By

Sarah Godwin-Winter

Copyright © 2014 Sarah Godwin-Winter

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Contents

Chapter 1: The Visitors Arrive

Chapter 2: The Inner Exchange

Chapter 3: The Dark Universe Invades

Chapter 4: Send in the Clowns

Chapter 5: A Secret Revealed

Chapter 6: Harry the Hand

Chapter 7: Camelot

Chapter 8: Travelling Wild

Chapter 9: Blackbeard the Pirate

Chapter 10: Water, Water Everywhere

Chapter 11: Lily's Baby

Chapter 12: Heroes and Heroines

Chapter 1

The Visitors Arrive

Polly Pippin got home late one cold and windy Friday, and marched into the kitchen where Alison sat drinking coffee reading the latest exposé magazine. She threw her bag down on the table and shook her head.

'I can't stand another night like tonight, Alison! I was bored to bloody tear's. It's tragic really. How many times have you been on a date with this really hot number and he comes in for the big pash.

'Did he, what was it like?' Alison was now very interested in what Polly had to say.

'Yuk, it was like being kissed by your maiden aunt, then he tried to throw his arms around me, half suffocating me. It gets worse,' she said as she went to the sink and filled the kettle. 'He thinks because he's a man, he's the master of the universe.'

'Don't tell me your troubles, Polly. I don't know what's worse, a date with the TV or going out with Clayton. The world's biggest bore.'

'Is this it Ali, is this all it is? There must be a way out. My life is just slowly dwindling away. I'm sick of working in the dress shop, waiting for the big break in the movies. I feel like jumping off Tower Bridge. At least it'll be over, no more frightening dates.' Polly laughed.

'That's not the worst of it,' Alison retorted. 'There are hundreds of girls just like us. Over eighteen and over the hill.' She walked across the room, looked in the mirror, did not like what she saw and turned away in disgust.

'Look, tomorrow is Saturday let's not going to work,' Polly said. 'I have made up my mind, we are going to the best coffee shop in town. I have a plan.'

'A plan, really, what are we going to do?' Alison's face lit up, she was also so over working part-time in the dress shop.

'Let me sleep on it and I'll tell you tomorrow.' Polly grabbed her hot chocolate, and as she got to the door she turned and said. 'Tomorrow is the start of our new life.'

~

When Polly woke the next morning, and it was pouring with rain and freezing cold. ‘Bloody hell, typical, it's the middle of August,' she said as she shuffled into the kitchen and put on the kettle. 'Well, a bit of rain won't stop me. I'm on a mission.' She heard Alison get up and yelled up the stairs. 'Coffee, Ali?'

'You up already?' Alison called down. She was usually up first, so was surprised to hear Polly up and about. 'Remember what you said last night Polly. Forget coffee at home, let's get dressed up and have breakfast out. I can't wait to hear your plan.'

They took some time getting ready, carefully picking what they wore, so as to complement each other. Alison in turquoise and Polly in pink. Faces made up, the highest of high heel shoes on, and after checking each other out, they were ready to go. They decided on Brown Sugar an up-market coffee shop where Lily their best friend worked. They sat at a table near the window and ordered breakfast. Polly got out a pad and pen, and they looked at each other.

'Well?' Alison said expectantly. 'What's your plan?'

Polly wrote down number one, and looked up at the ceiling for inspiration. For the first time ever, silence reigned between them.

'You haven't got a plan, have you Polly? Now we're going to be even more broke, this breakfast will take half my wages this week,' Alison complained.

'Yes, I do have a plan Ali,' Polly retaliated, 'don't be so impatient. Firstly we need to save money, and I thought we could rent out one of our bedrooms, and one of us could move into the ambry.'

'And who is going to move, Polly? The room you want to use as a bedroom, the old Church's ambry, is no bigger than a large cupboard.'

'Well, you're a lot smaller than me, so going by size, it should be you.'

'And going by who suggested it, it should be you.'

'Okay, rock, paper, scissors, best of three.'

Polly won the first round, and Alison won the second. They were just about to try for the third, when breakfast arrived. It was the best meal they had eaten in ages, and they both agreed they did not begrudge a penny of what it was going to cost. After all the dishes had been cleared away, they ordered another cup of coffee and sat back.

'I was hoping to meet Mr Wonderful here today,' said Polly dreamily.

'Me too, along with every other female in the room,' Alison said a little grumpily.

'Yeah,' Polly concurred, and as she spoke she looked up to see a very handsome young man walking over to their table.

'Hi, it's busy here today, do you mind if we sit at your table?' he pointed at the empty chairs.

Polly looked round and saw the café was half empty, but still said. 'No, no of course not, you're quite welcome.'

As he sat, he said. 'I'm Piers, and he banged on the window. 'And that's my cousin.'

The girls looked out to see a young man sitting on a Harley Davidson, taking off his helmet and pushing back his unruly curly hair. He looked up and saw Piers sitting with the two girls. He quickly propped up the bike, rushed into the café. He arrived at the table just in time to hear Polly say, 'your cousin, what a coincidence, this is my cousin Alison, and my name is Polly.'

Alison said hello, and Miles was smitten. He shook his head and sat down next to her, she is really cute he thought. After Piers had introduced the girls, they ordered their breakfasts. Lily brought the food and conversation ran freely around the table, questions tumbling over each other to be heard. After a while the girls finished their coffee, said goodbye and got up to leave. Piers called to Lily and said he would be paying the girls' bill. He stood and said he hoped to see them again if that was okay.

'Well we have to repay your generosity,' Polly said, 'so you are invited to dinner next Saturday.'

She wrote down the address and literally fluttered her eyelashes at Piers. They said their goodbyes, the boys promising to ring in the week, saying they were looking forward to seeing them again.

As they were leaving, Lily came out of the kitchen, she was obviously very jealous the girls had landed a date. 'I'm green to the core,' she said as she nodded at the boys.

'I know. We can't believe it. We were so fed up we decided to come here for breakfast, which we couldn't really afford, so how lucky meeting those two. By the way, breakfast was fantastic.'

'Ta, I'll tell the chef.'

'See ya,' said the girls in unison. They got to the door, turned and waved goodbye to the boys. As they walked out into the grey day, they both thought how much better they felt than when they had walked in. They had met Piers and Miles and knew it would be special.

~

Later that day, Polly wandered into Alison's room and danced round her bed. 'I am so glad we went out for breakfast,' she said.

'So am I,' Alison agreed. 'Imagine meeting those two lads, can you believe it?'

'No, and I can't wait to see Piers again. I do hope he calls he's gorgeous! Oh Alison, did you see those lips? I can't wait to check them out. Do you think they will call?'

'Maybe they will, and maybe they won't?'

'Well, I think they will,' Polly retorted. 'They seemed to like us. Yes I think they will call.'

'Every man is genuine, when he's after getting a girl.'

Polly laughed. 'Yeah, you're right.' She sat down and looked at her toenails, thinking she needed a pedicure. 'Anyway, I still think we should clear out the ambry. I've never had a good look in there, but I think when it's empty, it will be bigger than it looks.

'Right, and then what?' said Alison. 'You have that evil look in your eye, Polly, and I can tell you right now, I am not going along with another one of your hair-brained schemes.'

'No, hear me out, Alison. How would you like it if we had more money to spend on stuff we really need, like, for instance, new shoes?'

'I'm listening!' Alison screwed up her face and leant forward, elbows on the table, eyes narrowed.

'Weeell… and no, don't interrupt. What if we borrow the bunk beds Carole has in her garage? Then we both move into the ambry - or large cupboard, as you call it.'

'Personally, I'd rather move into Carole's garage.'

'Get real, Alison. It does have something in its favour.'

'Carole's garage or the ambry?' Alison said, fun in her voice.

'Stop it.' Polly poked Alison in the ribs. 'Are we broke or not?'

'Yes,' Alison affirmed.

'And are we fed up because we have no money or nice shoes?'

'Yes,' Alison repeated, doubt in her voice.

'And do you have an answer?'

'No.'

'Well I do, there's absolutely no other way out. So put on your coat and let's go and see Carole.'

Visitors arrive

The next week was a busy one. They emptied the little cupboard, cleaned it and put up new curtains. They had a bit of a bother putting up Carole's bunk beds but with much yelling, shoving and pushing they managed it. By the end of the week, they'd moved everything out of their bedrooms. It took some organising I can tell you, getting all the clothes, shoes and various other belongings to fit in, and still be able to close the door. But they did it and were very proud of themselves. They then drew up a list of rules and started to settle in.

'Okay, Ali, I bag the top bunk.'

'No-way. You got your wish to come in here, now it's my turn. I bags the top bunk.'

'Fair enough, I had my wish, on the top you go - and no farting!' Polly said laughing and lay down on her bed, she snuggled into her pillow and thought about Piers. 'Oh no, I've just had a terrible thought.'

'What thought?' asked Alison.

'Well, we've both been wishing for one for ages, so what if one of the boys does ring and becomes a boyfriend.'

'You tell me, Miss Polly. Moving in here was your brilliant idea. But I'll tell you what, if I get one, you will just have to stay out,' Alison said. 'And Polly, this time I really mean it.'

The pillow fight that followed wasn't very successful, due to the size of the room and the fact it was played out on the bunk beds. Polly grabbed at Alison and tried to pull her off the bed. But Alison hung on for grim death and fought back. Polly tried to save herself from falling out of bed, by grabbing Ali's pyjama top. All the buttons flew off and Polly, lying flat on her back on the floor, laughed so much she very nearly wet herself.

The following week the weather was blustery, rain was falling down in sheets and evening darkness was closing in fast. At exactly six o'clock, a rap, rap, rap on the front door seemed to echo through the house.

~

'I'll get it,' Polly called as she raced down the stairs. She opened the door and looked out into the dimming street. Standing on the step were two huge St. Bernard dogs, one of which promptly began to lick her face. Behind the dogs, stood two identical figures, also huge, each covered from head to toe in a blue-green cloak that seemed to shimmer in the light from the street.

'Good Eventide,' said one.

'Salutations,' said the other.

She was about to tell them to go away, when she stopped. What if she was on the end of a TV stunt? She opened the door a little wider.

'It's about the rooms to let, may we come in?' asked one of the strangers.

Polly hesitated. 'Yes, however I'm not sure about the dogs.' Before she could say another word, the entourage had pushed open the door and swept past her. On the way through to the sitting room, they called out to Alison who was in the kitchen. Please Alison make a pot of tea, and two saucers of warm milk for the dogs. They walked into the room, settled themselves in front of the fire, and warmed their hands.

'Yes, yes hasn't changed much since I was last here. Now when was that? Oh yes, 1766,' one said to the other, and they chuckled between themselves, leaving Polly speechless. Finally, remembering Polly was still in the room one of them spoke.

'Let me introduce ourselves Polly, we are your ancestors, and the dogs are dogs.'

Polly was speechless, she excused herself, saying she would help Alison with the tea, and rushed into the kitchen.

'Alison, you're not going to b-believe it!' she stuttered out, a startled look in her eyes. 'There are two people in the lounge. They claim to be our ancestors! They're huge, and I think the dogs are St. Bernard's and big ones at that.'

'Yeah, Polly, ha ha,' said Alison.

'No don't, Ali, it's true. One of the dogs nearly licked me to death.'

Thinking she was joking, Alison went in with the tea, Polly following.

No one was more surprised than Polly, as by the fire was a diminutive pair, with two tiny Chihuahua puppies sitting sedately on their laps.

Alison looked at Polly and smirked. 'St Bernard's, yeah, Polly,' she whispered. She poured the tea as the two gentlemen introduced themselves as Mr Eventide and Mr Salutations and the dogs were Shaz and Zamm. As they sipped the tea, and the tiny dogs lapped up the milk. Then Mr Eventide said. 'It's a celebration you know, us coming back to this house

'Look, what this is about?' Polly said bravely. 'We don't know you from Henry the eighth.'

'King Henry, he was quite a lad, yes we must look him up some time.' The two visitors said nothing more and just looked at her and smiled.

'Are you from the TV,' Polly said, hoping they would say yes, surprise, surprise. But it soon became apparent that wasn't to be as they still sat and continued smiling.

'You said you were our ancestors,' Alison added. 'And we don't recognise you, so would you please tell us what ancestors you are?'

'First things first. We could see you were overwhelmed by our size, so we wished ourselves small, and the dogs did too. Sorry if we frightened you. We have come here to tell you our story, but I need to say, one of you wished it.' And with that they sedately sipped the tea.

Polly and Alison looked at each other, not sure what to do next.

'One of us wished what?' Alison asked, as she offered more tea and chocolate biscuits, which they both accepted.

'Well, the secret of the house is, if you make a wish the house approves of, the wish will come true. You Earthbeings would call it a wish, but it's more like inter-thought transference.'

'Oh come now,' Polly said and started to get annoyed. 'Are you here to look at the rooms or not?'

The two visitors decided maybe they had already said too much, and the girls were not quite ready to hear why they really were there.

Mr Salutations smiled. 'Yes we are here to rent the rooms, and we are prepared to pay double the rent you're asking.'

Polly and Alison looked at each other again. 'Would you excuse us?' Polly said, and she grabbed Alison's arm and pulled her back into the kitchen. 'What do you think, Ali?'

'Well they could be travelling actors or eccentrics, but apparently very wealthy if they can pay double the rent,' Alison said.

'Well the dogs are cute,' Polly added, 'and they must be our ancestors, they knew my name and seemed to know their way around the house.'

When they first arrived they did look rather large, Polly thought and thinking it must have been a trick of the light, she promptly forgot about it. The girls walked back into the room smiling.

~

'Would you like to see the rooms?' Polly asked.

'Yes, that would be very nice,' the two strangers answered at the exactly the same time. Then they stood, picked up Shaz and Zamm, put them in two huge pockets and followed the girls upstairs. After looking at the rooms, it was decided: Mr Eventide would take the room to the left and Mr Salutations the room to the right. The two strangers happily agreed to pay double the rent, so it was decided: they would move in.

The visitors move in