TITLE: SO YOU DON'T WANT TO BE AN EVIL SORCERESS
GENRE: YA fantasy
Mysty tied her damp hair into a ponytail as she ran down the stairs. The school bus would arrive in two minutes and she hadn’t had breakfast. She turned the corner and crashed into the black knight. The drawstring to her sweatpants caught on the mace, upsetting her balance and slamming her shoulder into the wall.
“Mysty, is that you?” her mother called from the kitchen.
“Who moved the stupid knight?”
Cindy came out of the kitchen, followed by the stench of burnt toast, hair perfect. She wiped her hands on her apron before helping Mysty shove the heavy armor back against the wall. “He’s wishing you a happy birthday.”
Mysty didn’t look in the reflective surface as she pushed the armor. She didn’t want to see the new zits pulsating on her face. “It’s an old pile of tin, Mom. It isn’t capable of wishing. It slid on the uneven floor.” She was tempted to kick it, but she didn’t. “We should move it.”
Cindy propped the mace next to the armor. “Where would we put it?”
“The basement, out of sight, Ebay . . .”
“Mysty Perilous,” Cindy put her hand on the dented shield, “The black knight has been in your father’s family for generations.”
“My friends don’t have knights in their house. They have potted plants. No one keeps crap like this unless they live in a castle.”
The corner of Cindy’s lip twitched. “The black knight didn’t come from royalty.”
“Not unless being a royal pain counts.”