confused,' she added.
'What happened to you before that, though?' Emma asked.
'I woke up at 4.30 with an awful pain in my legs, I just couldn't shift it. I got out of bed to have a look and that's when I saw it climbing up my legs, it looked like a tree root or something. It hurt so much,' she sobbed. 'And then it carried on moving up until it landed on my back and stayed there. I was so scared, I didn't know what to do. Dad was already at the bakery and I couldn't tell him anyway... what would he think? So I just went back to bed and tried to forget about it but I couldn’t get back to sleep. So I got up and walked into town early. But while I was walking, there were all these voices in my head. They just wouldn't shut up, it was horrible. It carried on until everything stopped just before ten this morning. Then there was nothing but silence.'
'Voices in your head?' asked Declan.
Sammy nodded, 'It was horrible.'
Declan smiled, 'I know exactly how that feels, Sammy.'
'You mean you have it too? How do you live with it?'
'You learn how to control it. Once you've mastered that, it won't bother you at all. In fact, you'll find it becomes very useful,' he winked.
She smiled back, 'But the voices didn't sound human. I don't know what they were, it was just weird.'
'Don't worry, we'll help you figure it out,' Emma said.
CHAPTER 10
'Does that say mud?' asked Daisy.
'Yes,' said Eleanor as she continued to read up about the pixie trolls. 'Apparently, they use it as a weapon against their enemies.'
'How do they do that?'
'By throwing it, apparently. I've no idea how that works though,' she replied. 'I can't imagine mud being particularly damaging.
'But how can they be stopped?' asked Daisy as Wilbur returned to the little office with cups of tea for them both.
'Thanks, Wilbur,' Daisy smiled as she took a long gulp.
'Here it is,' exclaimed Eleanor. 'House dust! If they are touched with house dust, the trolls become woozy and unable to do much for about 24 hours. Hmm, that's interesting,' she said as she turned to face Daisy and Wilbur, taking off her glasses, 'Who'd have thought the answer would lie with something so simple,' she said before taking a sip of her tea and then turning back and putting her glasses back on. 'Let's see what else we need to know. Hmm. The pixie trolls are said to have been put into a comatose-like sleep about 80 years ago by Phillip James Bottomley,' Eleanor frowned. 'I remember Phillip. He did this?' she whispered.
'Phillip died in 1941, Eleanor. He can't be responsible,' Wilbur offered.
'Yes, I know. It says here that he used the trolls’ own power against them, with the help of a very special artefact that he found in Lyndhurst. That artefact was eventually given to The British Museum in 1935... Goodness,' she said, standing up for a moment to stretch her legs. 'What's the time, Wilbur?'
'Time has stopped, Eleanor,' said Wilbur with a smirk.
'Oh, yes of course!' she exclaimed, her cheeks pinking slightly.
'But I do believe it's time to go to your chambers,' he added.
Raising her eyebrows, the elderly woman took the arm he offered and they turned to exit the room.
'Daisy, be a dear and print off the image of that artefact and then switch the computer off. Here's the key to lock up afterwards. We'll wait for you in the main living room', Eleanor said with a smile as the two walked out.
oOo
A younger and much more energetic Eleanor bounded out of her changing room wearing her favourite blue skinny jeans, tan knee high boots and a cream fluffy jumper. With a grin, she did a few yoga poses as she waited for Daisy to return.
Wilbur stood waiting for further instructions.
'Eleanor,' Daisy exclaimed as she pushed through the door and handed her the key. 'You missed something about the trolls. I scrolled down a bit and found that if they consume sugar, they'll grow to twice their normal size.'
'Oh, thanks, Daisy. Glad you spotted that!' she said, grinning. 'Now, we need
'What happened to you before that, though?' Emma asked.
'I woke up at 4.30 with an awful pain in my legs, I just couldn't shift it. I got out of bed to have a look and that's when I saw it climbing up my legs, it looked like a tree root or something. It hurt so much,' she sobbed. 'And then it carried on moving up until it landed on my back and stayed there. I was so scared, I didn't know what to do. Dad was already at the bakery and I couldn't tell him anyway... what would he think? So I just went back to bed and tried to forget about it but I couldn’t get back to sleep. So I got up and walked into town early. But while I was walking, there were all these voices in my head. They just wouldn't shut up, it was horrible. It carried on until everything stopped just before ten this morning. Then there was nothing but silence.'
'Voices in your head?' asked Declan.
Sammy nodded, 'It was horrible.'
Declan smiled, 'I know exactly how that feels, Sammy.'
'You mean you have it too? How do you live with it?'
'You learn how to control it. Once you've mastered that, it won't bother you at all. In fact, you'll find it becomes very useful,' he winked.
She smiled back, 'But the voices didn't sound human. I don't know what they were, it was just weird.'
'Don't worry, we'll help you figure it out,' Emma said.
CHAPTER 10
'Does that say mud?' asked Daisy.
'Yes,' said Eleanor as she continued to read up about the pixie trolls. 'Apparently, they use it as a weapon against their enemies.'
'How do they do that?'
'By throwing it, apparently. I've no idea how that works though,' she replied. 'I can't imagine mud being particularly damaging.
'But how can they be stopped?' asked Daisy as Wilbur returned to the little office with cups of tea for them both.
'Thanks, Wilbur,' Daisy smiled as she took a long gulp.
'Here it is,' exclaimed Eleanor. 'House dust! If they are touched with house dust, the trolls become woozy and unable to do much for about 24 hours. Hmm, that's interesting,' she said as she turned to face Daisy and Wilbur, taking off her glasses, 'Who'd have thought the answer would lie with something so simple,' she said before taking a sip of her tea and then turning back and putting her glasses back on. 'Let's see what else we need to know. Hmm. The pixie trolls are said to have been put into a comatose-like sleep about 80 years ago by Phillip James Bottomley,' Eleanor frowned. 'I remember Phillip. He did this?' she whispered.
'Phillip died in 1941, Eleanor. He can't be responsible,' Wilbur offered.
'Yes, I know. It says here that he used the trolls’ own power against them, with the help of a very special artefact that he found in Lyndhurst. That artefact was eventually given to The British Museum in 1935... Goodness,' she said, standing up for a moment to stretch her legs. 'What's the time, Wilbur?'
'Time has stopped, Eleanor,' said Wilbur with a smirk.
'Oh, yes of course!' she exclaimed, her cheeks pinking slightly.
'But I do believe it's time to go to your chambers,' he added.
Raising her eyebrows, the elderly woman took the arm he offered and they turned to exit the room.
'Daisy, be a dear and print off the image of that artefact and then switch the computer off. Here's the key to lock up afterwards. We'll wait for you in the main living room', Eleanor said with a smile as the two walked out.
oOo
A younger and much more energetic Eleanor bounded out of her changing room wearing her favourite blue skinny jeans, tan knee high boots and a cream fluffy jumper. With a grin, she did a few yoga poses as she waited for Daisy to return.
Wilbur stood waiting for further instructions.
'Eleanor,' Daisy exclaimed as she pushed through the door and handed her the key. 'You missed something about the trolls. I scrolled down a bit and found that if they consume sugar, they'll grow to twice their normal size.'
'Oh, thanks, Daisy. Glad you spotted that!' she said, grinning. 'Now, we need
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