Jenny McLachlan - The Land of Roar

First published in Great Britain 2019

by Egmont UK Limited

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Text copyright 2019 Jenny McLachlan

Illustrations copyright 2019 Ben Mantle

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First e-book edition 2019

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For my girls, who have never

stopped believing in Roar

CONTENTS

T here is a wizard in Grandads attic.

Im sitting in his garden looking up at the attic window, and I can clearly see a dark shape standing just behind the glass. I give my sister a nudge. Look, Rose. You can see its pointy hat and everything!

Rose swipes at the screen of her phone. There isnt a wizard in the attic, Arthur. Leave me alone. Im busy.

I glance over her shoulder and see that shes busy liking someones picture of a puddle. When I look back at the window the strange shadow is still there. My eyes trace the outline of shoulders, a head and a slightly crooked hat, as I try to work out what it could be... A reflection of the trees? Some rubbish Grandads dumped up there?

Then I see something that makes goose bumps prickle my arms: a tiny white patch like a puff of breath is misting the glass. I squeeze my eyes shut and rub them. When I open them again the white patch has gone. I smile nervously. Mums always saying Ive got an overactive imagination.

Its probably the inflatable skeleton, I say, the one Grandad got for Halloween, and the hat could be from the dressing-up box

Be quiet, Arthur, says Rose. Youre annoying me.

With a sigh I give up on Rose and wander around the garden. I peel some bark off a tree, kick a punctured football into a hedge, then hang from a branch. Tap, tap, tap goes Rose on her phone. I drop to the ground and look up at the attic window. Its still there, I say.

Arthur! Rose snaps. Will you shut up about wizards? Im not going to play with you!

I groan and flop back down on the grass. Every summer Mum and Dad leave us with Grandad while they go camping. It used to be brilliant. Rose and I would spend the whole week doing whatever we liked building dens, swimming in the sea, eating cereal three times a day but since Rose got her phone shes become totally boring.

Om-pom-pom... Grandad drifts out of his shed, his grey hair and beard standing out against his dark skin. He grins at me, then starts hacking at a bush with a pair of rusty secateurs.

Grandad, have you put a dummy or something up in the attic?

He laughs. Not me, mate.

I turn back to Rose. She cant stare at her phone all day. How about we check out the attic, then go and catch crabs off the end of the pier?

No.

Play ping-pong?

No.

Go to the arcade and pretend to be pirates and see if we can find money thats fallen out of the slot machines?

She shakes her head in alarm. No way!

But you used to love doing that.

You used to love doing that, Arthur. I went along with it.

Suddenly Rose jumps to her feet and stuffs her phone in her pocket. Mazen Bailey, Grandads next-door neighbour, has appeared on the trampoline in her garden. Mazen Bailey is a horrible person, but Rose worships her because shes thirteen, two years older than us, and has her own YouTube channel called Totally Mazen!

Rose scrambles on to the wheelie bin and leans over the wall. Hi, Mazen!

What have you done to your hair? shrieks Mazen, then she joins Rose at the wall and they begin a whispered conversation, every now and then glancing in my direction.

Arthur, says Rose, what was it you saw in the attic?

I hesitate. Theyre smiling, waiting for me to say something stupid, so I say, A shadow.

Yeah, but what did the shadow look like?

A wizard, I mutter, making them burst out laughing. I feel my cheeks burn and I point at the window. Im not imagining it! Look!

And they do look, but Rose shakes her head. Theres nothing there, Arthur!

There is... I protest, but then I realise shes right. The window is just a blank empty square. Youve got to stand in the right spot, I say, moving from side to side. Make sure the sun isnt reflecting on the glass. But no matter what I do, I cant make the shape come back.

With a final giggle Mazen says shes got to go. Come round later, Rose. You can try out my trampoline.

Really? cries Rose. Thanks!

Mazen disappears inside her house and Rose jumps off the wheelie bin.

Really? I say, imitating her gushy voice. Thanks!

Quick as a flash, Rose throws her arms round my legs and sends me crashing to the ground. Rose is good at rugby... but Im good at wriggling. I try to escape by twisting and turning like a snake, but Rose just tightens her vice-like grip.

Let go of me! I shout.

Not until you stop being annoying!

Ill stop being annoying I try and fail to kick her off when you stop being boring, which will be NEVER!

Rose squeezes harder until my legs start to go numb. Drain, she says in a deep, slow voice. DRAIN... DRAAAAIN...

This is something we used to do to each other pretend we could drain each other of energy by holding on tight and not letting go. Rose hasnt done it for years, but its still surprisingly effective. Already my legs feel weak and heavy, like lumps of concrete.

Twins! We look up and see Grandad standing over us. I dont want to break up your game, but I thought youd like to know theres a surprise waiting for you in the attic!

We jump to our feet.

I knew I saw something up there. Grandads surprises are legendary. Hes built us a tree house, go-carts with working lights, and even a raft that we take on the river. Whatever hes done in the attic, I bet it involves that wizard!

Race you! I yell, making a dash for the back door.

Ive only gone three paces when Rose overtakes me. She shoves me on my shoulder, shouting, See you later, loser!

I try to make my short legs work faster, but Rose is such a good runner and she drained me so well, theres no way I can catch up with her. So instead I go with insulting her, and I shout the insult that I know annoys her the most, and I shout it all the way through the house and up the stairs.

You look like me! You look like me! YOU LOOK LIKE ME!

W hoa... I say, standing at the attic door.

Ive not been up here for a few years, but its even messier than I remember. Bags and boxes are piled knee-deep across the floor and toys are scattered everywhere. There are broken bikes and a canoe tucked into the eaves, and I can just see the old sofa buried under a pile of blankets. Its a tip, but just standing in this dusty, untidy room makes me happy. This is where Rose and I used to play the best games that went on for hours.