Pandora Park
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In Albany, New York, Mark hates getting dumped at the mall park while his mom shops. It’s so embarrassing! But Mark quickly changes his mind after he discovers a mysterious path leading to a magical forest.
In Bejing, China, Kelsie finds a similar path, and somehow, she meets Mark in the same magical world!
Now the two friends must work together to unravel the origins of Pandora Park. This wild adventure crosses the globe and is packed with magical powers, dragons, talking unicorns, and candy trees, on a roller coaster ride that never stops.
Piers Anthony
Piers Anthony is one of the world's most prolific and popular fantasy authors and a New York Times bestseller twenty-one times over. His Xanth novels, including Esrever Doom, Luck of the Draw, and Well-Tempered Clavicle, have been read and loved by millions of readers around the world. While he is best known for his science fiction and fantasy, Anthony incredibly versatile, having also written several novels in other genres, including historical fiction and horror. He lives in Central Florida.
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Pandora Park - Piers Anthony
Chapter 1:
Magic Path
Mom, I’m eleven years old,
Mark protested. I’m not a child any more. This is a kindergarten playground.
Her mouth formed a wry smile. Consider it a challenge. I’ll pick you up here in one hour; set your watch. Don’t leave the park.
He didn’t argue; that would merely provoke the standard lecture about responsibility. He set the bezel on his watch and obediently entered the mall park.
Mark was bored already. He knew from experience that Mom would use every minute of that hour, efficiently shopping in the mall. She was a well organized woman. So she was parking him here, to be out of her hair. He gazed at the slides, see-saws, swings, and climbing bars. Kid stuff. If only they’d had a good game terminal where he could go online for some real adventure!
He walked to a prominent statue with a plaque. It was a life-size model of a rather pretty girl about his age, holding an open box. Not that her appearance made any difference; even if she had been real, his folks said that he was too young to date. Maybe he was, but it still bothered him.
He read the plaque: The first woman, Pandora the All-Gifted, was given a precious box she was never to open until she married. But she was so curious that she opened it anyway, and all the evils of the world flew forth. She shut it immediately, but all that was left inside was Hope.
Well, now; this was interesting. He read farther: Thus Pandora’s Box came to mean a present that seems valuable, but is really a curse. Touch the empty box and maybe you will find Hope.
What the heck. Mark touched the box.
Something behind the statue caught his eye. It was a paved path curving into the brush. The only thing odd about it was that he could have sworn it hadn’t been there before. Was his hope for something interesting to do making him imagine it was magic? Where did it lead?
Mark had always been intrigued by paths. He wanted to know where every path went, just because it was there. He never lost his way on a path.
He circled the statue and followed the path. It wound around like a snake, leading to a forest he hadn’t realized was in the mall park. The trees were strange; he was no botanist, but these did not look like any local ones. They had twisted brown trunks and glossy dark green leaves, and some bore exotic fruits. This must be a special greenhouse garden where they kept unusual plants.
Very special. Mark halted beside a tree that bore what looked like chocolate balls. He hesitated barely a moment, then reached out to pick one. He tasted it.
Pure, sweet, milk chocolate.
What kind of tree grew chocolate? Mark knew that chocolate was refined from the cocoa plant, but this was something else.
Oh—it must be an artificial tree, a mock-up, with the chocolate balls stuck on. He might be messing up the show by eating the props.
He walked on. The path seemed endless; he almost wished he had a faster way to follow it, as he wanted to find its end and return before the hour was up. Mom had ways of making him sorry about being late. Maybe a bicycle.
How about a two-wheeler?
he said aloud, smiling.
Then he saw something not quite the same: a scooter. Not a regular one; this was the adult kind, with large wheels and a front basket. It was just leaning against a tree. There was a sign on it saying LENDING WHEELS. Well, that would do. He would borrow it, and return it to this place when he left.
He took the scooter, set it on the path, put his right foot on it, and pushed off with his left. He knew he should change feet often, so as not to tire himself.
The scooter rolled forward, maintaining a comfortable speed. This must be a downhill slant, so he could coast for a while. That was fine. He put his left foot on the edge of the platform beside his right and sailed effortlessly along. This must be a long slope.
He crossed an intersection as another path crossed his. He was curious about where that one went, in either direction, but decided to stay on the one he was on. Once he came to its end, he could return and follow the other. Meanwhile the scooter scooted on, needing no pushing.
Something nagged him. He applied the hand brakes, stopped, turned the scooter around, and gave it a push back the way he had come.
It moved along as before, downhill.
This thing was coasting in both directions! Which was of course impossible.
He stopped it, turned it around, and resumed forward motion, coasting. He tried to figure out how it could be doing this. There was no motor; it was a simple machine. There was no wind. So what made it go?
A word came to him: magic. Could this be a magic scooter, or maybe a magic path? Sure, he knew magic didn’t exist outside of fantasy books and movies, but this was not the first odd thing about this scene. Maybe it would be easier just to call it magic, until he figured out what was really going on. The magic path.
He crossed another intersection. There was a real network of paths here! He hoped to explore them all, in time. Maybe not today, but there would be other days. Mom shopped here every week.
Funny that there was no one else here. He would have liked to compare notes on this odd region.
Then he heard something. It sounded like, well, someone crying. That was at least the third odd thing.
The sound got louder as he coasted forward. Then he came to a fork in the path. A little way down the right fork was a huddled figure. It looked like a girl, in a blouse and skirt. No, it couldn’t be Pandora! She was just a story.
Mark halted the scooter, leaned it against a tree, and walked up to the girl. She looked to be about his age, or a year or so younger. Hello,
he said cautiously.
She jumped. She gazed at him with her tear-stained face. She looked Asian and cute. Oh! I didn’t see you.
I’m Mark. I heard you—well, is there something wrong? Any way I can help?
I’m Kelsie.
That wasn’t it exactly, but that was the way he heard it. I’m lost.
Mark smiled. As it happens, I’m good at finding my way, and at remembering my route. It is sort of a maze. I can guide you out of here.
She gazed at him somewhat warily. Do you mean it?
Sure I mean it! I know the way perfectly.
Kelsie paused a moment more, and he realized that maybe he hadn’t answered quite the question she meant. Some boys liked to pick on girls when they had the chance. He didn’t know how to reassure her about that, so he didn’t try. I’ll show you.
He turned the scooter around.
Then he realized that there was another problem. She would not be able to keep up with him by foot unless he really poked along. Uh, maybe you can use the scooter. It’s magic; it’s always coasting downhill.
She shook her head. I never saw one of those before.
Which meant she would be clumsy on it. Maybe I can find something else for you. I’m good at finding things. What can you use?
Use?
To ride on, so you can go fast. A bicycle?
She nodded, understanding. Skates.
Well, that would do. Skates,
he agreed. He looked around—and spied a pair of skates. There.
He went to pick them up. And paused, disgusted.
They were ice skates. Useless on this paved walk.
Kelsie took them from his hand. She touched their blades and felt inside. I wonder.
She sat down and started putting them on.
But you can’t skate here. Those aren’t roller skates.
This is a funny place. I saw some things that seemed like magic. Maybe these are magic skates.
"Kelsie, they’re ice skates! It’s impossible. You’ll fall on your face."
They fit perfectly.
She fastened the Velcro and got to her feet.
But—
She pushed off and skated across the path. She turned and skated back. Mark just stood there with his mouth open.
Magic,
she said. Like your scooter.
He closed his mouth. Magic—like my scooter,
he echoed. It did make sense in its fashion.
They set off down the path. Kelsie not only skated, she was good at it. She readily kept pace with him, and her motions were smooth and easy. These are perfect,
she said. Thank you.
You’re welcome,
he said faintly. This truly was a magic path. The scooter might have had some sensible explanation, but the skates—magic was the only thing.
They crossed one intersection, and another. Mark didn’t hesitate; he knew the way. The path didn’t exist that could confuse him about directions.
Soon they were back at his entrance path. They stopped, and he leaned the scooter against a tree while she exchanged the skates for her regular shoes,