Detective stories
by 2a Liceo Scientifico
IIS Baruffi Ceva
a.s. 2020-2021
IIS Baruffi Ceva
a.s. 2020-2021
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This is the beginning of a curious adventure... You are going to read about royals, mysterous detectives strange cases and jump from one place of the world to another...Want to find out something more?
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This is the beginning of a curious adventure... You are going to read about royals, mysterous detectives strange cases and jump from one place of the world to another...Want to find out something more?
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Here we begin...
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CHAPTER 1
Justice served on a Royal Plate
Edited and written by Aya Tajeddine
It was a rainy Sunday. None was crossing the wet streets or contemplating the cloudy and foggy sky of the 3rd November 1887 in that sad but yet cozy Kingdom of Prussia, except for one person, the Queen.
She was an old soul trapped in that plain and whitish body, she hoped for freedom, to escape from that hard and hopeless life of her. With her crystal blue eyes and brown hair she could get anything from anyone, as well as with her powers as The Queen Catherine.
On that day nothing seemed normal: rain and sun were dominating the bloody garden of her castle in Moscow, white roses were cold and red painted with a colour sprinkled on those innocent little flowers, the air smelled of cold and damp paper of the most famous and beautiful literary novels.
Catherine was crying the most desperate tears that have ever felt down from her eyes: disappeared three days ago, her son was found lying on the ground helpless, as if he was waiting for the dawn of a new day, but that will never come.
"I promise you my dear, my dear son Felix, I will find out who did all this to you. I will have revenge, And so you." cried the woman desperately exhausted by the pain that was afflicting her heart. She promised him, and that's what she did next, but this is what you will find out later, my reader.
The Queen and all the people in the castle attended the funeral. Catherine was not crying. She wasn't allowed to cry in front of the ordinary people of the castle and the kingdom. She hated that but she couldn't change the rules.
She was an old soul trapped in that plain and whitish body, she hoped for freedom, to escape from that hard and hopeless life of her. With her crystal blue eyes and brown hair she could get anything from anyone, as well as with her powers as The Queen Catherine.
On that day nothing seemed normal: rain and sun were dominating the bloody garden of her castle in Moscow, white roses were cold and red painted with a colour sprinkled on those innocent little flowers, the air smelled of cold and damp paper of the most famous and beautiful literary novels.
Catherine was crying the most desperate tears that have ever felt down from her eyes: disappeared three days ago, her son was found lying on the ground helpless, as if he was waiting for the dawn of a new day, but that will never come.
"I promise you my dear, my dear son Felix, I will find out who did all this to you. I will have revenge, And so you." cried the woman desperately exhausted by the pain that was afflicting her heart. She promised him, and that's what she did next, but this is what you will find out later, my reader.
The Queen and all the people in the castle attended the funeral. Catherine was not crying. She wasn't allowed to cry in front of the ordinary people of the castle and the kingdom. She hated that but she couldn't change the rules.
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It was a rainy Sunday. None was crossing the wet streets or contemplating the cloudy and foggy sky of the 3rd November 1887 in that sad but yet cozy Kingdom of Prussia, except for one person, the Queen.
She was an old soul trapped in that plain and whitish body, she hoped for freedom, to escape from that hard and hopeless life of her. With her crystal blue eyes and brown hair she could get anything from anyone, as well as with her powers as The Queen Catherine.
On that day nothing seemed normal: rain and sun were dominating the bloody garden of her castle in Moscow, white roses were cold and red painted with a colour sprinkled on those innocent little flowers, the air smelled of cold and damp paper of the most famous and beautiful literary novels.
Catherine was crying the most desperate tears that have ever felt down from her eyes: disappeared three days ago, her son was found lying on the ground helpless, as if he was waiting for the dawn of a new day, but that will never come.
"I promise you my dear, my dear son Felix, I will find out who did all this to you. I will have revenge, And so you." cried the woman desperately exhausted by the pain that was afflicting her heart. She promised him, and that's what she did next, but this is what you will find out later, my reader.
The Queen and all the people in the castle attended the funeral. Catherine was not crying. She wasn't allowed to cry in front of the ordinary people of the castle and the kingdom. She hated that but she couldn't change the rules.
She was an old soul trapped in that plain and whitish body, she hoped for freedom, to escape from that hard and hopeless life of her. With her crystal blue eyes and brown hair she could get anything from anyone, as well as with her powers as The Queen Catherine.
On that day nothing seemed normal: rain and sun were dominating the bloody garden of her castle in Moscow, white roses were cold and red painted with a colour sprinkled on those innocent little flowers, the air smelled of cold and damp paper of the most famous and beautiful literary novels.
Catherine was crying the most desperate tears that have ever felt down from her eyes: disappeared three days ago, her son was found lying on the ground helpless, as if he was waiting for the dawn of a new day, but that will never come.
"I promise you my dear, my dear son Felix, I will find out who did all this to you. I will have revenge, And so you." cried the woman desperately exhausted by the pain that was afflicting her heart. She promised him, and that's what she did next, but this is what you will find out later, my reader.
The Queen and all the people in the castle attended the funeral. Catherine was not crying. She wasn't allowed to cry in front of the ordinary people of the castle and the kingdom. She hated that but she couldn't change the rules.
There were perhaps 400 or 500 people in the crowd, behind the coffin of Felix, or at least, Felix’s body. It was black such as the black of ashes from fireplaces that leave their trail right after burning a brownish wood.
The funeral ended with the last King’s speech. It did not last long, as the Queen had expected.
"Felix is buried, and the people are gone" said The Queen's grandmother "you should be crying right now, do not feel forbidden to do so"
Catherine didn't say anything, she was just staring at her with menacing eyes, or that's just what the grandmother thought of her granddaughter's sight on her.
"Thank you" said the Queen. Nothing else.
When the evening came the Queen was finally able to talk and let off steam with her King, The King Seamus.
"My dear Queen, I know that this is hard for you, I know that you're in pain and so I am too, but Death is the only promise that we have in this meaningless life" whispered The King
The Queen was still silent.
She neither slept that night, nor that week. She seemed tired but everytime she closed her eyes, she could see her son asking for help.
Her grandmother, Arya, came to see her again, after a few weeks.
" how do you feel?" she asked
"I can't eat, I can't sleep and live anymore without Felix" said Catherine.
"I can feel what you feel right now, I know the pain, it will not go away but it will become much less. I lost a relative too at a young age. It was my father, he was a great warrior and he got killed by a rival enemy in a battlefield" her grandmother started to cry.
They hugged each other, it was all they needed at that moment.
Arya was furious ' who could have done that, who' was thinking the old woman.
After some thoughts, eventually she wrote a letter to a detective, an unofficial one, to help them; she made an appointment at Rodney's theatre.
Mr.Knights arrived at the appointment with The Queen's grandmother, he was a tall, good looking man; he had grey eyes like melted silver, dark brown hair and a sharp nose. He was nearly the same age as Catherine.
" thank you for your time, you know what happened, it's on all the newspapers; what you have to do is just to find out about the murder." said straightaway Arya.
"with all due respect, I will do everything to solve this endless case. Bye mrs. Arya''
"bye."
He returned home.
The next morning, mr. Knights went straight to the place of crime, the Royal Castle’s garden.
It was still covered with blood in some parts of it, but the detective did not care.
He was looking for clues which could help him to solve that case, when the Queen saw him.
“ sorry for bothering you, I’m doing a job commissioned by The Grandmother”
“no, feel free to do all you need to do, I know what’s going on” responded the Queen.
He found something. It was a knife. “ I need to examine this” he went to a laboratory in his friends' house and they found out it was a knife from the castle’s kitchen. There were signs of a brand on that “royal knife”. At this point There were three suspects: the mother; the royal scribe, who was the first one who saw and announced the death of Felix to Queen Catherine and the royals; and the King Seasmus.
After some thoughts, eventually she wrote a letter to a detective, an unofficial one, to help them; she made an appointment at Rodney's theatre.
Mr.Knights arrived at the appointment with The Queen's grandmother, he was a tall, good looking man; he had grey eyes like melted silver, dark brown hair and a sharp nose. He was nearly the same age as Catherine.
" thank you for your time, you know what happened, it's on all the newspapers; what you have to do is just to find out about the murder." said straightaway Arya.
"with all due respect, I will do everything to solve this endless case. Bye mrs. Arya''
"bye."
He returned home.
The next morning, mr. Knights went straight to the place of crime, the Royal Castle’s garden.
It was still covered with blood in some parts of it, but the detective did not care.
He was looking for clues which could help him to solve that case, when the Queen saw him.
“ sorry for bothering you, I’m doing a job commissioned by The Grandmother”
“no, feel free to do all you need to do, I know what’s going on” responded the Queen.
He found something. It was a knife. “ I need to examine this” he went to a laboratory in his friends' house and they found out it was a knife from the castle’s kitchen. There were signs of a brand on that “royal knife”. At this point There were three suspects: the mother; the royal scribe, who was the first one who saw and announced the death of Felix to Queen Catherine and the royals; and the King Seasmus.
Arya was furious ' who could have done that, who' was thinking the old woman.
After some thoughts, eventually she wrote a letter to a detective, an unofficial one, to help them; she made an appointment at Rodney's theatre.
Mr.Knights arrived at the appointment with The Queen's grandmother, he was a tall, good looking man; he had grey eyes like melted silver, dark brown hair and a sharp nose. He was nearly the same age as Catherine.
" thank you for your time, you know what happened, it's on all the newspapers; what you have to do is just to find out about the murder." said straightaway Arya.
"with all due respect, I will do everything to solve this endless case. Bye mrs. Arya''
"bye."
He returned home.
The next morning, mr. Knights went straight to the place of crime, the Royal Castle’s garden.
It was still covered with blood in some parts of it, but the detective did not care.
He was looking for clues which could help him to solve that case, when the Queen saw him.
“ sorry for bothering you, I’m doing a job commissioned by The Grandmother”
“no, feel free to do all you need to do, I know what’s going on” responded the Queen.
He found something. It was a knife. “ I need to examine this” he went to a laboratory in his friends' house and they found out it was a knife from the castle’s kitchen. There were signs of a brand on that “royal knife”. At this point There were three suspects: the mother; the royal scribe, who was the first one who saw and announced the death of Felix to Queen Catherine and the royals; and the King Seasmus.
After some thoughts, eventually she wrote a letter to a detective, an unofficial one, to help them; she made an appointment at Rodney's theatre.
Mr.Knights arrived at the appointment with The Queen's grandmother, he was a tall, good looking man; he had grey eyes like melted silver, dark brown hair and a sharp nose. He was nearly the same age as Catherine.
" thank you for your time, you know what happened, it's on all the newspapers; what you have to do is just to find out about the murder." said straightaway Arya.
"with all due respect, I will do everything to solve this endless case. Bye mrs. Arya''
"bye."
He returned home.
The next morning, mr. Knights went straight to the place of crime, the Royal Castle’s garden.
It was still covered with blood in some parts of it, but the detective did not care.
He was looking for clues which could help him to solve that case, when the Queen saw him.
“ sorry for bothering you, I’m doing a job commissioned by The Grandmother”
“no, feel free to do all you need to do, I know what’s going on” responded the Queen.
He found something. It was a knife. “ I need to examine this” he went to a laboratory in his friends' house and they found out it was a knife from the castle’s kitchen. There were signs of a brand on that “royal knife”. At this point There were three suspects: the mother; the royal scribe, who was the first one who saw and announced the death of Felix to Queen Catherine and the royals; and the King Seasmus.
The mother was puzzled. That meant that the killer is still in the castle or somewhere around it.
“I don’t trust anyone when I'm working so please King can you let me search in your room?” asked the detective when he arrived at the royal room.
The king was upset “of course you can but don’t try to steal anything".
Eventually he didn’t find anything against the King and got out of the castle.
“I’m wondering,” said mr. Knights when he got home “ why someone had to kill the queen’s son and not her: she has the power, not him“.
The winter solstice arrived and the Queen was ready to organize a masquerade ball at the castle.
“I need to make new things, my son has died but not me” she announced to the people of the kingdom. She organized everything for that ball, and everyone was there, even her husband, The King. There were lots of charming dresses and picturesque masks, but hers was the best among all of them.
Mr. Kights, the detective, wasn’t there; he was still looking for Felix’s killer. After looking for clues in the castle he found a piece of a letter on the ground ‘the King, my love duchess Lia’ said that letter; he took it at home.
“ I know now I Know!” he shouted “How a coward, this King he cheated on the Queen! He stole all the money and he wants to make the Duchess Lia the new Queen” He said “ Felix found out about his betrayer stepfather and that’s why he killed the poor son”. The detective found out that that was a piece of an unsent letter to the Duchess Lia where the King explained that he is ready to kill the Queen and leave the throne to his mistress. When the letter got into Felix's hands he was running to tell everything to his mother, but at that moment the King killed him in the garden. That disgusting garden.
“I don’t trust anyone when I'm working so please King can you let me search in your room?” asked the detective when he arrived at the royal room.
The king was upset “of course you can but don’t try to steal anything".
Eventually he didn’t find anything against the King and got out of the castle.
“I’m wondering,” said mr. Knights when he got home “ why someone had to kill the queen’s son and not her: she has the power, not him“.
The winter solstice arrived and the Queen was ready to organize a masquerade ball at the castle.
“I need to make new things, my son has died but not me” she announced to the people of the kingdom. She organized everything for that ball, and everyone was there, even her husband, The King. There were lots of charming dresses and picturesque masks, but hers was the best among all of them.
Mr. Kights, the detective, wasn’t there; he was still looking for Felix’s killer. After looking for clues in the castle he found a piece of a letter on the ground ‘the King, my love duchess Lia’ said that letter; he took it at home.
“ I know now I Know!” he shouted “How a coward, this King he cheated on the Queen! He stole all the money and he wants to make the Duchess Lia the new Queen” He said “ Felix found out about his betrayer stepfather and that’s why he killed the poor son”. The detective found out that that was a piece of an unsent letter to the Duchess Lia where the King explained that he is ready to kill the Queen and leave the throne to his mistress. When the letter got into Felix's hands he was running to tell everything to his mother, but at that moment the King killed him in the garden. That disgusting garden.