The Secret Room

Megan sighed wistfully. Her father had gone off to war and her mother had evacuated her. She had been sent, apparently, to a beautiful, medieval and colossal kingdom in Birmingham that her grandmother owned.  But when she reached her destination, all she found was a dusty, crooked and run down shack in the middle of a magical wood! She knocked at the front door. Nothing. She knocked again. Then, there was a humongous gust of wind and the battered door swung off it’s hinges, flew in the air and blew up! She hesitated, then went inside. From what it looked like on the outside, it was nothing like the inside. Oh no. It was like a mansion, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, that was about 89 foot high, tapestries with men on horse back, knights killing dragons and a beautiful wood with unicorns dancing and playing on the wall. Just then an older lady, with fluorescent white hair, stepped out in front of Megan.
“Hello, dear,” she said with a soft and gentle tone. “Welcome.”
“Hello…. grandmother,” Megan stuttered, nervously.
“Hello, now I have some rules. 1. you are under no circumstances allowed in the kitchen. 2. you are no way allowed in the secret room.”
“The secret room?” interrupted Megan curiously.
“Enough about that now dear,” her grandmother said sternly.
The rules went on for hours.
One day, when Megan was pretending to go to her room,  she came across a handle in the stairs. It was in the shape of a chandelier, she heard her grandmother’s footsteps, and hauled it open. Megan climbed in and looked round. What she saw before her was a mystery. It was a small, rounded room, with a old and dusty grand piano, bookshelves piled high with books and it was like a secret library. She looked at the wall that had a circular mirror in the shape of a large amulet with two pieces of slate next to it. One piece of slate nearest to the mirror had a story about a prince being transformed into a dragon. The second one was in Latin so she could sort of read it, it looked like a type of spell to her.
She read the spell out loud and it said:
Dragon gleam and grow, let your fire be bright,
Change this naughty boy from darkness into light.
“Weird,” thought Megan.
She read the story and discovered that a prince had been transformed into a dragon because he had seriously disobeyed the queen, his mother, and only an amulet of gold and silver could release him from the spell. There was a wooden cabinet beneath the mirror and when she looked down at it, she saw a silver chain. She picked it up and it felt like dragon scales. She heard a heavy breathing behind her. She spun round and saw that a dark blue dragon with spikes up its back was hissing madly at her. Around his neck was the most beautiful golden amulet she had ever seen. It had a red pearl in the middle with a curling dark blue dragon around it. It shook its neck and the amulet fell off. He backed away to let her pick it up. She picked it up and reattached it to its chain. The dragon pointed to the spell, she knew what she had to do. She read the spell with the amulet around the dragon’s neck. As soon as she had finished, the dragon got lifted up into the air by a whirlwind and was spinning right round in circles. When he landed he was a young prince with dark blue robes and dark black hair.
“Hello,” he said, “Thank you for saving me.”
“That’s fine,” said Megan sighing deeply, “You must come and meet my grandmother.”
They both laughed heartily and left the secret room hand in hand.