The Key and the Broken Wing by Jessabell Tales
Ffrith Le Firth
The Key and the Broken Wing
by
Jessabell Tales
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PUBLISHED BY:
Ffrith Le Firth:
The Key and the Broken Wing
Copyright © 2011 by Jessabell Tales
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Ffrith Le Firth:
The Key and the Broken Wing
“ This book is Dedicated to my Family and friends especially those who aren’t with me any more,”
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Prologue
In the grave yard, yet on a damp and murky day a wooden coffin lay on the ground. Many people had gathered around the coffin, dressed in black.
Tall, short, thin and fat these people looked like they had wings on their backs. As the minister began to say the last phrase all of the butterflies threw white roses onto the coffin.
“Can I stay behind?” The young women asked her parents. Both of them held her hands.
“We have to go, the minister will finish laying the flowers,” her mother cried.
“I want to say goodbye,” she tugged her parent’s hands.
“We have said goodbye to Uncle Cherrome. Come on lets go get some food,” her father mumbled.
“But!”
“But I will sort Uncle Chrome’s Coffin,” the minister shook her mother and fathers hand.
Later that day when the flowers had been laid across the coffin, two figures stood next to the coffin.
“Where is the key? I can’t find it,” Kimberley went on her knees and started to lift the flowers.
“I don’t know. Perhaps we have to price it open,” he laughed.
“No, I am not looking at the butterfly,” Kimberley shook the bits of flower that had stuck to her fingers.
“Shush, lets hide she’s coming back,” he said.
“Oh, no, It’s Jezzabell,” Kimberley held his hand and they hid behind the between the patch of clover and dandelion heads.
Jezzabell, the same young women who did not have the chance to say goodbye to her uncle sat down next to the coffin. She pulled her own white wings off her back, pulled out a long piece of white ribbon. She tied the left wing onto the ribbon and wound the ribbon around the coffin. She did the same thing for the other wing and then she tied the remaining piece of ribbon into a bow.
“Good bye Uncle Cherrome,” she cried. The wings began to flutter up and down, in and out and then, the coffin began to rise.
“She’s taking our key away from us,” Kimberley whispered.
“Watch, it is the old trick. The one where every butterfly has no more secrets. He must have kept it to himself.” Krome explained.
The Coffin lifted into the air and a cloud hovered towards the earth. Jezzabell watched the cloud cover the coffin.
The sky turned black and it began to thunder. Lightning struck the cloud that had gobbled up her uncle’s coffin. Something fell onto her hair and it landed into her hands.
“The key, it”, Krome was about to jump out of the Dandelions when Kimberley pulled him back.
“Wait,” she hissed.
The key that lay in Jezzabell’s hand started to shrink. Its golden colour faded into black and white.
“Where? Why did you eat the Poison Ivy, Uncle", Jezzabell spoke aloud. But the key would not answer her, it just carried on shrinking.
Krome could not wait any longer and he jumped out of the dandelions.
“Give me that key,” he demanded.
Jezzabell stood up; she clenched the small key in her right hand.
“This belongs to me, not you!” she snapped.
“Krome, leave her,” Kimberley walked towards them.
“I want the Ivy,” he stepped towards Jezzabell.
“Krome, Jezzabell stood back against the stone. “Why should I give it to you? You’re not related to him,” she spoke. Krome grabbed hold of her left arm and he forced her clenched fist open.
“No!” Kimberley squealed. The church bells began to ring. Krome put his hands over his ears; he pushed her to the ground. He Fluttered above her. Every second that Jezzabell looked up at him, he dived towards the small Key. Jezzabell ducked, she stood up. He dived towards her again and she ran in to the clover leafs. As she sat down, the patch of leafs started to cover her.
Krome blew heavily onto the ground above her. She was no longer covered with clover leafs. Jezzabell looked at the hand that held the key. The key that had shrunk in her hand left a black imprint of the key. She touched the key but it didn’t move.
“It knows me,” she said.
“You don’t know what you have done!” Kimberley shook her head in disappointment.
“What have I done? I had to send my Uncle away,” Jezzabell’s voice echoed around the yard.
Krome swooped down towards Jezzabell and Kimberley stood over her. His antlers touched Kimberley’s hair and she began to fly away from the yard.
“Come on!”
“She’s not worth it,” Kimberley flew around her. Krome flew around her several times. All of a sudden lightning struck the ground, which covered them in a bright light.
“Jezzabell, Jezzabell,” she woke up listening to the clouds rumble. She stood up and looked at her hand. There was no key, no mark or ridge on her hand that suggested she had a key in her hand. It seemed to have disappeared by itself.
“Time for home,” she grumbled at her watch and she wandered out of the yard.