Ffrith Le Firth
The Key and the Broken Wing
3rd Edition (March 2012)
By
Jessabell Tales
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PUBLISHED BY:
Jessabell Tales
Ffrith Le Firth:
The Key and the Broken Wing
Copyright © 2012 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 anymore.”
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Prologue
In the grave yard and 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! I he never walked into the cloud. He needs to go to heaven” she said.
“Jezzabell, your Uncle is in heaven. Just because his coffin hasn’t grown wings it doesn’t mean he’s not in heaven. The minister will make sure that he stays on the ground,” her mother pulled her away from the Coffin.
“The ground! We are butterflies a not human, every butterfly needs to pass into heaven by flying into the cloud,” Jezzabell stated. She let go of her mother’s hand and ran into the tall minister. The minister looked down at her white tears. She stepped back and headed towards the coffin.
“Uncle Cherrome is happy to see you here at his funeral, He doesn’t need to fly, remember the poison ivy he bought to us. ” the minister let go of Jezzabell and her parent ran back over to her. The minister shook her mother and fathers hand. Jezzabell just starred at the coffin.
“There are sandwiches’ inside the church. We should eat before we faint,” the minister said. Jezzabell turned towards the path and watched the other members of the family disappear into the church.
“Ok,” Jezzabell wandered down the path.
“What will happen to the poison Ivy?” the minister asked her father.
“I don’t know. Perhaps it will stay in him,” her father replied.
“The poison should never have been released. It was a huge mistake Cherrome made. He should not have made the poison at this stage,” her mother shook her head.
“The poison could have been used to kills us,” her father spoke.
“It was only meant to keep the idiot Krome and his ally away from earth,” her mother sighed.
“And now all of us are on earth. A place where our mysterious wonders are mingled with everyday life, he stood at the open arch way “Cherrome was stupid to mix the ivy with bees,” her father muttered.
“Uncle Cherrome was a great uncle,” Jezzabell stormed into the church.
“She is a butterfly with tantrums,” the Minister laughed.
“Nah, she is just a teenager,” her mother whispered.
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 said. They hid in the patch of clover and dandelion heads.
Jezzabell, the same young woman 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, and took out a long piece of white ribbon from her black shirt pocket. 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.
“She is releasing the key to the poison ivy,” Krome eyes lit up.
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 the one and only cloud started to rumble. Lightning struck the cloud that had gobbled up her uncle’s coffin. Something fell onto her hair, she pulled it away from the top of her parting and the white key started to flutter around her head. She jumped up and caught it in her right hand.
“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.
“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 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 Jezzabell to the ground. He Fluttered above her. Every second that Jezzabell looked up at him, he dived towards the small Key that lay in her hand. 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. 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 smiled.
“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 above them.
“Come on!”
“She’s not worth it,” Kimberley flew around her. Krome flew around Jezzabell several times. As he dived towards her a flash of lightning struck the ground. He was about to grab Jezzabell’s waist when all of a sudden a white mist covered them all.
“I can’t see her,” Krome shouted.
“Here, she’s temporary blinded you with fog, let’s go before the others come. If they see us they will hunt us, “Kimberley’s voiced drifted away from the foggy yard.
“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. She shook her hand in disbelieve and looked at the stone.
“It’s gone,” she grumbled. The mist began to fly out of the yard. She could see the other butterflies stepping out of the church.
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