“There are two worlds, this one and another one, a land of fairies and trolls and magical beings. It is behinds us in revolution and so it is in a time period of what we would call the medieval age, but it has been like that forever. It is much more beautiful that this world I’m afraid to say, but it also has bad things in it. Years and years ago a baby boy was born into the darkest part of the land into the most horrible of families. He grew up and ended up killing his parents and becoming the most feared and horrible person in the fairy kingdom. And I was his cousin. But instead of turning evil like him I turned good, and so I was out casted, but I had friends who stayed. I always knew exactly what he would do next, even when I moved and went to live in Agentinia, the capital city of this world. And then to twins where born to the then Princess Camille, who ruled at that time. In this land, you do not have Queens or Kings, only Princesses and Princes. One child was called Rosalind, and the other Sophie. But princess Camille was scared for the baby called Sophie, as she saw the evil in Rosalind and her hatred for her twin. Then one day she walked into Sophie’s bedroom when the twins were only four and saw Rosalind standing over her with a knife saying that she was stealing all Camille’s love and poor Camille screamed. That night she took you and hid you somewhere she thought no one would find her. But that night someone killed Sophie, and still no one knows who. She pretended that you had fallen into a pond and drowned and no one questioned it, and you were forgotten. But before Rosalind became queen which she knew deep down would happen, she built a wall. A magical wall that trapped the Dark master inside. Rosalind grew up to be a devil in disguise. On the outside a kind person but on the inside, she was cruel. Hurting people and being horrible whenever she got the chance. Camille was out one day riding through a forest to escape Rosalind for a while when the dark master captured her and she was never seen again. Everyone thought she was dead but my friends told me that she was still alive; and she still is now. Rosalind became ruler and as she reigned the Dark master became steadily stronger. He started to attack the wall and now it is slowly being destroyed, and it is inching closer and closer to being destroyed. Now as you know, they think that only you can kill him and save them all.”
“Wow Grandma. That was a very unrealistic story.” I said doubtfully.
“It’s true though dear, it’s true.”
‘I’m afraid I don’t believe you Grandma. It’s just too fantastical for me. It was a good bedtime story though. Thank you.” I say sorrowfully.
“I knew you wouldn’t believe me.” She whispered to herself. “Well,” She said louder, “Good night Katie.”
“Good night Grandma.”
Her Gran left and she lay there staring up at the ceiling. She had said she did not believe Grandma but the way she had said it was like it was real. And would explain exactly the medieval people wandering around. Her Grandma had come into her room and just started speaking and she did not think her grandma could make up a story so intricate and though out as that in five minutes. “Please meet us here at this time tomorrow…” Jonathon had told her. She wasn’t sure if she would go. When he had asked her, she had been so angry but now that she had the story, made up or not, she wasn’t so sure anymore. She hoped that her Grandma had not scared them away in case she decided to go. She closed her eyes and rolled over, thinking it over and over in her head before falling asleep.
She woke up the next morning with the answer in her head. She would go. It seems that the saying that if your thinking of a question or something like that when you fall asleep you will have the answer when you wake up is true. She reached over from her bed and pulled open the curtains, flooding the room with light. She decided as she sat there staring outside that she did believe Gran. She got out of bed and went downstairs to apologize and tell her. There was a not taped to the fridge and she ripped it to off and read it. “Katie, your Grandad and I have gone out to do some chores together and we did not want to wake you. There are pancakes on top of the oven and some orange juice in the fridge. We will be back in the afternoon. Gran.” She stared at the note before putting it on the table and going to the oven and picking up her plate. She sat down at the table with and placed it in front of her. She thought back to yesterday and remembered that it must have been around 01:00pm when she went to the witch’s tree. It was around 09:15am right now so she had about four hours. More than enough time. She wondered what they would do when she got there. Would they take her to their world, if there even was one? She decided to be prepared and pack a rucksack with stuff that she might need. She stuck some pancake in her mouth and chewed slowly. Would she need a torch? Or some rope? She didn’t really know.
She finished breakfast, got up, and put her plate in the dishwasher. She went upstairs and put into her rucksack a spare change of warm clothes, a torch, a knife from the kitchen knife block which she wrapped in some spare cloth that she found in the linen closet, a coil of rope she found in a box in the spare room, a flint and steel set that she found while rummaging in her Grandad’s bedside table, a blanket that she found on the couch and a little box of crackers, cheese, some strawberries and a loaf of bread. That’s all I’ll really need she thought to herself.
It was twelve thirty and she picked up her rucksack and went out side, shutting the door behind her. She had left a note for her Grandma on her bed saying that she had gone to meet the people. Her Gran would know what she meant. She trudged across the meadow and reflected if this was actually a good idea. She might never see her Gran again. She shook her head mentally banishing the fear and kept going. She reached the part of the meadow where the witches tree was and walked even slower, the doubts coming back from banishment. The witches tree came into sight and she saw the four men standing in front of the tree. They stood there and then the first one ran at it and jumped. She gasped and covered her eyes expecting collision but the thump never came. She uncovered her eyes and peered around but he had disappeared into thin air. The next man ran at the tree but this time she watched. He launched himself at it but as his limbs touched it they went through what looked like the tree itself, but he never came out the other side. I gaped. The others followed suit and in the end, they were all gone and I just stood there speculating what had just happened.
I heard a car door slam in the distance and remembered that Gran and Grandad would be home now. I glanced at the tree one more time before running off back towards the cottage.