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The Lady Of The Forest - Kelsie

Hello readers. My name is Kelsie. Would you like to do my story walk? I will guide you through Lady's Combe.
My story is a mix of emotions which includes a magical fairy, a slave driver and three cute beagle puppies.
Read my story, feel the emotions that I went through when I walked this walk and most important of all, have FUN!
 
Chapter one

The Lady Of The Forest

“The story goes like this,” Mother Fairy said to her eager, young children.
“Children please be sensible, we are going to take these funny humans through our story in the woods. We will look after them and entertain them and maybe even go on an adventure together.”
“Right, is everybody ready? Then I shall begin”
One freezing cold winters evening (when I was round about seven years old) I was sleeping soundly in my oak tree, beside the woodland car park. Suddenly a fat, ugly, snorting beast came and started tearing the juicy green leaves off of my home. It shook my lovely little tree continuously from side to side; I tossed and turned, until in the end I had enough. I flew down the wooden oak steps and lit the fire to cook my breakfast.
Back then we did not have ovens and things; we had to cook over a roaring fire.
I toasted my leaves and sat down at the table.
Once my leaves were nice and crispy I gently spread the thick whortleberry jam over the top and tentatively nibbled until I had finished. You see at six years old all fairies fly the nest and depart from their parents; they have to learn to manage on their own until they find a partner and live happily to their fate.
 
Chapter two

Alone And Scared


Chapter 2: Alone and scared.
After I had washed up my plate I fluttered back upstairs and into the nursery.
I took my toys out of the cupboard and started to play.
In my imagination, my small hazel doll came alive and took a ride on her little home-made moorland pony.
My doll rode the pony all the way to Beauty and the Beast's wedding.
I was playing happily when all of a sudden a dark silhouette ran creepily across the back wall of the play room.
Personally, I just thought it was the sun coming up between the branches of the tree outside my house.
Just at that moment I felt a cold hand grasp my hips, the second hand covering my mouth. I could not breathe. I was lifted off the ground and carried out of my dear home.
I kicked and wriggled, fought and flailed, until I was so tired I just couldn't argue any longer.
All the lactic acid in my body was drained and my energy had disappeared into thin air. In the end I just let this stranger take me away.
The terrifying journey was just getting worse and worse.
I was chucked in the back of a real life horse and cart and was driven away into the middle of nowhere.
The carriage stopped abruptly and I was hauled out into a holly bush house. The house was dark and let no light in. It was rather big and I was not able to touch the sides because the leaves would sink into my soft and pink, delicate and smooth skin.
Inside, I was tied to a chair with a long piece of willow.
“What do you want with me?” I asked my capturer in a very meek and small voice.
“I want you, you will be my slave and I will make you do all my chores. If you don't I will feed you to the dogs”!
Goodness, my life, it was turning upside down.
 
Chapter three

Slavery

Chapter 3: Slavery

My master (as he wanted me to call him) demanded I started my work straight away. I slumped outside and started to split the logs with a newly sharpened axe. My shoulders ached, my fingers had red raw blisters on them and worst of all my brand new lilac flowery dress was torn!!!
I chopped the wood and lugged them inside. I was rather tired and desperately needed a drink, but there was no chance of one of them.
After that I went inside and began to wash the revoltingly dirty dishes. I had been washing for ages and thought I at least deserved a little rest.
I stopped for a few minutes, catching my breath.
Suddenly, a huge snake like whip hit my skin.
I let out a little whimper causing the rope to come back again.

“GET ON WITH IT!” demanded my master, whilst holding the whip high above his head. Luckily it did not come back down.
Frustrated and tired, lonely and in pain I finished my days work.
Days, weeks and even months went by.
It was plain torture living where I did. I missed my old home; I had nothing to use to tend to my wounds.
My sores became infected and dirty and there was nothing I could do about it.
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Chapter four

Fairy Magic


When I went to bed one night I decided I had had enough.
I was going to run away…
I took the few things I had end put them carefully into a leafy bag and set off into the woods.
On the outside I was confident but on the inside I felt small and meek.
I walked for hours, I could have sworn I was going in circles.
My heart was thumping hard and my brain was throbbing inside my head.
All of a sudden huge, thick dagger like pellets rained down from every direction… no wait it was not rain it was glitter.

The shining, sparkling and shimmering fairy dust slithered underneath my sodden body and carried me to safety.
The glitter took me through the woodlands, weaving between every standing tree in the forest.
I was rushing through the sky at high speed. It was almost like I was riding on a magic carpet.
The carpet floated to a halt and I gently slipped off and slowly explored my surroundings.
There were little brown creatures sitting up on the swaying trees watching me from above.
The leaves lightly blew around my ankles and the whortleberries grew up bright and purple. It was a land of graceful heaven.
 
Chapter five

The Cure

After a while I came across a birch tree with a funny sticky out ball that hung on the end of it. According to my woodland guide book that was in my bag, it was called an Epicormic growth. It said that birch trees with them on are trying to rid of a disease within them. Can you see it on the right?
I opened the woven birch door and stepped inside.
The more I looked around, the more I warmed to the place.
In the kitchen there were racks of plates and bowls hanging securely on the cream painted walls. Transparent wine glasses stood neatly in order on the window sills.
In the next room a ruby red arm sofa stood beside a well varnished book case.
Upstairs there were three bedrooms, each with e double four poster bed, a chest of draws, a wardrobe and mirror and a separate bathroom.
No-one was about so I decided I would stay there for a night or two.
I found a huge, white, fluffy towel in the airing cupboard; I took it into the bathroom and ran the taps for a nice hot bath.
Once the water was warm I slipped into it, wincing when my wounds hit the liquid.
I rubbed the lavender smelling soap into my long golden hair; untangling my hair was a struggle since it had not been washed for quite a long time and I had been roaming in the woods for most of the day.
Gently, I smothered myself with the towel, being careful not to wipe my wounds.
Then suddenly I realised I could not actually feel them.
They had totally disappeared; it must have been that soothing lavender soap.
I wrapped myself in a pure white robe and headed for the biggest master bedroom.
I changed into a pair of fluffy pyjamas and went down stairs to the kitchen.
I prepared myself some holly berry pudding and sat in front of the blazing fire.

After a few nights in this lovely new home I felt a need to go back to my old house.
I started flying back to where my adventure began. I found my dear home in a relatively good condition however the door was hanging off its hinges and the hand sewed curtains were billowing in the wind.
I fluttered upstairs into the old nursery and nesting in my moorland pony's tatty mane was two innocent little Beagle puppies. They were curled up next to each other groaning softly.
I whisked them up into my warm duvet. Slowly but surely the furry little creatures opened their transparent glassy eyes.
They raised their heads and suddenly jumped up and started chasing after me, biting my toes playfully.
Once I had worn them out I watched them fall asleep and I knew we were going to be friends for life…
 
Chapter six

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