Putting the leaves down, they changed to a muddy dark brown, and felt crisply brittle. Intrigued, they scooped them up, and again, fizzy flecks tickled their fingers.
An utterly befuddled-looking Megan said speculatively. ‘This must happen too protect itself from non-believers. We’ll have to find a hidey-hole for them, as Mum or Dad might think they’re old leaves from the back garden and throw them away,’ she then carefully replaced the leaves back on to the cluttered shelf of the bookcase.
While Lucy toyed with Abraxus on the bed, Megan wandered over and looked at her set of Fairy figurines and other creatures that she loved so much, and thought privately about Princess Blossom.
Although there were other children who believed in Magic, the Princess had known instantly, just how much she truly believed in them all and would be the child to rescue her.
She felt her heart lift and her eyes twinkled: she knew that it would no longer matter if anyone at school called her nasty names; she had magical friends and those malicious children who taunted her would never know.
Dear old Megan secretly smiled to herself: she realised whilst she was The Fairy Key, she knew that even if she weren’t, and even though she was sometimes lonely, she would, as she always had been, still be special.
Lucy then joined her, to talk about the battle with Abraxus, the super adventure they had had within The Enchanted Kingdom, and what frolicking fun they would have when they returned.
THE END
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