This is a continuation of a story I started writing some time ago. If you’d like to read parts one and two, I have linked them below:
Jeremy was itching to go outside.
The previous Saturday he’d discovered a new part of the park that he’d never seen before. It was a deep hollow surrounded by yew and holly trees, with a small muddy puddle in the centre. He could imagine that the Lady of the Lake would reside in there, just waiting for him to come along so she could hand him Excalibur.
He wanted to continue exploring, but the weather had decided to thwart him.
The air had turned so thick with fog that you could practically eat it with a spoon.
He had a theory, that the weather knew when you had an important quest planned and deliberately tried to stop you from reaching your goal. Well, he was not prepared to let this little problem get in his way.
Jeremy ran upstairs into his father’s bedroom. His parents were playing with his little sister, Jennifer who was having a tea party for her dolls. She’d invited Jeremy too but he said he had something more important to do.
He opened the wardrobe where he knew the items he wanted were kept and within a few moments, he emerged, after making sure that there was a solid wall at the back of the wardrobe. He’d read The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S Lewis and so always made sure that there was no way into Narnia at the back of any of the wardrobes in the house. He’d checked them all at least three times. Jeremy pulled out the torchlight that his father used when they all went camping, it was on an elastic strap that you could wear around your head to keep your hands free. The other item he’d retrieved was his father’s green velvet dressing gown. If he was going to meet the Lady in the Lake, he had to make sure he looked the part and there was nothing he could think of that would make him look more worthy of receiving Excaliber than this particular garment. His Dad always looked very grand when he wore it.
So while the rest of his family were drinking their imaginary tea, Jeremy wrapped himself up green velvet, tying the arms around his neck, so that it looked like a cape, then he switched on the light on his head and stepped out into the thick fog.
The torchlight was just enough to follow the path, but the shadows of the trees either side of him appeared to loom, menacingly. Jeremy pushed through the yew trees at the far end of the park and was pleased to find his magical glade was still there.
Unfortunately, if the Lady of the Lake was impressed by his green velvet cape, she must have been scared away when Jeremy lost his balance and fell into the muddy puddle.
The murky water only came up to his knees, but it was very cold. Shivering he stood up and slowly made his way back home.
As he reached the cottage, his Mum and Dad were standing at the door.
“There he is! The little Rapscallion! What do you mean sneaking out of the house in this fog? Is that my favourite Dressing Gown?”
Try as his might, his parents just didn’t believe that the Lady in the Lake had pulled him in.
Jeremy’s adventures were severely curtailed for several weeks when his parents grounded him.