The Nanny

Enter a world of fantasy, magic and suspense.  A world where anything is possible – where anything can happen…

“That day was unusually windy.”  She took a sip of the hot brew before putting it back in its saucer.  “Fog covered most of the ground and you could not see the beauty of the gardens it was so foggy.”

“Of course,” she continued, “this particular day was a sad one.  If the eye were to travel way up to the topmost tower and peer through tiny stained glass windows, they would see that sadness seeping out beneath the windows.  You could feel the tension on your skin it was so thick.”  She shuddered as she got up and tucked the blankets under his chin.  He snuggled deeper within the pillows as he listened.


“So where are they now and how come you’re here and they’re not?”  he asked.  His nanny hung her head in silence as she debated whether to tell him anything further.  She decided it was best not to answer him as she knew that when the time came, he would know.

“I have not seen them since but I do know they will be lost forever if the child does not return to them,” she said as she bent to kiss him goodnight.

“I remember the day you were born.  I was there,” she said looking deep into his eyes.  “That tiny infant was you,” she whispered.

“You’re saying that’s what happened to me and my parents?” he asked doubtfully in hushed tones.

“I would not deceive you child,” she replied gently touching his cheek, although he could not miss seeing the sadness swimming in her eyes.  He saw that she was leaving it up to him whether or not to believe her.

“But, if you do not return to them, they will be lost forever,” she replied sorrowfully as she rose from the chair.

“Sweet dreams,” she said as she left the room, shutting the door quietly behind her and bathing the room in the orangey glow of the nightlights once again.

He lay there as he pondered her words and heard a tiny voice coming from one of the bookshelves.  He frowned as he raised his head and scanned the tiny figurines lining the shelf.  As he stared at the wizard in puzzlement, it began to move.

“She speaks the truth,” he said stepping closer to the edge of the shelf.  “I too can tell you what happened that day.”  The wizard told him a story for which he had never heard the likes of.     Read More


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