Megan Button and the Brim-Tree by M. T. Boulton Read Free Book Online Page A

not have been
restored to The Kingdom and I would still be trapped within the evil power of Abraxus. I was unsure if the power in the one remaining leaf would be enough for your Magic to tap into, but you have
proved that you truly do believe in us and I am pleased to see that no harm befell any of you,’ he then congratulated. ‘Megan, you
are
The Fairy Key, because you trusted in the
Magic within you. If it were not for your belief The Enchanted Kingdom would not have been saved. And Lucy, for the valiant gallantry you have shown by joining forces with your sister you will now
be known as The Dragon Keeper.’
    The Brim-Tree went on to explain. ‘Lucy, the figure that you are holding, will look like any other Dragon figure, but with your protection Abraxus will remain like this for always. By
coming to The Kingdom, you both have chosen your destinies. One day you will understand this. Now hold out your hands.’
    Two leaves floated down through the air, and then lay in their palms: in Megan’s was a candyfloss pink, while in Lucy’s was a rich deep purple one - which were their favourite
colours, and as the peaceful voice continued, it sounded almost alike to that of their grandfather’s, ‘If you do ever want to see us again, all you have to do is call on the Magic
inside you, and using the leaves you will be able to join us. Do not forget, that not a second will pass from the moment when you come to The Kingdom, to returning to your world. It is now time for
you both to go. Bid goodbye to your friends and do not be sad, for I should think you will see them again,’ hinted the tree most mysteriously.
    Everyone milled around The Fairy Key and The Dragon Keeper to express their fond farewells.
    A few minutes later, The Brim-Tree told them to hold the leaves tightly in their balled hands and too think of their Mum and Dad. A shimmering cloud of gold Fairy dust appeared, and the voice
counselled them to step forward into it.
    As they were about too, Megan and Lucy heard a rumbling
ROAR
.
    From the shadow, they each glanced up and saw Bront looking down at them whilst circling majestically far above The Brim-Tree. Before going into the glittery curtain, Megan darted a glimpse over
her shoulder for one final look at her new friends, raised a cheery arm, then as she tore her eyes away, she stepped into the Fairy dust, and to her astonishment, in front of her and Lucy, was the
familiar hallway with cream carpets on the floor and coffee-coloured walls.
    The last encrusted sparkles of dust disappeared and slouching into her room, Megan kicked her slippers off. ‘Aren’t you going to your bedroom?’
    Lucy loafed behind her. ‘I’ll stay in yours for a while,’ she ruled instead.
    ‘O-oh OK, but we must be quiet,’ Megan heeded, and got a faint whiff of vanilla from her spotless pink pyjamas. ‘We don’t want to be caught.’
    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