Ch 1
Zebedee was in bed. He wasn't feeling very well because he had Springer Flu but he was bored. He saw his friends playing outside and was sad. He then got an idea. "I can use my magic to feel less bored but I'm not sure. Mr Rusty said it wouldn't be a good idea until I was better." He thought as he started to cast a spell but he coughed and it started to go wrong. "What's happening? This isn't supposed to happen!" he yelled as he was swept up in a tornado of magic and vanished…
He woke up to find himself lying on a wooden floor and sneezed. He got to his springs and found a child in bed. He heard her cough. He was scared. He didn't know where he was. "I'm lost! I hope the others find me soon. How am I going to get home? Maybe that girl can help." He thought as he tried to use his magic but couldn't. He then started to cry because he was feeling really sad and because he was still really ill… She heard him and woke up. She had purple hair, brown eyes and was slender bodied. "Wow! You're Zebedee! How did you get here from the Enchanted Village?" she said excitedly. "I tried using my magic to amuse myself because I'm not feeling well and it went wrong. I'm scared. My friends won't be able to find me." he explained sadly. "Don't worry Zeb. I'll help you. My name's Dana. You can stay here until you find a way home. I've got the cold too." she told him as he climbed into bed beside her.
"This bed is warm. I wonder if they know I'm not in the Village." he said while coughing but covering his mouth with a gloved hand. "I'm sure they are. I would love to live in the Enchanted Village and just play every day. Never worrying about anything in the world ever again." Dana replied. Zebedee smiled at that. "Why would you?" he asked her curious. "Because my family hate me, people pick on me at school. The only things that get me through are my imagination and you. Every day in class, I'm day dreaming about the Village and what you and your friends are up to." Dana answered coughing. He felt sorry for her especially when he saw the cane. "You're disabled , aren't you?" he whispered. Dana nodded in reply.
A tear came to his eye at that. He was her only escape in a world that didn't understand her. "I guess you understand considering your springs just like the song." Dana said. Zebedee was smiling sadly. "Yes but what song?" he told her. Dana sighed before going on.
"I'll sing it for you.
As a child I was born with no legs
They sent me away for years
To save the neighbour's sneers
I returned, was spurned
Father hold me!
You are no son of mine
You freak, you spring boy!
Bow down to the spring
For I am King of the Roundabout!"
she sang.
Zebedee looked really hurt and tears leaked from his eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you!" she told him. "It's okay. It's just it brought back bad memories. Who would write a song like that about me?" he answered through tears. "A guy named Bill Bailey wrote it. I'm sorry it upset you. I won't sing it anymore. I don't want a friend to be upset by that." Dana told him. "We're friends? I like the sound of that. But what if your parents find out I'm here?" he replied.
Dana smiled. "They're too busy to care about me and if they found out, they'd just say I have a good imagination." she answered. Zebedee wondered why her parents were always busy to care about her but decided not to ask. He had made up his mind. He'd help Dana and then find a way back to the Village if he could...