My Immortal
Ch 3
Zebedee was trapped in his mind. He hated his father. He wondered why he'd came to the Village.
He then heard a voice cackle as he found himself in the Village but it didn't feel the same.
He felt sadness from the place.
He saw Mr Rusty sitting on a horse on the Magic Roundabout. He seemed sad. He wondered why his friend was so sad.
"Are you okay? What happened to the Village?" he asked him scared.
"The Village fell into a great sadness after you left.
After you… went, Zeebad took over, destroying the happiness of the Village. The Roundabout and I haven't been the same since this all happened." The elderly man answered him.
"Where's the others?" Zebedee asked him.
"Zeebad imprisoned them in the Roundabout. They refused to let Zeebad into their hearts. They wanted to keep you alive." He told him sadly.
Zebedee didn't understand.
"W-What happened to me?" Zebedee asked him scared.
Mr Rusty sighed before going on.
"You were depressed and you hurt yourself with Sam's sword so you ended up in a coma. But somebody hurt you after you recovered.
It was Zeebad. He removed the thing that made you immortal. He killed you while you were trying to save Sam. He was more upset when you left, he locked himself in his house and refuses to come out.
The magic that keeps us happy died that day and evil took over." Mr Rusrt answered.
Zebedee then heard voices cackle as darkness created a cage.
"Having fun are we Zeb? Give up!
You'll never wake up.
You're trapped here with me, the darkness in you that only is loose when Zeebad bothers you.
We can play all day." They told him.
Zebedee didn't want to give up. He wanted to protect everything but he had to wake up.
First he had to get out of this cage the datkness had trapped him in.
The darkness only came out when he couldn't sleep because of Zeebad or he got broody.
"That's it! I have to be happy to escape! But how?
The only thing that makes me happy are my friends especially Sam." Zebedee thought as he saw a picture appear in his gloved hand.
It was of him as a little Magical Springer with something in his arms.
It was a toy soldier.
It was Sam.
He then began to remember….
He was seven years old and living in the Land of Magical Springers.
He'd moved there with his Mom. She'd left his human father.
He was feeling lonely.
He was very shy and felt nervous around the other kids.
He then saw something sitting on his toy chest. It was a soldier that looked like one at Buckingham Palace but he smiled.
"Wow! Mom must've got him. He's so cool. I can't wait to play with you." He said to it.
He then heard the other kids outside laughing and felt sad. He then looked at the soldier and smiled. An idea formed in the seven year old's mind.
He had magic but his Mom was still teaching him how to use it. He then put the soldier on the floor and held his small gloved hands in front of him.
He focused hard on bringing it to life. Magic shot out of his hands and surrounded the soldier.
When the magic had faded, the soldier was standing upright. "I can't believe I did it!" Zebedee thought as the soldier looked around but hid behind the toy chest.
"That's weird. Maybe he's… shy. Like I am around other kids." He thought as he bounced towards the toy chest but the soldier had moved from there and was hiding somewhere else.
"He must want to play hide and seek." Zebedee thought as he went to find the soldier.
"Hello? It's okay. I won't hurt you. But you probably don't want to be my friend like everybody else. They don't think I'm like them." He called out sadly as he bounced into his room.
He threw himself onto his bed. He then felt somebody touch him.
He looked up. It was the soldier.
"Why're you sad? You're alone all the time, aren't you?" he said gently.
Zebedee nodded sadly. "Yes. My Mommy goes to other places and help people and the other kids don't want to play with somebody who used to live in the human world.
I think my Mommy got me you so I could have a friend so I wouldn't be lonely all the time.
I'm Zebedee. What's your name?" the Magical Springer replied.
"I… don't have a name." The soldier answered.
Zebedee then smiled. "I know! I'll call you Sam." He told him.
After that day he and Sam had been very good friends even when he was an adult and had moved to the Enchanted Village…
A bright fiery like aura had surrounded Zebedee amd he broke free.
The darkness was around him like a sea but he had to keep fighting through it.
Sam was feeling sad as he stood up on the top of the Roundabout. He couldn't focus on guarding Zeebad when his best friend was lying in hospital in a coma.
Mr Rusty knew how he felt. He'd been worried about Zebedee since this happened.
He was playing the barrel organ at the Roundabout. Florence and the others were confused. They knew something was up with their friends but didn't know what.
Florence had tried asking but didn't want to upset Sam or Mr Rusty.
"Maybe Zebedee did a really big trick and he's in prison." Dougal said.
"No way! Zebedee does tricks and stuff but he'd never do anything that bad. He might've gone on hoilday." Basil suggested. Florence agreed along with Coral.
Mr Rusty walked off feeling sad. He knew that without Zebedee, the magic in the Roundabout would disappear and the happiness in the Village would go with it.
He remembered the days before Zebedee arrived at the Village. Nobody wanted to ride the Roundabout and the magic had gone. But then Zebedee arrived and got the children of the Village to ride and magic returned to the Village.
He didn't want to imagine what would happen if Zebedee didn't wake up...
He went to Zebedee's hospital room. He was breathing softly as his gloved hand touched Mr Rusty's face.
The elderly man's hope rose like a shooting star.
Inside Zebedee had reached the surface. He had beaten it in his mind for now.
After Mr Rusry left, the Magical Springer's eyes opened slowly.
They were taking in the room he was in.
Zeebad snarled as he saw that in his prison in the Roundabout.
"Curses! He's alive! What does it take to kill him?" he said to himself angrily.
He then smiled as he remembered a way.
It just involved some dark magic...