This is the story of a girl named Jezebel.She moved to a village called Gisturn because of operation pied piper,which evacuated over a million young children like Jezebel to escape The "blitz"and the bombs falling on major cities.The girls story begins as she arrives in The beautiful picturesque
Village of Gisturn,As the train emerges from the tunnel at the foot of the hill the village of Gisturn opened up beneath her,Jezebel's Safe haven.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement bouncing from lush hills,to pretty lakes and expansive skylines.All she wanted to do was escape from this stuffy train car break out her sketch pad and capture the idealic Village in her artwork.As soon as she gets out the train she can't help but be mesmerised by all the beautiful scenery of the village,as she walks around the Gisturn marketplace she bumps into someone,a elderly lady with a kind face. The elderly lady as she straightened her hat she addressed Jezebel with an unfamiliar accent "Ughhh sorry Deary Can't help but notice yer not from 'round 'er' are ya lass?"Jezebel Runs her fingers through her dark brown hair and nervous about meeting such a loud outspoken stranger, "Oh my I am so Very sorry madam I was looking for my guardian, she was supposed to be meeting me here and I couldn't help but explore while I was waiting". The Elderly lady smiles down to the shorter girl and Says"aghhh The Guardian Ye be waitin' fer, she be me,Let me take yer bags for ya sweet lass".Jezebel lets the elderly lady take her heavy bags surprising her with her strength."By thy way ma name is Ms Bertie,what is yer name young lass".Jezebel looks up at Ms.bertie and responds shyly"my name is Jezebel,Jezebel Bludworth".As Jezebel followed Ms.bertie an awkward silence ensued between the pair punctuated by the rattling sound of Jezebel's suitcase,to fill the Awkward silence Jezebel tried her hand at being friendly and social telling the elderly lady "you live in a beautiful village i can't wait to explore more and see all the sites and maybe even make some friends".
The pair of girls young and old exchange pleasantries about Jezebel's home life in the Cities and Ms.bertie spoke of the fun and adventures of living in a quite rural town.Their conversation filled the time until they loaded Jezebel's luggage into a beaten down pickup truck once all loaded Jezebel Opened the passenger door and settled in the cab of the of the truck, a few moments later, the truck coughed to life as Ms Bertie steered away from the village square and the train station towards the outskirts of the village, pointing out some landmarks throughout Gisturn "the school house is up that street,there's a church a bit further on from that either wise here in Gisturn we make our own entertainment"
Jezebel gave a Warm smile and stared out the truck window as they noisily trundiled down the windy path to a large house amongst two hills and a load of trees making up Ms.bertie's family orchid.
As they park Jezebel shakes herself out of her stunned silence she turns to Ms.bertie and let out an excited breath stating "your home is gorgeous,stunning." Ms.bertie visibly blushed and waved away Jezebel's compliments "lass it ain't much but it's home,now let's get inside and I'll show you where you'll be sleepin"and without another word Ms.bertie got out of the truck and retrieved Jezebel's suitcase and led Jezebel into the house through cozy sitting room and up several flights of stairs.
At each level of the beautiful house Ms.bertie pointed to rooms and doorways saying what each room was for,being a much larger house than her home with her parents Jezebel was already starting to feel her head spin with each passing floor and room,bathroom,library,study,kitchen,dining room all of this overwhelmed Jezebel "and finally your room".
On the very top floor Ms.bertie pushed a door open to reveal a comfortable bedroom with a comfy bed and wardrobe and a small desk chair and desk looking out through a window over a beautiful scenery. Despite being usually very polite to adults stunned by her accommodation Jezebel almost pushes past Ms.bertie in eagerness to look out the window at the views of the village and surrounding landscape.Ms.bertie smiled at the younger girls excitement,she cleared her throat bringing Jezebel back to the present "dinner will be ready in about an hour feel free to unpack or wash up or alternatively go for a walk and stretch your legs I'm sure u want to explore the village without an old fogie like me slowin ya down".Ms.bertie excused herself and shut the door behind her leaving Jezebel alone. Jezebel smiled then turned to her suitcase to unpack and change into a beautiful white ruffled dress with black comfortable flat shoes completing the outfit with a white ribbon through her long brown hair, she took a moment to check her appearance in the mirror next to her wardrobe, a young lady stared back. Her blue eyes reflecting the setting sun over the village beyond her window giving her the inspiration to draw, she grabbed her sketch pad and fine graphite pencils head down the many flights of stairs and outside into the mild evening sun.
Making her way up the hill overlooking the village, Jezebel knelt down and began drawing the horizon, the sunset, capturing the bright oranges yellows reflecting off the buildings and rivers of Gisturn. As the sky lost what little light that remained Jezebel closed her book and sat down. Happy and feeling safe even though she was so far from home, so far from the war that her parents faced. Drying her eyes of a few tears that had escaped her stomach reminded her of the meal Ms Bertie was preparing for her back at house. Getting to her feet she began walking back looking forward to whatever dinner the kind old lady had made.
After dinner of pork chops with apple sauce and potatoes, Jezebel pushed her empty plate away, and after having her offer to do the dishes waved off by her new guardian, was allowed to retire for the evening, after brushing her teeth and changing into her sleepwear, she went to her room and sat on the desk staring out the window at the darkening sky thinking again of home, watching a collection of lights fly overhead, despite her happiness at her new situation she hoped the war would end soon So she could go home, back to school, back to normal, to see her friends again.
Her thoughts were interrupted as one of the lights broke off from the rest, and a small object fell from it, then as the moonlight reflected the silver light It became obvious the object, falling towards the village of Gisturn, was a bomb.
》This is the end of chapter 1
The Girl and the village
Chapter 2 "A Realisation" coming soon》
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Historical FictionA girl named Jezebel moves to a village named Gisturn the village is bright and beautiful until tragedy strikes the village and it becomes morbid and dark and no visitors ever wanna go to the village coz it has been said that Jezebel haunts the vil...
