Wren's Adventure

Phillip pushed himself upright, against the walls of his prison.  He'd never imagined his most trusted adviser would turn against him, yet, it had happened.  He didn't know who he could trust or turn to for help.  Then, he recalled his dream.  A dream of a little bird, called a wren, coming to his rescue.

He wasn’t sure how he knew the bird’s name.  It wasn’t one he had ever heard of before but he knew, and that gave him hope.  Climbing the stone wall up to the narrow window, he called, “Come, little wren, come – help me!”

The voice startled her.  Standing, she looked around but could see no one.  As she brushed her knees off and exchanged seed packets, she heard his voice again, “Rescue me!”

“Where are you?” she looked about.

“I’m up here – in the tower.  Come wren, you can help me.  I know you can,” the voice pleaded with her.

“I’m coming!  But I can’t see you – keep talking!”

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“Are you up there?”  It was the voice from his dream – the voice of the wren.  “I’ve come as far as I can.  This door won’t budge!”

She sounded scared.  Lost.  “It’s never been opened in my life time.”

“Is there any way you can pull up on it?” she asked.

“There is a ring on this side of the door,” he returned, “But I have tried it many times.  It does no good.”

“Pull it away from the hinges,” she instructed.  “There is a hook down here, and it is jammed.”

Pulling steadily, the door slid towards him.  There was a bit of rattling, and an exclamation, followed by her clear voice, “It’s free!  I think you can open it now!”  As he leaned it against the wall slender hands reached through the opening and then a cobweb covered head pushed its way into his world and into his heart.

Shakily, she pulled herself on to the floor and lay there, resting.  “I hate ladders.  Thank you so much for opening that thing up!”

“Thank me?” he burst out, “Thank you for coming!  Thank you for caring!”  Sinking to the floor beside her, he engulfed her in a hug, crushing her to his chest, “Oh, I knew you would come.  I knew you would.  Let’s get out of here!”

Running.  Escaping.  Strangers, bound by circumstance, held by love.  She rescued him, when he had no one.  He led her across country, to a new home -- a new way of life.

Trusting.  Meek.  Wren stood by him.

Cunning, brutal, ever one step ahead, Phillip adored her.

Only she could change him and restore his honor.

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