Jade and the Enchanted Wood

To Phoebe and Zoe, as they are the inspiration behind Magic Ballerina.

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Dedication

Author’s Note

Map

Prologue

1. The First Ballet Class

2. The Enchanted Wood

3. King Rat

4. The Sylphs

5. The Sylph-Child

6. The Promise

7. The Magic of Ballet

Darcey’s Magical Masterclass

The Story of Giselle

Holly

Acknowledgements

Copyright

About the Publisher

Map

Welcome to the world of Enchantia!

I have always loved to dance. The captivating music and wonderful stories of ballet are so inspiring. So come with me and let’s follow Jade on her magical adventures in Enchantia, where the stories of dance will take you on a very special journey.

p.s. Turn to the back to learn a special dance step from me…

Prologue

In the soft, pale light, the girl stood with her head bent and her hands held lightly in front of her. There was a moment’s silence and then the first notes of the music began. For as long as the girl could remember music had seemed to tell her of another world – a magical, exciting world – that lay far, far away. She always felt if she could just close her eyes and lose herself, then she would get there. Maybe this time. As the music swirled inside her, she swept her arms above her head, rose on to her toes and began to dance…

Jade was half skipping, half jogging down the road, clicking her fingers and flicking her wrists. She hardly ever just walked normally these days. That would be too boring.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, sunny and bright. Inside her head music was pulsing, and the strong beat filled every part of her body. It felt great. But then she realised she was getting very near that house with the brass plate on the door: MADAME ZA-ZA’S SCHOOL OF BALLET and her feet began to slow. Why ever had she thought to come here? It just wasn’t her. She tried to imagine herself in the ballet class, wearing a leotard and tights, her hair scraped back in a bun, the red shoes on her feet…

The red shoes! A little surge of excitement whizzed through Jade’s body. It was the shoes that had set her off on this whole ballet thing. Someone had left them in a parcel on Jade’s doorstep with a note attached. Jade could remember the words exactly, she’d read them so often.

Dear Jade,

These shoes are for you. I know you love dancing and I really hope you find out how special they are. Madame Za-Za’s ballet school is just down the road and she is a brilliant teacher. Go and see her – and take the shoes. You won’t regret it. I promise.

And ever since the afternoon when she’d received the shoes, she’d turned over and over in her mind what had happened earlier that day.

She had been in her front garden, showing her two little sisters some street dance moves, when suddenly she’d realised that a girl was watching her. The girl had told Jade that she was a brilliant dancer, and asked if she did ballet. Thinking about that now made Jade feel embarrassed. She’d replied very rudely – saying that everyone who did ballet wore silly little tutus.

Jade knew she shouldn’t have said that, but she’d felt annoyed at the time. Why would she like ballet just because she loved street dancing? Ballet looked so stiff and awkward.

You couldn’t just let the music carry you along.

That’s why it had been such a surprise to find the shoes. If they were so special why would someone give them to her when she didn’t even like ballet?

Anyway, there wasn’t time to think about that now. She’d decided to give it a chance and her mother had phoned ahead and booked her into a trial lesson. As she stood at the bottom of the steps that led up to the big front door, she breathed in deeply.

Just after ten o’clock. She was a little bit late. Still, she patted her bag with the red shoes in it and told herself for the hundredth time that she was only staying for one lesson to see what was so special about it. Then she leaped up the steps, two at a time, and peered in through the big front window.

The class had already begun. Fourteen girls, wearing identical leotards, stood holding a wooden rail that ran around the walls of the room.

All of them were making exactly the same slow careful movements. Jade rolled her eyes as she came away from the window and pushed open the heavy front door.

Once inside, she caught sight of the changing rooms immediately. The door was ajar. She changed into her red shoes and pulled her hair into a bun. She already had her leotard on under her clothes so at least she wouldn’t make herself even later by getting changed. Then, whispering under her breath, “Right, let’s get it over with,” she made her way to the ballet studio and pushed open the door.

Madame Za-Za broke off her counting when Jade walked in, but the girls kept on doing their exercises in time to the music. They seemed to be pointing their feet to the front, then the side, to the back, then the side again. A puzzled look passed over the teacher’s face, but then, as her eyes flickered down to Jade’s ballet shoes, she broke into a smile of recognition.

“You must be Jade! Welcome. I was expecting you. We’ve already started, but come on in.”

“Sorry I’m late,” Jade muttered under her breath as she quickly took her place at a space on the wooden rail.

“Place your hand lightly on the barre – so.”

Jade did as she was told, feeling the darting glances from all over the class. “Follow Chloe…”

“Er… I’ve never actually done ballet before, Madame…”

“Not to worry,” Madame Za-Za spoke quickly. “I have a feeling you’ll soon pick it up. Straighten the legs. Heels together—” Madame Za-Za was correcting Jade as she spoke, lifting her arm, lowering her shoulder and tilting her chin up. “And soften the wrists… Yes, that’s it…”

This feels ridiculous, Jade thought. But the music was playing and everyone had started the exercise, so she followed as best she could, feeling herself growing more and more tense as Madame Za-Za kept correcting her. “Relax the arms, Jade!”

How could she relax her arms when every other part of her body was tense? She looked across at the other girls to see if they had noticed, but luckily they were too busy concentrating on their own positions. And they were all so good at it. Much better than me, thought Jade. Then it crossed her mind that if they tried street dancing for the first time like she was trying ballet, they might not find it so easy.

“Eyes to the front, Jade, and turn out the supporting foot!”

Feeling frustration flood through her, Jade suddenly snapped. “Why do you have to follow all these rules? That’s not dancing! Look! This is dancing…”

And she did a moon walk, followed by a leap in the air, then some quick footwork she’d only learned that week, her wrists flicking in front of her as her body rocked from side to side. She could hear gasps coming from all around. Everyone looked across to Madame Za-Za to see what she’d say…

There was a silence for at least ten seconds, then Madame Za-Za nodded slowly, a thoughtful look in her eyes. “You have dance in your soul, Jade,” she said quietly. “And somewhere in that soul of yours there is a place for ballet too. We just have to find it.”

Phew, at least she hadn’t been told off, but it didn’t help her to enjoy the rest of the class any better. It was “point this, straighten that”. In fact her whole body was itching to forget ballet with all its rules, and just dance freely. How much longer was this lesson going to go on for?

Jade glanced at the clock. Ten twenty-eight. Over half an hour left. If only she could have a break. Just for a few minutes to shake all the tension out of her body. Well, perhaps she could…

“May I go to the loo?” she asked politely.

Madame Za-Za nodded and Jade hurried into the corridor. Stretching her arms up, she flopped them over, laughing quietly to herself. But her amusement stopped abruptly. Something strange seemed to be happening to her feet. Was it her imagination or were her little red shoes glowing? No, it definitely wasn’t her imagination. Now they were sending a tingle through her whole body too.

Suddenly, she was surrounded by swirling, whirling colours. Could this be what the note had meant when it said the shoes were special? Jade felt her heart race with excitement as she rose up off the floor, spinning and whirling in a blur of rainbow colours…

Suddenly everything stopped swirling and Jade found herself in the middle of a quaint-looking village square.

She looked around her. “Where am I?” she whispered. Her immediate thought was that it all felt like a dream, so she pinched herself. No, it was definitely real.

“Hello! Hello!”

Jade looked round and saw a white cat, in a golden waistcoat and a top hat, leaping up to her. Stranger and stranger!

“Welcome to Enchantia!” the cat said. His kindly eyes twinkled as he looked at Jade’s shoes, then at her face. “You’re the new owner of the magic shoes!”

Enchantia? Magic shoes? Jade looked down at her feet. What was he talking about? But before she had a chance to ask any questions, the white cat had jumped high into the air and crisscrossed his feet at the ankles a few times before landing lightly and holding out a soft white paw to shake hands. “I am the White Cat, at your service.”

“I… I’m Jade.”

“Pleased to meet you, Jade. I guess you know why you’re here in Enchantia.”

Enchantia? There was that funny word again. Jade’s eyes widened. “Well, not really…” she said.

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