Keefe stayed calm, he thought that his magic powers would take him back home. Time passed and the knight fell into deep snoring. Keefe took that as a sign to escape and thought that he could use the spell on how to escape that he learned at the library. He didn't know every part of the spell, but he hoped it was enough to set him free. The problem would have to deal with itself. Keefe mumbled the spell that he learned from the book, he couldn't say it too loud, it would wake the knight up and he wouldn't want that to happen,
"Aperire portam custodiens me." Nothing happened. He started that chant again and right when he started it something happened. The bars of the cell screeched open a little, Keefe chringed. Keefe didn't know the rest of the spell.
"I'm going to have to go through that," Keefe said. He tiptoed to the bars, and looked at the hole, as if it was a piece of art from a museum. Keefe took a deep breath,
"I can do this," he said. He crawled quietly through the tiny hole in the bars, and eventually Keefe was outside the jail cell. He ran quietly and quickly, following the horse's fading footprints, and then he was at the castle again.
"What happened to you?" The fairy said, looking concerned, a few pieces of miniature hair were on the ground.
"I was trapped in a jail cell in the middle of the woods, and I used the spell from the book to escape. It was a coincidence that in the book I learned how to escape," Keefe said.
"The first spell ever to be learned is the escape spell. Trolls trap you and all different types of things can happen to you," the fairy said.
"Can you take me home before that knight comes back to get me?" Keefe asked.
"Yeah, you just have to read the book that took you here and then it will take you home."
"Okay, thank you!" Keefe said, then he took the book out of his backpack, and read it, and said,
"I wish I could go home!" An ear splitting wind blew, his book trembled, and then an orb of light swallowed him whole. Then Keefe was back in his mom's library. "I better not read too much this month, I don't want to go there all the time." Keefe said. Keefe rubbed his eyes just to make sure he wasn't imagining anything. There had to be something else to this next month.