by MillietheWarrior » 05/16/2012 11:36 PM
Thunder:
“There’s only something dangerous about the tree if I say so,” the little girl replied, hopping from her bench and wiping her mouth with the back of her hands. “You see,” she circled the tree, and popped out from behind it, a mischievous look on her face. “This is a magic tree. Of sorts. And I am it’s guardian. The tree is part of me, and I’m part of it.” She folded her hands behind her back, looking smug. “But I’m in a bit of a bind, you see.” She pointed upwards, where the withering, barely leafy branches could be seen. Hanging from the branches were a plethora of old charms, ribbons, and small tags. “You see…This tree is a wishing tree. And I’m afraid no one has been by to wish on it in a very long time. Without wishes, it will die. And I can’t have that.” She narrowed her eyes slightly. “If you can make the proper wish upon my tree, I will help you find your prize.” With the spirit’s help, I’m sure whatever you will find will be rare.
Krypto:
“Yeah!” the fairy cried, shaking a tiny fist. “Watch where you’re walking, you big ogre! And you shouldn’t put your realm-forsaken foot on other people’s houses!” It was a good thing the other girl, the one with the nice face and kind voice, was there to temper the fairy’s rage; it was unwise to upset one of the fair folk, especially in their own realm. “Yeah, you better help me find a new home,” the fairy replied, looking annoyed. “Or the Faechomp will eat me!" She spread her arms wide, her eyes growing big. “The Faechomp is a giant monster with teeth like knives, a head of bone and a body of red fur and empty, soulless eyes! It goes around at night and eats any of us Sidhe who are out after dark! It’s dangerous!” It sounded like a common, if not somewhat small, animal of Evelon; what could it be? She turned an angry glare onto the other woman. “And yes, I’m a fairy, you giant, badly dressed buffoon! What else would I be, huh?” She turned back to the kind voiced girl. “I need a new home…but not just any home. I want to live in a sunflower.” She smiled dreamily, looking excited. “I hear there’s some on the west end of the flower patch. But you have to be careful, that’s near where the Faechomp wanders sometimes. I don’t know how you big folk will deal with him.” She pointed at Naomi’s shoulder. “Lemme ride on yer shoulder, tall one.” If you help her find a sunflower, I bet you’ll find a very rare prize.
I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!
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