Merry stilled.
“Aye, ye hear me, Meriadoc
McDaniel!” the little voice shouted.
He
turned and looked around the yard. Nothing. The large moth flitted at his face
again and he batted it away, annoyed.
“Ach! Ye banjax me
wing! Ye cursed humans be ever so impertinent!”
He looked down from
whence the little voice emanated. The large moth fluttered angrily in the
grass, seemingly trapped in the tall blades and unable to take flight again.
Its wings were a vivid, neon yellow, and huge for a moth.
“Aye, human! I be
spakin’ of ye!”
“What the…,” Merry
whispered.
The moth batted
its wings angrily at him as it twisted and spun gracelessly in the green
blades. “For Consort’s sake, throw us a lifeline and stop lettin’ death take we
hand!”
Merry squatted and
peered closely at the eerily beautiful moth, and jumped back with a start,
landing on his buttocks when he realized it wasn’t a moth at all, but a small
per—Okay, wait. The last couple of
days had been weird. Seriously weird. Insanely weird. But this was wrong in the extreme. And if
his neighbors caught him talking to a moth in his backyard, well, they would
think he was certifiably insane. Worse yet, they’d call his dad. That would
be all kinds of bad. He rubbed his eyes, certain his imagination was
OUT. OF. CONTROL. He would not talk to a six-inch moth person.
Nope. Not happening. He quickly stood and headed toward the door. “There
is not a little hu—moth person yelling at me from my backyard. There
is not a little moth person yelling at me from my backyard,” he
repeated as he opened the back door.
“Meriadoc
McDaniel, I come at the behest of the Prince of Flesh and Bone, Bearer of Hands
of Fire and Water!”
“There is not a little moth person—”
“I have ye a
message from Quinn!”
At the mention of
Quinn’s name, he stopped in his tracks. He turned and walked back to the
fluttering moth and squatted next to it as it flapped madly in the grass. “Y-you’re
a fairy?”
Large, shiny jet
eyes to match a wild ebony mane looked up at him. She looked like a miniature
deranged Barbie™ with
wings. Thin and frail, she wore nothing more than a filmy tunic faintly hued in
yellow. Tiny, black-velvet antennae sprouted above her large pointed ears and
moved frenetically has she struggled to stand upright in the grass. “What else
I be?” she demanded.
Good question.
“Quit ye
tomfoolery and give me a hand already!”
Merry extended a
hand and, with considerable effort, the small fairy climbed onto his palm,
breathless and grumbling something about banjax as she straightened her wing.
It looked a little crooked and slightly mangled, and he instantly felt remorse
for having swatted at her. “S-sorry.”
“Aye, well, ye be
jammy I can heal meself. Be a moment,” she sighed. With more effort, she stood
and brushed dirt from her knees and elbows. With a curtsy, she offered, “Lady
Sadb an Buí, in the service of we Prince o’ Fairy, He Majesty Quinn Malloy O’Cuinn,
son of we Queen Muirgan of we High Court of Fairy, Queen of Flesh and Bone,
Bearer of Hands of Fire and Water.”
Whoa. “Hi.”
“A human o’ few
words are ye? Odd, if I do say so meself.”
“You’re really a
fairy?” Stupid question. What else could she be?
“I be demi-fae!”
she announced indignantly, parking angry hands on her hips.
“Meaning?”
Her black eyes
became larger still, now stunningly too big for her tiny face. “What ye mean to
ask?”
Great. Talking
to her was going to be like talking to Quinn—definitely empirical evidence of
fairyness. “What is a demi-fae?”
“Oooooh, oh. That
what ye mean to ask?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, well, we be
the essence o’ Fairy. We carry all magicks of the land.” She abruptly sat in
his palm, bent his fingers to her benefit, and leaned against them comfortably.
“Ye see, long ago....”
Merry stared at
her as she spoke of someone named Gaea, islands beneath the sea, deadly mists,
and faraway lands. After five minutes, he couldn’t take it any longer. “You
said you had a message from Quinn?”
She was
immediately offended. “Ye must address me proper. And if ye add a bit of
deference, ‘twould right please me.”
He bit back the
angry words that tried to fly from his lips. “Okaaay. What’s your name again?”
“Lady Sadb an Buí,
in the service of we Prince o’ Fairy, He Majesty Quinn Malloy O’Cuinn, son of
we Queen Muirgan of we High Court of Fairy, Queen of Flesh and Bone, Bearer of
Hands of Fire and Water.”
“I must say all
that?”
“Why not?”
“How about Lady
Sigh-eve-an-bwee?”
A tiny fingertip
tapped her chin as she considered his address. “All be right. What be ye
question?”
“What’s the
message from Quinn? Is he okay?”
“That be two
questions. Ye only ask for one question.”
Merry frowned,
irked. “What’s the message from Quinn?”
“He wish me to
tell ye....” She paused.
Merry waited. And
waited. And waited. “Tell me what?”
“I not rightly
recall.”
Merry was
incredulous. “You don’t remember?”
She glared at him.
“I not be in the Land o’ Fairy!”
“So, what?”
“It make me mind
weak and I cannot recall!”
Merry wanted to strangle
her. “Is Quinn okay? When he left here h-he was bleeding.”
“Aye, he be a
right ruin.”
Merry wanted to
scream. “Is. He. O. Kay?”
“Ye dare not raise
ye voice to a lady of we High Court!”
Ohmygosh. Talking to this demi-fae
made talking to Quinn seem like a walk in the park. “Okay, sorry. Sorry. Please
tell me if Quinn is okay.”
“After a fashion.”
Merry rubbed his
eyes with thumb and forefinger in frustration. “So, he’s not okay?”
“He be when he
return to ye.”
“When is he coming
back?”
“On the morrow.”
Relief flooded
Merry. “What happened to him? It was like some monster attacked him or
something.”
Sabd’s jet eyes
turned sad. “Aye.”
“What was it?”
“Not be what. Be
who.”
Merry’s
frustration ratcheted another notch. “Okay, whom?”
“Queen Mother.”
Merry was shocked.
“Why?”
“We Mother lose
she temperament.”
Merry tucked his
chin in disbelief. “Why?”
“Prince Quinn
delay in he response to she call.”
Questions bounced
off the walls of Merry’s mind and he couldn’t decide what to ask first. “Quinn
is a prince? A real prince?”
“Ye be daft? Why
ye ask such a thing?”
“Okay, okay. So,
Quinn’s mom got mad because she called, and he didn’t answer fast enough?”
“Aye, he delay a
fair bit, then he dare to stop time, and she lose she temperament.” She was
thoughtful for another long moment, fingertip tapping chin. “He ne’er defy we queen
afore, but once. Make ye wonder what he be doin’ be so important as to defy
she, don’t it? Ye know what he be doin’ when she call?”
Ah, yeah, he knew,
but he sure wasn’t going to tell her about the bed and blanket fiasco. “He was
with me.”
“Aye, but he would
not ignore we queen’s call lest it be a matter of utmost urgency. What he be
doin’?”
Yeah, it had
been urgent, all right. The enormously awkward kind of urgent. Merry
quickly changed the subject. “Is there any more to the message besides he’ll be
okay by the time he gets back in the morning?”
“I not recall.”
Merry rubbed his
eyes again, aggravated beyond reason by the nonsensical conversation. “Will you
take a message back to him?”
Her brow knitted. “Me
prince not say so.”
“Will you do it?
Her eyes narrowed
on him, an evil grin forming on her face to reveal sharp, pointed teeth. “Do ye
mean to ask a favor of me?” she asked excitedly.
“It’s not a favor.
It’s a request. Will you please take a message back to him?”
“Blast! Ye not
fall for me trixie!”
In the blink of an
eye, she stood and stomped her foot hard on his palm. It startled him, and he
dropped her. She took flight and zoomed at his face, her large black eyes
frightening as they came at him. He couldn’t help it. He batted at her.
“Ach! Why ye aim
to harm me?”
“I don’t! Just don’t
fly at my face like that!”
She stilled and
floated gently on the air in front of him, her eyes large and round as she
ogled him closely. “Ye spake true.”
“Yeah, I do. Will
you please take a message back to Quinn for me, Lady Sadb an Buí?”
“Why ye not
address we prince by he title?”
Merry fought not
to raise his voice again. “He’s never asked me to. Will you take a message back
to him or not?”
She thought for
another long moment. “He not say so.”
Merry was near to
losing it with this little creature. “You can’t do something unless he tells
you to do it?”
“Aye. What say we
ask ‘im?”
“What do you mean,
ask him? We have to ask him if you can take a message back to him?”
“Aye.”
“How?” She flew at
his face again and he fought not to bat at her. When he felt her tiny hand
touch his cheek, he took a step back. “W-what are you doing?”
“Ye wish to ask ‘im,
do ye not?”
“Doesn’t sound
like I have a choice.”
“Then I need touch
ye.”
“Why?”
“So ye may spake to
‘im through me.”
If he could speak
to Quinn through her, he’d ask him how he was directly. “How does that work?”
“Ye try me
patience! How ye think it work? It be fairy magick!”
That explained
everything. Not. “Wait. Give
me a second.” He wasn’t afraid of her, exactly, but there was something very
menacing about her, and he definitely didn’t want to see those black eyes and
sharp teeth coming at him again. He breathed deeply and gathered his calm. “Okay.”
Her tiny hand
touched his cheek, and she yelped and flew away.
“What’s wrong?”
She darted back,
her eyes wide with disbelief, a hand covering her gaping mouth. “Ye be Fairy
Kissed!”
Oh. My. Gosh! The stupid Fairy
Kiss again! “Yeah, so?”
“Be forbidden to
Fairy Kiss a human!”
Merry didn’t know
what to say to that. He didn’t want Quinn to be in more trouble than he already
was. He needed to talk to him. “Can I talk to Quinn? Please?”
She flew in
erratic circles, leaving brightly colored trails to arc the air as she ranted
in a language Merry guessed to be Irish.
This went
on for no fewer than ten minutes. He finally called her name. “Lady Sadb
an Buí!”
She halted her
rant and flew at him, her frightening black orbs and sharp teeth monstrous as
they came at him. Her wings buzzed a wickedly high pitch as she whizzed past,
narrowly missing his cheek, and he fought not to step back.
“All be right! I
use ye other cheek!”
Finally! “Okay.
Ready?” He closed his eyes and her tiny hand touched his other cheek.
His mind swirled
and dizziness threatened to overwhelm him right before a sterling calm filled
him. He found himself seeing another world, as if he looked through someone
else’s eyes.
“Aye, Meriadoc,”
Sadb whispered. “Ye see me prince’s chamber through me eyes.”
Only the sound of
Merry’s name from Sadb kept his mind grounded in reality. His eyes drank in the
vast, finely furnished cavern as the scent of freshly cut grass and spring
rains imbued his senses. Ornate gold sconces littered the rough stone walls and
filled the enormous space with soft, golden candlelight. Handcrafted rugs
depicting unicorns, three headed dogs, and fire-breathing dragons graced a
highly polished, smooth crystalline floor that looked to be made of polished diamonds.
Tearing his eyes
from the spellbinding room, he looked for Quinn. He lay on a bed of flowers,
his bleeding back a stark contrast to the soft pastels of the flora. One
beautiful, glassy green wing wafted slowly above Quinn, while the other lay in
bloody tatters at his side. A colorful cloud moved and swayed above him and
Merry realized it was a flurry of demi-fae tending his wounds.
“Quinn,” he
breathed.
Quinn turned his
head toward the sound of Merry’s voice. “Sadb?”
“Aye, ‘tis me, sire.” Sadb
spoke quickly, defensively. “Merry wish me return a message to ye, but ye not
give ye say-so to do so. So, he wish ye say-so for me to do so on ye say-so.
So, I use me mind’s eye to ask ye say-so. Ye say so?” She abruptly fell mute.
Quinn groaned as
he rolled partially onto one side. “Must ye be so bloody literal, Sadb?”
“If ye say so, sire.”
“Aye, aye! Ye have
me say-so! Do as Merry wish! But ye not permit the lad to see within we mound!
Ye risk he human sight for all time if ye do!”
“Too late,” Merry
said softly.
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O M G races around the kitchen O M G this FAIRY is driving me to the brink of insanity it's so good but ach waiting each week is a wee killer! SOOOOOOOOOO EXCITING!!!! :D
ReplyDeleteLOL. Glad you're enjoying, sweet Jane, and thanks for dropping by and reading Fairy. It's always great to see you here.
DeleteI second Jane's comments LOL
ReplyDelete:D Perhaps next week won't have a cliffhanger. PERHAPS. No promises, Pelaam! Thanks for stopping by and for keeping up with Fairy.
DeleteI love that butterfly. Quinn....
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, Kassa K, and for reading Fairy.
DeleteWaiting impatiently for the next installment! I do love this story. *g* Love your little cliffies, btw. It's like that piece of chocolate you've been saving all week and you FINALLY let yourself indulge on Friday night. ;-)
ReplyDeleteHahahahaha, Shira! A sweet for my sweets! As always, it's great to see you here and I'm glad you continue to enjoy Fairy!
DeleteYou are weaving the perfect fae story. Each chapter is a pleasure and a gift to read. I love the way you are using fae lore to make things come alive in a world that needs the fae now more than ever. Your story is unique in the lore and the subject. The writing keeps me spellbound to each line. I look forward to the next chapter.
ReplyDeleteAw, dude, thanks. People often don't realize how much research goes into being an author and, thereby, the creation of a story. As authors, I don't think we can write a single word without considering etymology, intent, etc. Because I try to teach through writing, I look to weave as much authentic information into each tale as I can, all while pressing at the confines of readers' minds and pushing them to suspend disbelief. I have a wild, unruly imagination and, plainly stated, I surprise myself with each chapter of Fairy. Thank you for the kind remarks and compliments and for stopping by. It's always great to see you here and ye be certain to return next week - on Quinn's say-so!
DeleteOMG! What Jane said. Such an awesome story! The end of this chapter came rushing up on me. I wanted so much more!
ReplyDeleteThanks Cody for sharing this cool story with us on your blog :)
Looking forward to next week!
Thank you,Kerry! And thanks for keeping up with Fairy. :)
DeleteOK Cody, bring on the trifecta. I need my fix of Quinn and Merry now that you have me completely and hopelessly addicted to those boys.
ReplyDeleteLOL. Chapter 11 is calling your name, Mary! Thanks for stopping by! It's GREAT to see you here!
DeleteOh Cody. All I can say is thank you for sharing this story with us.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure, Moni! And thank you for reading Fairy!
DeleteAloha Cody. :-).
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous story. I love all the wee nuances in here. I liked how Demi-fae Badb curled Merrys fingers up for a back rest. And brushed her tiny hands and knees off. Such lovely details. This would make a grand movie. I love all the messages in it. It's wonderful. I like the pictures in here too. And the way each chapter has a different color. I know - silly detail to like but I do. :-). I like the fairy features too like time stopping. And the double message with Quinn and his mother - another form of bullying and his battle to win her love and approval. So many great details. I love this. Thank you for sharing this and you as always.
Aloha Meg <3 :-)
I'm so glad you're enjoying the story, Meg! Stay tuned for more!
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