“I tell the lad he be dragon!” Sadb defended.
Merry
glanced at her and wanted to choke her again. Her criticism of the helpful
demi-fae who simply didn’t look like the others royally pissed him off. Working
to keep his anger in check, he turned to the green guy who seemed to be the
boss of the demi-fae. “Where do you want me to put Sadb? She’s hurt.”
“Set she on ye
pillow near we prince.”
Merry set her
gently near Quinn’s splash of red-auburn hair. Truthfully, he wanted to dump
her on her buttocks. “What do you want me to do now?”
“More flower.” He paused before continuing. “And more dandiflies, if ye be willin’.”
Sadb glared at the green guy, but kept her mouth shut.
“Be right back.”
Merry grabbed
another brown paper bag and headed back to the garden. Nolan flew erratically
through the tall grass, collecting as many dandelions as he could hold in his
arms. He added them to a growing pile near the tree stump and shot away to
gather more.
“Thanks, Nolan.”
Merry clipped more roses, sharp thorns pricking his fingers and palms. When the
bag was half full of roses, he went to the now vast pile of dandelions. “Wow.
That’s great.”
“Aye, Lord Merry.
Ye set ‘em on he wing and add a wee bit o’ sugar. He feel less pain as he mend.
But only a wee bit, lest he be bladdered.”
He was “Lord Merry?”
Where the heck did that come from? He didn't know what to ask first.
“Bladdered?”
“Ye call it drunk.
Truth be told, we fae be takin’ a likin’ to sugar. Ye not say I say so. Be
forbidden to tell a human.”
“You get drunk on
sugar?”
“When it be
plenty, aye.”
“But it deadens
pain, right?”
“Aye.”
This
was seriously important information. “Thanks, Nolan.”
A smile filled
Nolan’s brilliant red face. “Ye not be thankin’ me. Be me job as a
healer.”
A healer? “Why aren’t you in there with
everybody else?”
“Ye hear what we
Lady say of me. I be one o’ we unclean ones.”
“Because you’re
dra—” Was it impolite to call a demi-fae a dragonfly? Who knew? “Because you’re
sort of dragonflyish?”
Nolan smiled
again. “Ye may say it. It not offend me. I be proud of me lineage.”
A smile played at
the corners of Merry’s lips. He was happy he hadn’t offended the nice demi-fae
and thought it was cool that Nolan was proud of what he was despite what the
others thought of him. “C’mon. Help me get these into the bag.”
Before Merry could
lift a single dandelion, the bag brimmed with them.
“There ye be.
Go, now, and don’t forget the sugar.” Nolan pressed a tiny hand to Merry’s
shoulder, urging him away.
“I’ll come back,”
Merry promised as he sped back to the house.
“Here.” Merry set
the bag next to the bowl and noticed the first bag had fallen off the desk, now
empty of its contents. Flower petals littered Quinn’s back, the stems and
leaves but remnants left to the floor. So much for a spotless room.
Merry didn’t care one bit. “I’m going to put the dandelions on his wing. Will
you straighten it out?”
“On what?” the green
boss demi-fae asked.
On what? Good question. On
what, on what, on what? An
idea came to Merry. He opened the closet door and pulled an air
mattress from inside. They’d used it on camping trips when his mom was still
around. Their camping trips were some of the best memories he had of his mom
and he’d kept the gear in the hope she’d return. He yanked the heavy thing from
the box, plugged the cord to the air pump into the electric socket, and pumped
the air mattress nearly full. He wanted it to be soft so he could fold it.
He then went to
the kitchen. His mom had turned a lower drawer into what she called the tool
drawer because it contained all the miscellaneous things she periodically
needed when working around the house. He dug through it until he found packing
tape and headed back to the bedroom.
He folded the air
mattress in half and taped the ends together. Filled mostly with air and
folded, it matched the height of the bed, and he shoved it to meet the edge of
it. “Will that work?”
The boss of the demi-fae
surveyed his efforts thoughtfully. “Be a start.” He gave orders and the
demi-fae went to work. With coordinated movements and gestures,
they slowly, painstakingly, unfolded layer by layer of the red lace mountain
that was Quinn’s mutilated wing and spread it on the improvised mattress. The
mattress wobbled and a group of fae flew to steady it as more and more
of Quinn’s wing was revealed.
Merry cringed at
what he saw, and a burning hatred for the queen slowly began to churn within.
Much like his hatred for Rick. How could she do this to him? Her own son, no less? Having
an evil mother was beyond Merry’s comprehension. His mother had always been
kind and loving. Nolan’s instructions about sugar returned to his mind and,
pushing away raw anger, he left the room.
He rummaged
through the pantry and finally found a five-pound bag of sugar behind a bag of
flour and a box of pancake mix. Never opened, it was hard as a rock, fused by
the dampness of the California air. He bashed it brutally against the kitchen
counter desperately needing it to return to its former self, and carried the
broken, leaking bag to the bedroom. “Here.”
The demi-fae broke
into excited chatter, and the boss silenced them with a fierce look. “Put a wee
bit on he wing. A wee bit, mind ye.”
Paying heed to the
instruction, Merry scooped sugar into a hand and began to sprinkle it lightly
on Quinn’s ravaged wing. “Like this?”
“Aye.”
He worked his way
slowly from the tip to the root of the wing where it met Quinn’s bloodied and
devastated back. Merry’s hand had bled from the rose thorn pricks and sugar
stuck to his palm. It built until a large clump of sugar oozed away and landed
with a silent splat on Quinn’s back. “S-sorry,” Merry excused as he looked down
at the mess.
Then Quinn’s back
began to heal outward from where the clump fell.
Oohs and ahhs
filled the air as Merry watched Quinn’s ruined back begin to smooth into
lily-white, unblemished skin.
“Ye hand! Let
we see ye hand!” the boss of the demi-fae shouted.
Fearful he’d done
something horribly wrong, Merry held his hand out for inspection.
“He bear a healing
hand!” the boss of the demi-fae shouted.
The demi-fae went
into a frenzy of epic proportions and cheered leaving Merry stunned and confused. What
is so freakin’ exciting about my hand?
I’m not a fai—
Before Merry could
untangle his jumbled thoughts, he heard his dad’s car pull into the driveway.
“Oh no,” he breathed, suddenly terrified.
“Ye look shook.
What be the matter?” the boss demi-fae asked.
“You have to hide!
My dad is home!”
“Go, go, be off
with ye!” the boss demi-fae ordered. The demi-fae scattered in every direction.
He turned to Merry and shoved his shoulder with a small, but surprisingly
forceful, hand. “Delay ye da’ but a nonce!”
Merry quickly left
the room, closed the door, and ran to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator
and pretended to rummage for something to eat just as his dad came through the
front door. By the sound of his unsteady footsteps, Merry knew he was drunk
again. Fear filled his veins as he pulled milk and chocolate syrup from the
refrigerator.
His dad entered
the kitchen, clearly displeased to find him there.
When Merry looked
at him, he was horror-stricken. It wasn’t his dad. Well, it was, but he was... different.
Merry rubbed his eyes, silently cursed his weird vision, and looked at his dad
again. Haloed in a dark aura of moving black mist, his features distorted and
eye sockets hollow, he looked downright evil. “H-hi, D-d-dad.”
“What are you
still doing up?” he grumbled.
“Had a l-lot of
homework and g-got hungry.”
His dad glared at
him. “Go to bed.”
Merry began to
return the milk and chocolate syrup to the refrigerator and his dad grabbed the
back of his shirt. Merry cowered in preparation for a blow and the half-gallon
of milk slipped from his grasp. It hit the floor with a thud, milk splashed and
splattered their small kitchen, and dripped from the tips of his dad’s black
hair.
“Damn you!” his
dad swore as he dragged Merry down the short hallway and slammed him against the bedroom door. “Go to bed!”
“I-I need to
c-c-clean up the m-milk.” Merry tried to pull away but his dad’s fist held fast
to his shirt.
“I said go to bed,
mister!”
Merry cowered
again as he tried to turn the doorknob behind him. His hand, now wet with milk
as well as slippery with blood and covered in sugar, slipped from the knob. The
mist around his dad began to boil on the air and his face seemed to turn grey
with wrath. Merry struggled frantically to turn the knob as his dad’s face grew even darker in the mist, but couldn’t get the door open before the first blow landed.
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OMG....You can't leave it here. Merry...
ReplyDeleteMore Sunday morning, KazzaK! Promise!
DeleteOMG!!! This is so intense. What a fantastic story. You are GREAT!! I can hardly wait until Sunday.
DeleteHey, Nativson, great to see you back again! Thank you for the compliments! As it turns out, it's a four chapter weekend. The third chapter was becoming a tome and I had to break it into two. :D Best laid plans of authors. Thanks for stopping by, Nativson, and I hope to see you here again soon!
DeleteWow. Merry didn't go blind but something changed about his vision! He's in trouble now and needs Quinn!! Will be awake until late tonight watching for the new chapter!
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LOL. More to come, Kerry! Thanks for stopping by. It's always great to see you here!
DeleteAwesome, Cody
ReplyDeleteThanks, Pelaam! It's always great to see you here!
DeleteAnother wonderful chapter. It is amazing how you threw in the hook for the next in this chapter. Every time I think I've read the most you can throw at me, you surprise me again.
ReplyDeleteI can't wait for tomorrow now.
:D Thank you, Damian. Writing a short story is probably one of the most difficult things an author can attempt to do. It requires that you're succint and don't embelish. A difficult task in a chapter that I've relegated to 2K words or less. And yeah, to bring in a hook, well, it doesn't always work and I have to re-work my mind. Thanks for stopping by and thanks for being a loyal reader of Fairy.
DeleteAwesome story!!! Truly enjoying it... Happened upon it when a friend recommended it. Glad she did! Can't wait to read more...
ReplyDeleteHey, Brad! Great to see you here! Always great to have new readers! I'm SO glad you're enjoying the story and so glad your friend recommended it! More to come tomorrow! As it turns out, it's going to be a FOUR chapter weekend. Chapter 13 is up now. Thanks again for dropping by. It's GREAT to see you here!
DeleteAnother great chapter! You do love to torture your boys, don't you? I suppose we'll just have to forgive you. ;-) Thanks for al you hard work on this, Cody! You rock!
ReplyDeleteLOL. Thank you, Shira! I only torture them a... bit... before something good happens! Thanks for keeping up with Fairy. It's always great to see you here.
DeleteThank Shira for forwarding a link on your update again! It's a pleasure to catch up with Merry and Quinn again. What a suspenseful read! The language barrier is kind of funny, and I love the way the demifae tend to mess up around Merry - and suddenly he's Lord Merry of the Healing Hand! Love the sight issue... and I am very curios to see where this will all lead!
ReplyDeleteHi, Katepavelle! It's great to see you here. I try to keep the story interesting but, more than anything, I try to keep it realistic in spite of the fact that it is a fantasy. Real life even affects the fae, after all! It's always great to see new readers here and I can't begin to tell you how happy I am that Fairy has intrigued you and made you smile. And THANK YOU, SHIRA! :D
DeleteNooooo! Leave your son alone! Gah. Let's see what happens next…
ReplyDeleteIt took everything I had not to cry for the pain Merry and Quinn are going through. Good work, Cody!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Moni!
DeleteAloha Cody.
ReplyDeleteI'm loving this. I love the healing of the flowers and the sugar. Like flower essences but in pure form :-). You provide wonderful imagery in your stories. I love it. And I'm completely hooked. :-). Thank you!!'
Aloha Meg. :-) <3
Glad you're enjoying it, Meg!
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