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Fairy Wings. chapters 1-3
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** * ... Fairy Wings ... * **
Written and drawn by Alexander Cole.
with 80 illustrations
copyright© Alexander Cole. 2013
Fairy Wings, on amazon.com
FAIRY WINGS
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CHAPTER ONE
page2 illustration: two birds
This is a story about three Fairies. Their names were Pixie, Dixie and Lixie. They were all very close friends. Each Fairy had a pair of beautiful butterfly wings and shallow cloth wrapped about her body. The cloth seemed to remain against their bodies as the passing wind pressed it to their skin. Their wings were each different and changed throughout the different times of the day. The shape of the wings stayed the same yet the decorative patterns and colors shifted; blending from one pattern to another, like clouds building and fading across the sky. In the morning hours, when the air was cool and crisp, the colors were a shade of blue. A blue that would weave vicariously back and forth between violet and greener shades. As the sun traveled from morning to noon the wings would change into more yellow colors,
page3 illustration: three fairies
with more contrasting shade and highlights. When the day would drift into evening, their wings that were before light and airy, would darken into shades of deep orange and red. At night they kept their continuous patterns adrift, but with more subtle changes and plain. Their wings would then have a very moth-like resemblance, all white and calm.
Such as these wings were, they also contained a great magic that was reasonably unnoticeable to the fairies. Their wings would cast around a gentle cloud of fairy dust, a pristine trail of sparkles that would float through the breeze; dense and yet extremely subtle. At some angles, and depending on the sighted-mind's attention, the dust would be almost invisible except for a slight scent of pollen. Puffs of fairy dust would fly out with every flutter and where ever they flew there settled a light coat of purely beautiful and refreshing glimmers.
Page4 illustration: fairies and bugs
For some folk who lived in the land, bugs were a most capricious species. They seemed to buzz and flutter their lives away with oblivious expenditures, and were apparently devoted to pure pointlessness. However compared to the measure of fairies, like Pixie, Dixie, and Lixie, the bugs were not so ambivalent and became steady friends to the fairies in that world.
It was a very woodsy world with patches of open fields, and streams with brisk crystal clear water. Little rivers and trickle ways that meandered through the grasses and among the shade of trees with water banks that were covered in mosses and delicate foliage. Bushes grew flowers berries. Fruits of many kinds where abundant all over, and in some places one could survive comfortably without more than a day's walk. Much of the realm was a lush oasis filled with nature's conveniences for birds, bugs, and fairies.
Page5 illustration: fairies on the river
When the sun rose high in the sky and made the day hot, they preferred the cool shade under the trees and among the undergrowth. Throughout the whole day they would wander back and forth from sun to shade. In this way they spread their curiosities and their fairy dust pollen. From shade to sun and from curiosity to laziness, they kept themselves occupied with all the the realm's treasures. Indeed the only chore, which they considered to be a little like work, was a fun harmless activity that most all fairies like them would expound upon. Especially when the day grew long, and boring nights grew cold and lonely. It was nothing more than a moment or two of snuggling, accompanied by feelings of impatience for a time to to start, and a longing for the time not to end.
Page6 illustration fairies together
It made them giggle with pleasure, until one of them would flutter her wings intensely and pollen would flurry out all over the forest floor. Never to be deemed a routine, but an amusement. What made it seem like work was how much they used their bodies- to the point of perspiration. Anything would trigger them into their work. Pixie, Dixie and Lixie simply cherished their interest in each other, and they would find any excuse to begin.
When they did finally find a moment to finish, one, or sometimes all of the fairies, would drift sleepily down from the air and rest their bodies on the soft mossy bed by the river side. They would fall asleep close to each other, singing quiet little hums.
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There came a day when Pixie, Dixie, and Lixie were fluttering about in the fields filled with tall grasses and flowers, not far from their fairy grove by the stream. Grasshoppers were flipping, busy bugs were buzzing about, and a dry summer air whispered though the daisies and other wild flowers. They came across a funny looking folk man. He was not unfamiliar, but he was in the process of a rather unfamiliar activity. The fairies' wings had brought them to a halt, hovering over the tall green reeds. The intense, quiet and extremely delicate flapping of their wings quickened the air around them, making their hair float about their faces. They might have blamed this fondling of air and hair on this unrecognized scene. It was very surprising. They looked at each other and saw that they were each gazing at the same sight. An idea from a new origin popped in their minds, with many, many other new ideas. Some ideas were spurred from concealed origins and were far beyond their reasoning and deciphering abilities. If they paused enough to think about the purpose of what this new enticement was doing they might not have distracted themselves from their other deeply devoted activities. Yet they followed their usual spontaneous and capricious nature too well and were enticed by an over-abundant array of desirous possibilities. Immediately they flew over to the folk man and indulged their curiosity.
Page8 illustration: moxer kneeling
His name was Moxer, the Gnome, as he would soon address himself. Pixie, Dixie and Lixie looked at Moxer with astonishment, for they had met many gnomes before but none as unique as Moxer. He was rather an untypical gnome, much of his attire would resemble the common gnome appearance, but it was what he was doing that struck the oddity about himself. Most all gnomes were busily occupying themselves with chores and duties, mostly underground in their homes and among earth level places. They stayed in particular places with familiar surroundings and their devotion for being practical was of an honorable respect. They never did more than what was necessary so long as it involved working for their belly's content. However, the task Moxer had set upon himself was by his native standards far out of normal.
He wore only a fair shirt made from a thin woolen cloth, which was very dirty with many days of work upon it. His pants were showing his knees through holes and they were tattered around the ankles. Some patches where stained with muddied moistures. These clothes were clearly in a state of continuous wear from his unceasing interest; it had him always kneeling
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down to the earth. All sorts of grasses and twigs, rocks and puddles, and everything else laying strewn along the ground, constantly nibbled away at the fabric. His interesting activity would find no fault in destroying perfectly well-made, and apparently not so durable, pants for a busy, hard-working gnome. It was the result of his labor that not only his dressings were different but his whole appearance was enough to raise suspicion, especially to anyone familiar with common gnome fashion.
Gnomes were extremely fond of reaping the rewards of their daily work, mainly laying around their homes and yards, and feasting on all the delicacies that come with being over domesticated. Normally the gnome's diet causes a rather round shape. An appearance that was not entirely interesting to most fairies. Fairies are very graceful and delicate, not so much lanky as they are flexible. Their over all compatibility with gnomes was something of an oddity as far as their physiques were concerned. Fairies and gnomes were very happy to live in each others presence and very often intermingled, but fairies were never attracted to gnomes in the same way that Pixie, Dixie, and Lixie were to Moxer. He was lean, comparing to any gnome, thin and stretched. He had no large belly or stumped legs. His features did not resemble
page10 illustration: Moxer
the common look that most gnomes were well known for; and the usual full beard-face was rather sparse for an average gnome style, with only short bunch of hair below his chin and cheek side. Most importantly, the very feature that was an instant calling-mark for all gnomes, his bright red hat was not so bright. It did not stand straight to a point. It was faded and the point turned down, and a folded brim that curled up so that it fit snugly on his brow. He worn it tipped back slightly enough as to not cause too much visual obstruction.
All of this was so unlike any gnome ever seen before. Pixie, Dixie, and Lixie were overwhelmed with numerous feelings, curiosities and wonders all at the same moment. These feelings mingled between each other and within themselves just like their ever-changing patterns on their wings. Though these changes and emotional mixings
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were stepped up a pace and did not happen over the duration of the passing day. They were felt within a fleeting moment, almost as quickly and with as much thrust and power as a gust of wind that carried their wings through the world. They looked at Moxer, and then looked at each other. They gave a little fairy giggle, which, surprisingly to them, did not distract his attention; even though he did hear them.
To Moxer, all fairies were beautiful and he especially admired how beautiful their wings were. They moved and functioned just like any other bug wing in nature, however the wings of fairies were dimensionally dynamic. It was an apparent blend between the motion of their fluttering and the membranous patterns that were so enamoring. It magnetized the sense of a magical presence. Only a rainbow could simulate that kind of illusionary form, and yet the wings could hold still and be touched. He thought that all the patterns originated from the experiences of the fairies. Their lives, that were so full of blissful intentions, grew into the visible designs. He looked up and smiled, seeing their bodies half silhouetted by the sun and their fluttering wings refracting a mellow buzz of prismatic colors. The three lovely fairies were smiling back and their eyes were flooded with an observant attention. Moxer put his work to a pause.
Page12 illustration: moxer meeting fairies
Pixie, Dixie, and Lixie flew in close to him and laughed almost in unison, and they set the air in motion around his body. Pixie was the first to take to her feet and landed on the ground with much grace, like a ripple along the water. She was instantly fond of Moxer and she wanted to embraced him warmly. Moxer said,
"Hello, Fairies of the wood. My kin call me Moxer the Gnome, from Evengrund."
"Pixie is me," the first fairy said with laugh and a curtsey. She tipped low to briefly look up to him and he took her hand in greeting. Her face went flush, almost matching the bright cream color of her blouse. Dixie then flew up between him and Pixie, and quickly took his hand. Her flying did not end with her feet touching the ground, she brushed up against him so that her chest touched his shoulder. Moxer could feel all the warmth from her heart. She spoke her name as she glided away.
" My name is Dixie." He could feel her light fairy dust trickling down on his skin.
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Before Moxer could draw a breath to reply anything the third fairy hovered down in front of him from above. She looked into his eyes with a more penetrating intent, very unlike how her friends did.
"Call me Lixie," she said. Then leaned forward, grazing her lips on his nose, and smiling when she saw his face in mid-realization that a streak of fairy moisture cooled on his skin. The three fairies had introduced themselves at a fairly quick pace and were already circling around him, flying with their beautiful wings. They continued in their greetings and Moxer readily forgot about the work he was doing. His bright expression and interest caused them to desire his company all the more.
"What brings you so far from your home?" Dixie asked Moxer. Though as much as he was impulsed to acquiesce into their world of fun and freedom, his mind then turned away from the three captivating fairies and he looked back to remember his last place. There he left the tool he was using, a great invention that he discovered; only recently. The fairies flew up and around, and went along with him back to the place where he had left his tool. All their introductions and pleas for him to stay, with polite and sometimes rather daring nudges to coax him towards a place to play, went unnoticed.
Page14 illustration: Moxer's task
The fairies had lead Moxer a good distance away They saw his searching and because the fairies where in flight and so much higher they immediately found what he was looking for. Dixie saw the tool and flew down saying,
"Is this the place where you were last?" She went to pick it up. It was a long stick and very straight with several evenly spaced markings along its length.
"Please don't move it, or my work will go to fault!"
exclaimed Moxer. "I'm measuring the world and each length of this ruler makes my count
increase." Pixie immediately placed it back and Moxer hurried over seeing to its proper place."What an interesting attempt," said Dixie, "but quite beyond our sense of glee."
"How came you to this lonely chore, to grow the lands that be?" rhymed Pixie. Immediately the three fairies swirled around and whisked him away again, with Moxer's arm stretched to theirs. He spun around in circles with them and they all escapaded through
page15 illustration: Moxer and fairies
the forest in circling dances while Moxer answered with his story.
"I started in a festive mirth when my gardens reached their end, I wanted much more dirt and earth, to give the flowers seeds to spend. By adding to the lands it would increase this world to be, with every ruler span I make, it grows the lands we see." By now the fairies and Moxer where over towards the river. He continued, "Then all the flowers can spread their beauty far beyond all we know, for every time I count a number the land will always grow."
As Moxer was completing his rhyme, one which he had been practicing and developing for quite a time, Pixie, Dixie, and Lixie were already teasing him to play their games. They blew on his ears, and made extended attempts to brush their fairy dust off him; laughing
and giggling as they swept around extra areas. Pixie pretended to over-flutter her wings and kept flying into him, causing more dust. Lixie's wings flapped on his face and Moxer sneezed.
Page16 illustration: Fairies stealing hat
" Do all gnomes from Evengrin look as handsome as you?" Pixie asked.
"So tall and lean, and straight and strong?"
continued Lixie. "You must have traveled long," said Pixie again.
"You should play with us," said Lixie.
"The brook is down the hill," said Dixie.
"The water is nice and warm," said Pixie.
"Leave your silly labor," said Lixie.
"And keep our company for this day," said Pixie.
"Sip some water and calm your heels," said Dixie.
"Come and see how fairy love feels," said Lixie. Dixie quickly snatched Moxer's hat and dangled it above his head. He quickly tried to grab it back but Dixie was too quick. She sprinted into the air casting down a soft cloud of dust into his face. He sneezed again while they tossed the hat between each other. Moxer couldn't get it. Soon he was chasing after them and could not help but to laugh as they were laughing. For some reason chasing them conjured a sudden freshness. They dodged around trees and under leaves.
page17 illustration: teasing Moxer
Lixie took hold of Moxer's hands and spun him around so fast that his feet could hardly keep up. For a short moment he was suspended in a spin and she let him go! He stumbled and fell onto a soft mossy patch. The surprise on Moxer's face went blank as Pixie flapped the hat down on his head. He stood up, became too dizzy from the spin, reached out to catch hold of something and bent down a low branch. It bumped into Lixie and she collapsed into the others, and they all fell to the ground amidst a puff of fairy dust. Now Moxer was giggling. They sat up stunned, then flew straight at him. He blocked and squirmed as the fairies blew raspberries on his neck and belly. It was an exhilarating moment for all of them because they laughed so hard and long.
They all tumbled down onto a soft mossy bed next to the brook. It had been a very hot day, and after playing so much, the fairies and the gnome were tired. The ground was cool near the water, and the sun was gleaming.
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Through the trees there came beams of light. The fairies and the gnome were surrounded in a warm bubble of coziness and they dozed in a loving stupor. The grasses and clover, nestled in various directions, blanketed them from the pleasant blowing breezes. Throughout the course of their time together the sun had given them light in late afternoon but soon the light fell slowly from strong yellows to evening oranges and reds. As if all the colors around had absorbed the qualities of the four sleeping bodies and sipped from their soothing, blissful senses. The color mixed together and stimulated each other so that the whole environment was glazed and saturated by no dominate hue.
Slowly the sky above became enamored with the same feelings, grading from cool blues to warming reflections of the setting sun. The brook running close by was dazzling with tranquil water sounds, so serene that the gentle trickles and babbling made Moxer's eyes wavered while his arms and body relaxed. The three fairies were laying strewn about him. Their wings tousled among them and gentle deep breaths were all that moved them.
The fairies had fallen asleep almost immediately but Moxer's mind stayed from omitting any moments and he lingered with the passing time. Everything was spinning, yet it was a comforting dizziness.
Page19 illustration: moxer fairies in the grove
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The forest realm whirled with an unusual turning yet nothing felt insecure. The movement did not revolve around any central reference but from a place far beyond the perspective of sight. The feelings of the outer creations pooled between his eyes and the view wandered all around the various aspects of the wooded realm. His endeavor to expand the lands brought him to this far-away place, to a place that's been freshly created. It sparkled with unknown expectations and no matter what lay between the trees or hills, the realm filled with a new glory. Yet unknowingly to Moxer was an ever greater sense of emptiness. Now that he was far away there came a small feeling of desolation. All was becoming
silhouetted and the faint dwindling rays of sun shimmered away their final passing. Far beyond, above the highest winds, small sparkles of stars twinkled. Tiny stars grew out of the sky like sparse blooming flowers. First one star, then two, and then a third. Four stars and five. More and more appeared. Soon the sun was completely captured by the farthest horizon and the all stars were in such abundance that they had become a challenge to keep count. From one to another Moxer's eyes danced in sleepy numbers, counting while his lids shut unnoticeably. His mind still roamed, until a small
page21 illustration: tree tops
final flash of consciousness overcame his slumber and his eye lids peaked open
once more. Seeing towards the heavens he wondered, how many stars. How long would it take to count them all. A small puff of fairy dust drifted past Moxer's last conscious sense, and taking in a full breath, the whole dream enclosed him.
CHAPTER TWO
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The three fairies were already fast asleep long before Moxer. Their bodies were in tune with the easements of their world and going from such energetic activities to complete relaxation was a system they naturally were accustomed to; and this moderation has in the past worked very well for them. On any other occasion this early evening's snooze would have subsided and they would have already been flighting their wings to some
other place among the deepening twilights Though on this night nothing was going to motivate their wings to do anything more than rest with their bodies submerged in dreams. They have never before been so physically spent; for Moxer's appearance put them well beyond their usual capacity and their dreams were completely fostered by their overflowing feelings of satisfaction.
Page23 illustration: moxer fairies sleeping
One remarkable condition that had not occurred before, and to the three fairies this would not be known, was that their wings gave off a rather bright glow with a deep hue of vivid red. Normally their wings were always showing a subtle luminosity and while they slept the light would usually subside. However on this evening their bodies and all the nearby surfaces were shrouded with this red radiance. The patterns within were very animated, and the designs rolled out from the roots and flowed off to the edges like the rippling motions along the waters. These interior formations were in perfect ratios to each other. The textures within would swirl into little whirl pools, laced with tiny concentric circles and smaller swirls.
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These designs were very impressionable to the common wings of most fluttery creatures, like moths and butterflies. Though the decorations of bugs were fairly steady throughout their lives; these fairy designs were in constant successive motion that ages of evolutionary drafting happened within moments and yet the smooth changes were nearly unapparent. It was happening with an invisible speed that was characteristic to all celestial qualities. There was no sacrifice of comfort, these wings were so soft and flexible, and also extremely strong when needed. When Pixie, Dixie and Lixie slept the wings also slept. Their activities and auras faded during the deep sleep hours. They folded perfectly over their beautiful body contours and lay as blankets for warmth.
On all other nights the three fairies would not have such an attracting feature and they would have slept throughout the night as hidden in the darkness as anything else within the forest realm. They would perch high up in the arms of trees nestled among bunches of leaves, and rest safely until morning. But their interlude with Moxer made them weary of their usual bedtime places, and desiring to rest comfortably by the side of their new friend caused all concerns for danger to diminish away.
Page25 illustration: goblin numbles
During the night it happened that the soft auric glow of the fairy's wings attracted not only innocent moths, who harmlessly danced in delicate circles above them, but also curious nocturnal creatures creeping among the shadows.
One such creature caught sight of the happy red glow of the wings and drew in closer. Parting the leaves and branches of a nearby bush, two cold gleaming eyes saw the four happy bodies emanating a warm glow. Anyone who was awake at that moment would see a gnarled hunched body quietly sneak out of hiding and over to the fairies and Moxer. An ugly Goblin named Numbles. He had a long nose full of nasty senses and a wide gaping mouth full of pointed teeth. Clothed in a muddy cloth with shoes caked and stained with dirt, and a hat that drooped down over his long, grimy hair.
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A thin body, though quite strong, leaned over and just barely touched the skin on Pixie's leg. He wanted to feel the skin and gorge on the feminine delicacies with such a fever that his mouth began drooling, and the goblin licked the sick saliva all over his cratered lips. Among his silent breaths evil thoughts would have been brought to action if the creature had not spied Moxer and his great strong body laying among the fairies. The goblin was deterred, for the moment, and stood as still as stone over the four sleeping beauties. Then, with unhesitant movements, a sleek blade was fingered from out of hiding and the goblin's gaze slowly shifted from Moxer's exposed neck to the red luminous wings of the fairies. One by one, the blade cut off the wings from the fairies and the goblin bundled them up. The wings still retained their glow but were shoved tightly under the goblin's arm, and then were stolen away.
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A despicable grin crossed the goblin's face as he made ready to run off into the darkness,
but then goblin's devilry had yet one more intention. Laying beside Moxer were his clothes
and red hat; and even the goblin could see that this hat was red beyond the colorful tint of the luminous wings. The goblin quickly reached, nearly loosing his balance, and with a long arm snatched Moxer's hat without breaking stride. Then he disappeared through the woods. Such a mania possessed the goblin that he ran wildly in and out of the trees with giggles and snickers of accomplishment. Three pairs of wings and a hat was his booty, and all were crammed securely in his grasp. The faint glow of the wings could be seen weaving among the undergrowth and soon vanished all together.
The goblin had run madly back to a lair deep in the remote parts of the forests. It did not take long, for the way was well known and soon he was home. There he quickly stuffed the wings in an old sack along with two other sacks and threw his old hat in the corner. He placed on Moxer's relatively new hat which nearly didn't fit. The goblin ran off into the woods again. He had little time to spare and a lot of distance to cover. Goblins move fast when they want to, the direction was familiar. Numbles ran with the large bundle over his shoulder, occasionally glaring up through the tree tops to check night sky above.
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After a long time the woods began to open and the underbrush became sparse. The ground was rocky and soon the goblin ran out of the lush areas of the realm through a great open field. There were no more trees or bushes, and soon there was no more grass. The sky and the bare horizon loomed all around. The land had changed into a desert plain. The ground was hard baked and cracked with a token shrub that had long ago died and dried. The goblin ran a long distance and knew the exact destination. The falling moon light beamed among the sky just enough to silhouette the far away mountains which he used as a guidance. He hated the moon, yet he hated the sun more and traveling through this open land was something he could only endure at night. The pace was quickened at the thought of having to return this way, back to his lair before sun rise. Eventually his evil eyes spied a great tree breaching above the darkness of the horizon. It was an immense tree that stood all by itself on the desert plain.
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The base was large enough to encompass dozens of normal trees together. The goblin
paused at its roots and took a short moment to catch some breath. Then he began to climb. He used all the jutting crevices of bark and snarled growths to pull himself up and reaching the first branch he peered above saw a scattered assortment of other broken and age worn branches, leafless and lifeless. At the very top was a spread of old large branches and nubs that crowned the tree with a menacing magnificence. There hung an enormous sphere, black against the star-speckled sky. Almost the same girth of the tree itself and it was the source of a penetrating humming sound that forebode all around. The sphere was marvelously constructed at the top most limbs and the weight of it bent down the highest branch. The goblin was a tiny pebble compared to the size of the blacken insect hive.
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After climbing to the limb just below the hive's entrance he began calling out aloud and
yelling, and shaking his fists."Come to me now, you Wasps of Weavington. Fly to me and learn my intentions." There was nothing, no change or any affect. He continued,
"Wicked winged demons that sting, answer my call and claim this gift I bring." He called
more and more demands, and shouting curses, the goblin broke a piece of bark and threw it blindly in an impatient rage. After a soft sounding impact, there came an even deeper humming and then a buzzing. Soon there was a whirl of black shapes flying all around the goblin and this struck a jolt of fear in him. He crouched low covering his head. Giant wasps grazed at him with their prickly legs and flapping at him with violent strobing wings. The sounds of their buzzing grew and grew, more and more of them came streaming from the giant hive above.
Then they all hovered around him like a hollow globe and a commanding wasp approached
the frightened little creature; it spoke, saying,
"Return to your lands by the same way you left. Your presence is not welcome, we will sting to you death," said the wasp with a horrid dialect riddled with buzzes and zzz's. Despite the
fear running within, the goblin boldly addressed the wasp, holding up the sack which he
brought from his lair.
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"I bring this gift for your kings you serve in exchange for sweet honey from your flooding
reserve." said the goblin in reply. All the wasps buzzed louder and all flew in closer so that their wings flapped together making an even greater commotion. Then saying the lead wasp,
"Neither honey or life will make known this gift or be shown your doom." The wasp landed on the branch close to the goblin. Two large catacomb eyes and a great gaping pair of
jaws fronted threateningly. The goblin cowered backwards and brought forth his rancid little sack; an approaching surprise was noticeable through the material. A soft aura of red light radiated out and contained such a magical power that it seemed to muffle all the noise of the angry swarm. Red light was strewn on all the wasps and cast along all the features of the tree, dwindling into hard shadows on the looming hive above. The wasps flew in crazy paths
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caught in a freak surprise by the gleaming color. Even the goblin shaded his eyes and was
enamored by the unexpected brilliance, but the lead wasp was not daunted and the antennas patted the small ends of the fairies' wings.
"I entreat to the wasp kings these three pair of fairy wings for three full sacks of honey pure and I'll bother this hive again no more," said the goblin, prosing with as much poise as he could muster. All the wasps continued in a frenzied clamor, buzzing and clicking their feet. They flew in tighter circles and closed in around the goblin. He began to feel extremely threatened and grew scared. He showed ugly sneers and clutched the sack of wings until the aura closed off. The lead wasp approached very close, pushing his smooth sculpted head shaped to a point. Cold black eyes, each with thousands of reflective facets glared so close to the goblin who was blocked from shrinking away. There was no escape, all the swarm blocked every direction and dozens of wasps had landed behind the goblin and began pushing him forward towards the lead wasp. The sack was taken and the lead wasp flew up with it, and crawled in through the gaping mouth of the hive. Some wasps followed but multitudes of others began to bully the goblin. He lashed back at them, thinking that they completely forsook the deal and flat out stolen the booty. The torment grew
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worse and the goblin lost balance, and dangled over the limb's edge. The wings were gone from him, forever, and the night's darkness sheathed the great distance to the ground far below. The wasps were also hindered by the lack of light, yet they found their delight and snatched the goblin from off the tree. Many wasps groped at him, piercing his garments and passing his weight between each other. The goblin gawked with hideous cries and struggled madly, but it soon ended. He found himself bumping to the ground with only a few scratches, and then the wasps buzzed away. The goblin scrambled to his feet, he made ready to burst out in mad curses, despite his harmless transport. Then a small group of wasps flew down from the hive and dropped at his feet three fat sacks of honey, seeping and sticky. All the clamor grew quiet except for a few guarding bees whizzing around the hive above. The goblin passed no thoughts of appreciation and made many evil gestures. There he sat, in the dim twilight of morning, at the roots
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of the great tree and he ate an entire sack of honey. All the sweet syrup passed to his stomach. He scrapped the walls of the sack with wet fingers and sucked and licked all that he could gather. There was no break in eagerness and his gluttonous craving found no satisfaction even as he grew to hate the flavor. The remaining two sacks were clumsily shouldered and distorted with jellish bulges, and not without various overflows and drippings from bursting seams. In the goblin's rush to return home, the honey gathered all over his legs and feet, and collected masses of dirt and soil. Though nothing hindered his way and he found his lair before the morning grew too bright.
CHAPTER THREE
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The sun rose clear and strong like it had done every morning in the world. Clouds, that wandered amidst the crystal blue sky, danced around the climbing hot blazing light like slow will o' the wisps; and they were careful not to cast shadows upon beautiful places. The tree tops moshed all varieties of leaves and reached delightfully beyond the highest branches; finding a joyous ambition in touching every hot sun ray and acquiesced in the cool passing breeze. Birds flew through the branches, landing, taking off, singing and prancing with feathered wings. Their songs twittering with as much energy as the flashing reflections on the trickling waters of the brook below. Flowers bloomed to their fullest and flecked the forest floor with all sorts of lively colors. Rich patches spread throughout all the green grasses and some bunched together so that no area of the forest contained a solid hue but was an even mixture of all things that grew.
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In places the trees were open enough to let beams of light shine down into the deeply shaded areas and the full colors of the forest undergrowth were shown in scattered patches, brightly glowing like scattered embers from nature's hearth. Embedded within the plushy ferns and grasses, next to the sparkling stream, the three Fairies and Moxer were still consumed in deep sleep, despite the day's revving awakening. Their bodies were all tangled together, legs twined about each other and arms wrapped in hugs of affection. They haven't moved since the cool night hours, and their forms were pressed together to keep their warmth from escaping.
Now the sun was raring down and it became a full heated morning, and their skin began to glisten with moistures. There was a subtle movement. Moxer rolled to one side, ever so slightly, and he felt the three lovelies do the same; beginning to awake with gentle inhales, movements and ever so delicate sounds. They also batted away their dreamy state and each vaguely glanced upon the other with semi-conscious blissfulness. Moxer's eyes opened and absorbed the entire morning splendor; the colors and action. Everything that was alive beamed into his awakening senses. Moxer remembered the hour from yesterday
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when he had first set his eyes to these beautiful fairy beings. They were so alive and carefree. Without having tasted of their pure gifts of love he would have never imagined the kind of reality the fairies experience. Sincere capriciousness and affectionate acceptance of all feelings, the kind that generate honest motives and genuine characterisms. They exhibit themselves with a reflective quality, so that it seemed as if the love that he felt was brought to him by them, by what they offered to him, and all the love he absorbed radiated back to them in three fold. His heart was enhanced from his own single passion to a trinity of semblances that exposed many other unmeasurable dimensions of this realm.
Water gently babbled over river rocks the same way these thoughts flowed through Moxer's mind. The sun tinseled light in all directions as he coalesced in all these sensations. He heard a gentle intake of breath from one of the fairies besides him. Then the sound of a horrible scream!
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The sound shredded and blared through all the forest. Such a shrill pitch and power in that cry that the river water vibrated, dead leaves fell from trees, and birds and beasts were startled in sudden panic. Another cry, and then another. The three fairies all held each other's hands and stood stricken in extreme shock, their bodies withered from the tremendous out pour of their agony. They continued screaming over and over. Moxer had sprung to his feet like lightning and partook in the awful scene. Their wings were gone! Pixie, Dixie and Lixie already had cheeks drenched in tears, their eyes slanted by tragedy. They jumped up and landed back to the ground, while their wing stumps flittered empty on their backs. A dark shadow passed through their minds. Pixie wandered through the bushes in shallow circles, realizing how defenseless they had all become. She began to search the area, not knowing
if she was looking inward to her thoughts, or in the empty woods.
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Pixie collapsed where she stood and crouched so tight in a little bodily ball and shook violently with seizing whimpers. Her beautiful face was buried in her body like a seed, her mind anticipating a life where all her joy would sprout roots and she would forever be shackled to the earth. Lixie had contained the most composure. Her hands held her head while her deep exasperations about her empty shoulders transcended into a loud pointed question.
"Where are our wings!" She screamed at the top of her voice. The words were nearly indiscernible through the tempered volume, and expressions that grew with enraged anger. Her brows pressed a vengeful shape. Her body squeezed with much effort to expel all the pain boiling within. Again she screamed,
"Where are our wings!" Even louder. All the forest was a quiet suspense as Lixie's anger was reverberating, diminishing through the trees. She screamed again, even louder.
"You stole them!"
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The words were still the same yet even more distorted. The other two fairies focused their grief and began calling out just the same, they too became alert of Lixie's attention. Moxer was suddenly torn away from his helpless state of empathy and was suddenly bewildered. He was stricken stiff and at that moment he could only find an answer with a shrug of his shoulders. He managed a few brief words, but they were quickly winded beyond the sound of the three fairies. They screamed and screamed their questions in broken sync. He felt his stomach fall, groping for innocence, feeling an echo of the horror that rampaged through his close new friends. A rock flew passed and Moxer ducked! An unstoppable tidal wave of rage and pain towered over him in the form of three little fairies. They were blindly consumed with a powerful emotive urge for resolution. Moxer could do nothing to tame their sudden onslaught and he began backing away into the forest. The fairies grabbed at anything they could get their hands on and wildly pitched at Moxer with all their strength. Rocks, sticks, leaves that would only flip up and float off. They attacked Moxer in a spurted tantrum. For a moment he tried to stay as close as he could, hoping their outbursts would subside and settle. However the more he remained in their sight the harder the fairies chased him.
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They had been so used to floating on soft air that they were not use to the bushes and uneven ground. Their feet were not accustomed to moving without wings and could not endure the harsh features of the forest floor. Moxer realized that they were hurting themselves while pursuing him through the thick woods. Beyond all the infliction, the fairies' anger did not dissolve. Not knowing what they would have done to him if he stayed and hoping their composure would return if he weer absent, Moxer thought it best to flee completely. His body was much more used to traveling on foot and he made off at a great speed, and then disappeared behind all the trees.
The fairies continued chasing into an empty forest and each eventually collapsed in a whirl of sadness, disillusionment and fear. After a long while they grew calm, mostly from sheer exhaustion. Their faces stained with tears, their bodies quivering from the chill. The day grew cloudy and no sunlight rays warmed any colors. Everything was damp and gray.The three fairies awkwardly trekked back to their grove, their minds in a half state of meditation. When they returned, nothing was as they recognized. All around the grass and leaves loomed over them, their tall height was now intimidating,
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What was before a peaceful realm, generous in giving and growing, became an enclosing fence of nature. They couldn't fly over the river, they couldn't float up into the trees. They could no longer travel great distances with ease. Shrubs and bushes blocked so many directions with thick branches and thorns, shielding hidden corners of terrain and aiding fearful mysteries that could creep out at any moment; or lie patiently in evil observation. Their world that was once joyous and everlasting inverted into a whirlwind of dangerous possibilities, every which way seemed as a dead end. The forest enclosed around them like a massive mouth and swallowed their last bit of comfort. Feeling lost and utterly hopeless the fairies collapsed again in each others arms. A clear blood seeped from their wing stubs, the air glazing the wounds bit like a frozen tooth. Together they wept on the very same grassy knoll where they had slept with Moxer. Sweet memories now were dominated by pains.
Lixie caught sight of an object lying an arm's reach away. It was half buried in grasses and clover. Pixie and Dixie were also drawn to it. A black blade, arced to the point with the hilt wrapped in an ugly leather weave, sticky and dirty. A bad feeling descended down that was worse than anything felt so far.
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They then realized that this was the blade that caused all their suffering. Such an eruption of inner pain pierced their hearts. Knowing a gnome would have never possessed a blade like that, they swooned in a daze. Lixie remained fixed as stone, her inner thoughts were boiling with a mixture that had no pleasant description. Dixie, who began to sway like a wind whipped tree, cast a glancing eye to the edge of the river and caught sight of another discovery. There pressed into the mud was a footprint, misshapen, yet undeteriorated. She leaned over it, motioning towards it with a sustained whimper. All their proofs were definite. The blade and the foot print where none other then goblin fashion, and they knew it. Fairies were not wholly ignorant of the presence of evil. They have always been aware of things that are harmful and malefic. Goblins, kobolds, imps and demons.
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Dixie fell on her hands and knees and squeezed the mud through her fingers, releasing a stifled wail. She buried her face in the mud, yearning to find some relief, trying to smother all the feelings of treachery that now was bursting through each of them. A seizure of memories gripped their minds, of how they projected such unnecessary hate and guilt towards Moxer and having him accursed from their hearts. Their capricious nature deceived their initial feelings about Moxer, all the while the doings where from a goblin's hand. Lixie built such a rage inside of her that she began panting and her face grew hot and grim. Pixie glared at the knife, her expression passed to each of the fairies like a spreading flame, empathetic. Finally whispering a name through her hard sobbing,
"That Goblin, Numbles!"
Lixie made a resolution and stood, gripping the knife. The other two fairies knew her intention and they all found a small place of composure.
"Let's find this goblin and repay this deed." said Dixie
"He'll feel our wrath while we make him bleed." said Pixie.
"His lair is not far from here, beyond the hill." continued
Lixie.
"Day will turn night when we make our kill." said Dixie.
They each sucked up their tears and took a deep breath. Their sorrow turned into anger and revenge, and they found strength
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to drive them forward. They would not waste away in wells of weeping and lamenting , or be subdued by the wilds of the land. Casting away all considerations for their last remnants of self-wellness, they shouldered through all the thick forest and went out into the realm to find the goblin.
continues... chapters 4-9
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** * ... Fairy Wings ... * **
Written and drawn by Alexander Cole.
with 80 illustrations
copyright© Alexander Cole. 2013
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FAIRY WINGS
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CHAPTER ONE
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This is a story about three Fairies. Their names were Pixie, Dixie and Lixie. They were all very close friends. Each Fairy had a pair of beautiful butterfly wings and shallow cloth wrapped about her body. The cloth seemed to remain against their bodies as the passing wind pressed it to their skin. Their wings were each different and changed throughout the different times of the day. The shape of the wings stayed the same yet the decorative patterns and colors shifted; blending from one pattern to another, like clouds building and fading across the sky. In the morning hours, when the air was cool and crisp, the colors were a shade of blue. A blue that would weave vicariously back and forth between violet and greener shades. As the sun traveled from morning to noon the wings would change into more yellow colors,
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with more contrasting shade and highlights. When the day would drift into evening, their wings that were before light and airy, would darken into shades of deep orange and red. At night they kept their continuous patterns adrift, but with more subtle changes and plain. Their wings would then have a very moth-like resemblance, all white and calm.
Such as these wings were, they also contained a great magic that was reasonably unnoticeable to the fairies. Their wings would cast around a gentle cloud of fairy dust, a pristine trail of sparkles that would float through the breeze; dense and yet extremely subtle. At some angles, and depending on the sighted-mind's attention, the dust would be almost invisible except for a slight scent of pollen. Puffs of fairy dust would fly out with every flutter and where ever they flew there settled a light coat of purely beautiful and refreshing glimmers.
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For some folk who lived in the land, bugs were a most capricious species. They seemed to buzz and flutter their lives away with oblivious expenditures, and were apparently devoted to pure pointlessness. However compared to the measure of fairies, like Pixie, Dixie, and Lixie, the bugs were not so ambivalent and became steady friends to the fairies in that world.
It was a very woodsy world with patches of open fields, and streams with brisk crystal clear water. Little rivers and trickle ways that meandered through the grasses and among the shade of trees with water banks that were covered in mosses and delicate foliage. Bushes grew flowers berries. Fruits of many kinds where abundant all over, and in some places one could survive comfortably without more than a day's walk. Much of the realm was a lush oasis filled with nature's conveniences for birds, bugs, and fairies.
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When the sun rose high in the sky and made the day hot, they preferred the cool shade under the trees and among the undergrowth. Throughout the whole day they would wander back and forth from sun to shade. In this way they spread their curiosities and their fairy dust pollen. From shade to sun and from curiosity to laziness, they kept themselves occupied with all the the realm's treasures. Indeed the only chore, which they considered to be a little like work, was a fun harmless activity that most all fairies like them would expound upon. Especially when the day grew long, and boring nights grew cold and lonely. It was nothing more than a moment or two of snuggling, accompanied by feelings of impatience for a time to to start, and a longing for the time not to end.
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It made them giggle with pleasure, until one of them would flutter her wings intensely and pollen would flurry out all over the forest floor. Never to be deemed a routine, but an amusement. What made it seem like work was how much they used their bodies- to the point of perspiration. Anything would trigger them into their work. Pixie, Dixie and Lixie simply cherished their interest in each other, and they would find any excuse to begin.
When they did finally find a moment to finish, one, or sometimes all of the fairies, would drift sleepily down from the air and rest their bodies on the soft mossy bed by the river side. They would fall asleep close to each other, singing quiet little hums.
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There came a day when Pixie, Dixie, and Lixie were fluttering about in the fields filled with tall grasses and flowers, not far from their fairy grove by the stream. Grasshoppers were flipping, busy bugs were buzzing about, and a dry summer air whispered though the daisies and other wild flowers. They came across a funny looking folk man. He was not unfamiliar, but he was in the process of a rather unfamiliar activity. The fairies' wings had brought them to a halt, hovering over the tall green reeds. The intense, quiet and extremely delicate flapping of their wings quickened the air around them, making their hair float about their faces. They might have blamed this fondling of air and hair on this unrecognized scene. It was very surprising. They looked at each other and saw that they were each gazing at the same sight. An idea from a new origin popped in their minds, with many, many other new ideas. Some ideas were spurred from concealed origins and were far beyond their reasoning and deciphering abilities. If they paused enough to think about the purpose of what this new enticement was doing they might not have distracted themselves from their other deeply devoted activities. Yet they followed their usual spontaneous and capricious nature too well and were enticed by an over-abundant array of desirous possibilities. Immediately they flew over to the folk man and indulged their curiosity.
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His name was Moxer, the Gnome, as he would soon address himself. Pixie, Dixie and Lixie looked at Moxer with astonishment, for they had met many gnomes before but none as unique as Moxer. He was rather an untypical gnome, much of his attire would resemble the common gnome appearance, but it was what he was doing that struck the oddity about himself. Most all gnomes were busily occupying themselves with chores and duties, mostly underground in their homes and among earth level places. They stayed in particular places with familiar surroundings and their devotion for being practical was of an honorable respect. They never did more than what was necessary so long as it involved working for their belly's content. However, the task Moxer had set upon himself was by his native standards far out of normal.
He wore only a fair shirt made from a thin woolen cloth, which was very dirty with many days of work upon it. His pants were showing his knees through holes and they were tattered around the ankles. Some patches where stained with muddied moistures. These clothes were clearly in a state of continuous wear from his unceasing interest; it had him always kneeling
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down to the earth. All sorts of grasses and twigs, rocks and puddles, and everything else laying strewn along the ground, constantly nibbled away at the fabric. His interesting activity would find no fault in destroying perfectly well-made, and apparently not so durable, pants for a busy, hard-working gnome. It was the result of his labor that not only his dressings were different but his whole appearance was enough to raise suspicion, especially to anyone familiar with common gnome fashion.
Gnomes were extremely fond of reaping the rewards of their daily work, mainly laying around their homes and yards, and feasting on all the delicacies that come with being over domesticated. Normally the gnome's diet causes a rather round shape. An appearance that was not entirely interesting to most fairies. Fairies are very graceful and delicate, not so much lanky as they are flexible. Their over all compatibility with gnomes was something of an oddity as far as their physiques were concerned. Fairies and gnomes were very happy to live in each others presence and very often intermingled, but fairies were never attracted to gnomes in the same way that Pixie, Dixie, and Lixie were to Moxer. He was lean, comparing to any gnome, thin and stretched. He had no large belly or stumped legs. His features did not resemble
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the common look that most gnomes were well known for; and the usual full beard-face was rather sparse for an average gnome style, with only short bunch of hair below his chin and cheek side. Most importantly, the very feature that was an instant calling-mark for all gnomes, his bright red hat was not so bright. It did not stand straight to a point. It was faded and the point turned down, and a folded brim that curled up so that it fit snugly on his brow. He worn it tipped back slightly enough as to not cause too much visual obstruction.
All of this was so unlike any gnome ever seen before. Pixie, Dixie, and Lixie were overwhelmed with numerous feelings, curiosities and wonders all at the same moment. These feelings mingled between each other and within themselves just like their ever-changing patterns on their wings. Though these changes and emotional mixings
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were stepped up a pace and did not happen over the duration of the passing day. They were felt within a fleeting moment, almost as quickly and with as much thrust and power as a gust of wind that carried their wings through the world. They looked at Moxer, and then looked at each other. They gave a little fairy giggle, which, surprisingly to them, did not distract his attention; even though he did hear them.
To Moxer, all fairies were beautiful and he especially admired how beautiful their wings were. They moved and functioned just like any other bug wing in nature, however the wings of fairies were dimensionally dynamic. It was an apparent blend between the motion of their fluttering and the membranous patterns that were so enamoring. It magnetized the sense of a magical presence. Only a rainbow could simulate that kind of illusionary form, and yet the wings could hold still and be touched. He thought that all the patterns originated from the experiences of the fairies. Their lives, that were so full of blissful intentions, grew into the visible designs. He looked up and smiled, seeing their bodies half silhouetted by the sun and their fluttering wings refracting a mellow buzz of prismatic colors. The three lovely fairies were smiling back and their eyes were flooded with an observant attention. Moxer put his work to a pause.
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Pixie, Dixie, and Lixie flew in close to him and laughed almost in unison, and they set the air in motion around his body. Pixie was the first to take to her feet and landed on the ground with much grace, like a ripple along the water. She was instantly fond of Moxer and she wanted to embraced him warmly. Moxer said,
"Hello, Fairies of the wood. My kin call me Moxer the Gnome, from Evengrund."
"Pixie is me," the first fairy said with laugh and a curtsey. She tipped low to briefly look up to him and he took her hand in greeting. Her face went flush, almost matching the bright cream color of her blouse. Dixie then flew up between him and Pixie, and quickly took his hand. Her flying did not end with her feet touching the ground, she brushed up against him so that her chest touched his shoulder. Moxer could feel all the warmth from her heart. She spoke her name as she glided away.
" My name is Dixie." He could feel her light fairy dust trickling down on his skin.
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Before Moxer could draw a breath to reply anything the third fairy hovered down in front of him from above. She looked into his eyes with a more penetrating intent, very unlike how her friends did.
"Call me Lixie," she said. Then leaned forward, grazing her lips on his nose, and smiling when she saw his face in mid-realization that a streak of fairy moisture cooled on his skin. The three fairies had introduced themselves at a fairly quick pace and were already circling around him, flying with their beautiful wings. They continued in their greetings and Moxer readily forgot about the work he was doing. His bright expression and interest caused them to desire his company all the more.
"What brings you so far from your home?" Dixie asked Moxer. Though as much as he was impulsed to acquiesce into their world of fun and freedom, his mind then turned away from the three captivating fairies and he looked back to remember his last place. There he left the tool he was using, a great invention that he discovered; only recently. The fairies flew up and around, and went along with him back to the place where he had left his tool. All their introductions and pleas for him to stay, with polite and sometimes rather daring nudges to coax him towards a place to play, went unnoticed.
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The fairies had lead Moxer a good distance away They saw his searching and because the fairies where in flight and so much higher they immediately found what he was looking for. Dixie saw the tool and flew down saying,
"Is this the place where you were last?" She went to pick it up. It was a long stick and very straight with several evenly spaced markings along its length.
"Please don't move it, or my work will go to fault!"
exclaimed Moxer. "I'm measuring the world and each length of this ruler makes my count
increase." Pixie immediately placed it back and Moxer hurried over seeing to its proper place."What an interesting attempt," said Dixie, "but quite beyond our sense of glee."
"How came you to this lonely chore, to grow the lands that be?" rhymed Pixie. Immediately the three fairies swirled around and whisked him away again, with Moxer's arm stretched to theirs. He spun around in circles with them and they all escapaded through
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the forest in circling dances while Moxer answered with his story.
"I started in a festive mirth when my gardens reached their end, I wanted much more dirt and earth, to give the flowers seeds to spend. By adding to the lands it would increase this world to be, with every ruler span I make, it grows the lands we see." By now the fairies and Moxer where over towards the river. He continued, "Then all the flowers can spread their beauty far beyond all we know, for every time I count a number the land will always grow."
As Moxer was completing his rhyme, one which he had been practicing and developing for quite a time, Pixie, Dixie, and Lixie were already teasing him to play their games. They blew on his ears, and made extended attempts to brush their fairy dust off him; laughing
and giggling as they swept around extra areas. Pixie pretended to over-flutter her wings and kept flying into him, causing more dust. Lixie's wings flapped on his face and Moxer sneezed.
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" Do all gnomes from Evengrin look as handsome as you?" Pixie asked.
"So tall and lean, and straight and strong?"
continued Lixie. "You must have traveled long," said Pixie again.
"You should play with us," said Lixie.
"The brook is down the hill," said Dixie.
"The water is nice and warm," said Pixie.
"Leave your silly labor," said Lixie.
"And keep our company for this day," said Pixie.
"Sip some water and calm your heels," said Dixie.
"Come and see how fairy love feels," said Lixie. Dixie quickly snatched Moxer's hat and dangled it above his head. He quickly tried to grab it back but Dixie was too quick. She sprinted into the air casting down a soft cloud of dust into his face. He sneezed again while they tossed the hat between each other. Moxer couldn't get it. Soon he was chasing after them and could not help but to laugh as they were laughing. For some reason chasing them conjured a sudden freshness. They dodged around trees and under leaves.
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Lixie took hold of Moxer's hands and spun him around so fast that his feet could hardly keep up. For a short moment he was suspended in a spin and she let him go! He stumbled and fell onto a soft mossy patch. The surprise on Moxer's face went blank as Pixie flapped the hat down on his head. He stood up, became too dizzy from the spin, reached out to catch hold of something and bent down a low branch. It bumped into Lixie and she collapsed into the others, and they all fell to the ground amidst a puff of fairy dust. Now Moxer was giggling. They sat up stunned, then flew straight at him. He blocked and squirmed as the fairies blew raspberries on his neck and belly. It was an exhilarating moment for all of them because they laughed so hard and long.
They all tumbled down onto a soft mossy bed next to the brook. It had been a very hot day, and after playing so much, the fairies and the gnome were tired. The ground was cool near the water, and the sun was gleaming.
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Through the trees there came beams of light. The fairies and the gnome were surrounded in a warm bubble of coziness and they dozed in a loving stupor. The grasses and clover, nestled in various directions, blanketed them from the pleasant blowing breezes. Throughout the course of their time together the sun had given them light in late afternoon but soon the light fell slowly from strong yellows to evening oranges and reds. As if all the colors around had absorbed the qualities of the four sleeping bodies and sipped from their soothing, blissful senses. The color mixed together and stimulated each other so that the whole environment was glazed and saturated by no dominate hue.
Slowly the sky above became enamored with the same feelings, grading from cool blues to warming reflections of the setting sun. The brook running close by was dazzling with tranquil water sounds, so serene that the gentle trickles and babbling made Moxer's eyes wavered while his arms and body relaxed. The three fairies were laying strewn about him. Their wings tousled among them and gentle deep breaths were all that moved them.
The fairies had fallen asleep almost immediately but Moxer's mind stayed from omitting any moments and he lingered with the passing time. Everything was spinning, yet it was a comforting dizziness.
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The forest realm whirled with an unusual turning yet nothing felt insecure. The movement did not revolve around any central reference but from a place far beyond the perspective of sight. The feelings of the outer creations pooled between his eyes and the view wandered all around the various aspects of the wooded realm. His endeavor to expand the lands brought him to this far-away place, to a place that's been freshly created. It sparkled with unknown expectations and no matter what lay between the trees or hills, the realm filled with a new glory. Yet unknowingly to Moxer was an ever greater sense of emptiness. Now that he was far away there came a small feeling of desolation. All was becoming
silhouetted and the faint dwindling rays of sun shimmered away their final passing. Far beyond, above the highest winds, small sparkles of stars twinkled. Tiny stars grew out of the sky like sparse blooming flowers. First one star, then two, and then a third. Four stars and five. More and more appeared. Soon the sun was completely captured by the farthest horizon and the all stars were in such abundance that they had become a challenge to keep count. From one to another Moxer's eyes danced in sleepy numbers, counting while his lids shut unnoticeably. His mind still roamed, until a small
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final flash of consciousness overcame his slumber and his eye lids peaked open
once more. Seeing towards the heavens he wondered, how many stars. How long would it take to count them all. A small puff of fairy dust drifted past Moxer's last conscious sense, and taking in a full breath, the whole dream enclosed him.
CHAPTER TWO
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The three fairies were already fast asleep long before Moxer. Their bodies were in tune with the easements of their world and going from such energetic activities to complete relaxation was a system they naturally were accustomed to; and this moderation has in the past worked very well for them. On any other occasion this early evening's snooze would have subsided and they would have already been flighting their wings to some
other place among the deepening twilights Though on this night nothing was going to motivate their wings to do anything more than rest with their bodies submerged in dreams. They have never before been so physically spent; for Moxer's appearance put them well beyond their usual capacity and their dreams were completely fostered by their overflowing feelings of satisfaction.
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One remarkable condition that had not occurred before, and to the three fairies this would not be known, was that their wings gave off a rather bright glow with a deep hue of vivid red. Normally their wings were always showing a subtle luminosity and while they slept the light would usually subside. However on this evening their bodies and all the nearby surfaces were shrouded with this red radiance. The patterns within were very animated, and the designs rolled out from the roots and flowed off to the edges like the rippling motions along the waters. These interior formations were in perfect ratios to each other. The textures within would swirl into little whirl pools, laced with tiny concentric circles and smaller swirls.
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These designs were very impressionable to the common wings of most fluttery creatures, like moths and butterflies. Though the decorations of bugs were fairly steady throughout their lives; these fairy designs were in constant successive motion that ages of evolutionary drafting happened within moments and yet the smooth changes were nearly unapparent. It was happening with an invisible speed that was characteristic to all celestial qualities. There was no sacrifice of comfort, these wings were so soft and flexible, and also extremely strong when needed. When Pixie, Dixie and Lixie slept the wings also slept. Their activities and auras faded during the deep sleep hours. They folded perfectly over their beautiful body contours and lay as blankets for warmth.
On all other nights the three fairies would not have such an attracting feature and they would have slept throughout the night as hidden in the darkness as anything else within the forest realm. They would perch high up in the arms of trees nestled among bunches of leaves, and rest safely until morning. But their interlude with Moxer made them weary of their usual bedtime places, and desiring to rest comfortably by the side of their new friend caused all concerns for danger to diminish away.
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During the night it happened that the soft auric glow of the fairy's wings attracted not only innocent moths, who harmlessly danced in delicate circles above them, but also curious nocturnal creatures creeping among the shadows.
One such creature caught sight of the happy red glow of the wings and drew in closer. Parting the leaves and branches of a nearby bush, two cold gleaming eyes saw the four happy bodies emanating a warm glow. Anyone who was awake at that moment would see a gnarled hunched body quietly sneak out of hiding and over to the fairies and Moxer. An ugly Goblin named Numbles. He had a long nose full of nasty senses and a wide gaping mouth full of pointed teeth. Clothed in a muddy cloth with shoes caked and stained with dirt, and a hat that drooped down over his long, grimy hair.
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A thin body, though quite strong, leaned over and just barely touched the skin on Pixie's leg. He wanted to feel the skin and gorge on the feminine delicacies with such a fever that his mouth began drooling, and the goblin licked the sick saliva all over his cratered lips. Among his silent breaths evil thoughts would have been brought to action if the creature had not spied Moxer and his great strong body laying among the fairies. The goblin was deterred, for the moment, and stood as still as stone over the four sleeping beauties. Then, with unhesitant movements, a sleek blade was fingered from out of hiding and the goblin's gaze slowly shifted from Moxer's exposed neck to the red luminous wings of the fairies. One by one, the blade cut off the wings from the fairies and the goblin bundled them up. The wings still retained their glow but were shoved tightly under the goblin's arm, and then were stolen away.
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A despicable grin crossed the goblin's face as he made ready to run off into the darkness,
but then goblin's devilry had yet one more intention. Laying beside Moxer were his clothes
and red hat; and even the goblin could see that this hat was red beyond the colorful tint of the luminous wings. The goblin quickly reached, nearly loosing his balance, and with a long arm snatched Moxer's hat without breaking stride. Then he disappeared through the woods. Such a mania possessed the goblin that he ran wildly in and out of the trees with giggles and snickers of accomplishment. Three pairs of wings and a hat was his booty, and all were crammed securely in his grasp. The faint glow of the wings could be seen weaving among the undergrowth and soon vanished all together.
The goblin had run madly back to a lair deep in the remote parts of the forests. It did not take long, for the way was well known and soon he was home. There he quickly stuffed the wings in an old sack along with two other sacks and threw his old hat in the corner. He placed on Moxer's relatively new hat which nearly didn't fit. The goblin ran off into the woods again. He had little time to spare and a lot of distance to cover. Goblins move fast when they want to, the direction was familiar. Numbles ran with the large bundle over his shoulder, occasionally glaring up through the tree tops to check night sky above.
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After a long time the woods began to open and the underbrush became sparse. The ground was rocky and soon the goblin ran out of the lush areas of the realm through a great open field. There were no more trees or bushes, and soon there was no more grass. The sky and the bare horizon loomed all around. The land had changed into a desert plain. The ground was hard baked and cracked with a token shrub that had long ago died and dried. The goblin ran a long distance and knew the exact destination. The falling moon light beamed among the sky just enough to silhouette the far away mountains which he used as a guidance. He hated the moon, yet he hated the sun more and traveling through this open land was something he could only endure at night. The pace was quickened at the thought of having to return this way, back to his lair before sun rise. Eventually his evil eyes spied a great tree breaching above the darkness of the horizon. It was an immense tree that stood all by itself on the desert plain.
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The base was large enough to encompass dozens of normal trees together. The goblin
paused at its roots and took a short moment to catch some breath. Then he began to climb. He used all the jutting crevices of bark and snarled growths to pull himself up and reaching the first branch he peered above saw a scattered assortment of other broken and age worn branches, leafless and lifeless. At the very top was a spread of old large branches and nubs that crowned the tree with a menacing magnificence. There hung an enormous sphere, black against the star-speckled sky. Almost the same girth of the tree itself and it was the source of a penetrating humming sound that forebode all around. The sphere was marvelously constructed at the top most limbs and the weight of it bent down the highest branch. The goblin was a tiny pebble compared to the size of the blacken insect hive.
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After climbing to the limb just below the hive's entrance he began calling out aloud and
yelling, and shaking his fists."Come to me now, you Wasps of Weavington. Fly to me and learn my intentions." There was nothing, no change or any affect. He continued,
"Wicked winged demons that sting, answer my call and claim this gift I bring." He called
more and more demands, and shouting curses, the goblin broke a piece of bark and threw it blindly in an impatient rage. After a soft sounding impact, there came an even deeper humming and then a buzzing. Soon there was a whirl of black shapes flying all around the goblin and this struck a jolt of fear in him. He crouched low covering his head. Giant wasps grazed at him with their prickly legs and flapping at him with violent strobing wings. The sounds of their buzzing grew and grew, more and more of them came streaming from the giant hive above.
Then they all hovered around him like a hollow globe and a commanding wasp approached
the frightened little creature; it spoke, saying,
"Return to your lands by the same way you left. Your presence is not welcome, we will sting to you death," said the wasp with a horrid dialect riddled with buzzes and zzz's. Despite the
fear running within, the goblin boldly addressed the wasp, holding up the sack which he
brought from his lair.
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"I bring this gift for your kings you serve in exchange for sweet honey from your flooding
reserve." said the goblin in reply. All the wasps buzzed louder and all flew in closer so that their wings flapped together making an even greater commotion. Then saying the lead wasp,
"Neither honey or life will make known this gift or be shown your doom." The wasp landed on the branch close to the goblin. Two large catacomb eyes and a great gaping pair of
jaws fronted threateningly. The goblin cowered backwards and brought forth his rancid little sack; an approaching surprise was noticeable through the material. A soft aura of red light radiated out and contained such a magical power that it seemed to muffle all the noise of the angry swarm. Red light was strewn on all the wasps and cast along all the features of the tree, dwindling into hard shadows on the looming hive above. The wasps flew in crazy paths
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caught in a freak surprise by the gleaming color. Even the goblin shaded his eyes and was
enamored by the unexpected brilliance, but the lead wasp was not daunted and the antennas patted the small ends of the fairies' wings.
"I entreat to the wasp kings these three pair of fairy wings for three full sacks of honey pure and I'll bother this hive again no more," said the goblin, prosing with as much poise as he could muster. All the wasps continued in a frenzied clamor, buzzing and clicking their feet. They flew in tighter circles and closed in around the goblin. He began to feel extremely threatened and grew scared. He showed ugly sneers and clutched the sack of wings until the aura closed off. The lead wasp approached very close, pushing his smooth sculpted head shaped to a point. Cold black eyes, each with thousands of reflective facets glared so close to the goblin who was blocked from shrinking away. There was no escape, all the swarm blocked every direction and dozens of wasps had landed behind the goblin and began pushing him forward towards the lead wasp. The sack was taken and the lead wasp flew up with it, and crawled in through the gaping mouth of the hive. Some wasps followed but multitudes of others began to bully the goblin. He lashed back at them, thinking that they completely forsook the deal and flat out stolen the booty. The torment grew
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worse and the goblin lost balance, and dangled over the limb's edge. The wings were gone from him, forever, and the night's darkness sheathed the great distance to the ground far below. The wasps were also hindered by the lack of light, yet they found their delight and snatched the goblin from off the tree. Many wasps groped at him, piercing his garments and passing his weight between each other. The goblin gawked with hideous cries and struggled madly, but it soon ended. He found himself bumping to the ground with only a few scratches, and then the wasps buzzed away. The goblin scrambled to his feet, he made ready to burst out in mad curses, despite his harmless transport. Then a small group of wasps flew down from the hive and dropped at his feet three fat sacks of honey, seeping and sticky. All the clamor grew quiet except for a few guarding bees whizzing around the hive above. The goblin passed no thoughts of appreciation and made many evil gestures. There he sat, in the dim twilight of morning, at the roots
page35 illustration: goblin with honey sack
of the great tree and he ate an entire sack of honey. All the sweet syrup passed to his stomach. He scrapped the walls of the sack with wet fingers and sucked and licked all that he could gather. There was no break in eagerness and his gluttonous craving found no satisfaction even as he grew to hate the flavor. The remaining two sacks were clumsily shouldered and distorted with jellish bulges, and not without various overflows and drippings from bursting seams. In the goblin's rush to return home, the honey gathered all over his legs and feet, and collected masses of dirt and soil. Though nothing hindered his way and he found his lair before the morning grew too bright.
CHAPTER THREE
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The sun rose clear and strong like it had done every morning in the world. Clouds, that wandered amidst the crystal blue sky, danced around the climbing hot blazing light like slow will o' the wisps; and they were careful not to cast shadows upon beautiful places. The tree tops moshed all varieties of leaves and reached delightfully beyond the highest branches; finding a joyous ambition in touching every hot sun ray and acquiesced in the cool passing breeze. Birds flew through the branches, landing, taking off, singing and prancing with feathered wings. Their songs twittering with as much energy as the flashing reflections on the trickling waters of the brook below. Flowers bloomed to their fullest and flecked the forest floor with all sorts of lively colors. Rich patches spread throughout all the green grasses and some bunched together so that no area of the forest contained a solid hue but was an even mixture of all things that grew.
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In places the trees were open enough to let beams of light shine down into the deeply shaded areas and the full colors of the forest undergrowth were shown in scattered patches, brightly glowing like scattered embers from nature's hearth. Embedded within the plushy ferns and grasses, next to the sparkling stream, the three Fairies and Moxer were still consumed in deep sleep, despite the day's revving awakening. Their bodies were all tangled together, legs twined about each other and arms wrapped in hugs of affection. They haven't moved since the cool night hours, and their forms were pressed together to keep their warmth from escaping.
Now the sun was raring down and it became a full heated morning, and their skin began to glisten with moistures. There was a subtle movement. Moxer rolled to one side, ever so slightly, and he felt the three lovelies do the same; beginning to awake with gentle inhales, movements and ever so delicate sounds. They also batted away their dreamy state and each vaguely glanced upon the other with semi-conscious blissfulness. Moxer's eyes opened and absorbed the entire morning splendor; the colors and action. Everything that was alive beamed into his awakening senses. Moxer remembered the hour from yesterday
page39 illustration: fairies without wings
when he had first set his eyes to these beautiful fairy beings. They were so alive and carefree. Without having tasted of their pure gifts of love he would have never imagined the kind of reality the fairies experience. Sincere capriciousness and affectionate acceptance of all feelings, the kind that generate honest motives and genuine characterisms. They exhibit themselves with a reflective quality, so that it seemed as if the love that he felt was brought to him by them, by what they offered to him, and all the love he absorbed radiated back to them in three fold. His heart was enhanced from his own single passion to a trinity of semblances that exposed many other unmeasurable dimensions of this realm.
Water gently babbled over river rocks the same way these thoughts flowed through Moxer's mind. The sun tinseled light in all directions as he coalesced in all these sensations. He heard a gentle intake of breath from one of the fairies besides him. Then the sound of a horrible scream!
Page40 illustration: fairies surprised without wings
The sound shredded and blared through all the forest. Such a shrill pitch and power in that cry that the river water vibrated, dead leaves fell from trees, and birds and beasts were startled in sudden panic. Another cry, and then another. The three fairies all held each other's hands and stood stricken in extreme shock, their bodies withered from the tremendous out pour of their agony. They continued screaming over and over. Moxer had sprung to his feet like lightning and partook in the awful scene. Their wings were gone! Pixie, Dixie and Lixie already had cheeks drenched in tears, their eyes slanted by tragedy. They jumped up and landed back to the ground, while their wing stumps flittered empty on their backs. A dark shadow passed through their minds. Pixie wandered through the bushes in shallow circles, realizing how defenseless they had all become. She began to search the area, not knowing
if she was looking inward to her thoughts, or in the empty woods.
Page41 illustration: fairies accusing moxer
Pixie collapsed where she stood and crouched so tight in a little bodily ball and shook violently with seizing whimpers. Her beautiful face was buried in her body like a seed, her mind anticipating a life where all her joy would sprout roots and she would forever be shackled to the earth. Lixie had contained the most composure. Her hands held her head while her deep exasperations about her empty shoulders transcended into a loud pointed question.
"Where are our wings!" She screamed at the top of her voice. The words were nearly indiscernible through the tempered volume, and expressions that grew with enraged anger. Her brows pressed a vengeful shape. Her body squeezed with much effort to expel all the pain boiling within. Again she screamed,
"Where are our wings!" Even louder. All the forest was a quiet suspense as Lixie's anger was reverberating, diminishing through the trees. She screamed again, even louder.
"You stole them!"
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The words were still the same yet even more distorted. The other two fairies focused their grief and began calling out just the same, they too became alert of Lixie's attention. Moxer was suddenly torn away from his helpless state of empathy and was suddenly bewildered. He was stricken stiff and at that moment he could only find an answer with a shrug of his shoulders. He managed a few brief words, but they were quickly winded beyond the sound of the three fairies. They screamed and screamed their questions in broken sync. He felt his stomach fall, groping for innocence, feeling an echo of the horror that rampaged through his close new friends. A rock flew passed and Moxer ducked! An unstoppable tidal wave of rage and pain towered over him in the form of three little fairies. They were blindly consumed with a powerful emotive urge for resolution. Moxer could do nothing to tame their sudden onslaught and he began backing away into the forest. The fairies grabbed at anything they could get their hands on and wildly pitched at Moxer with all their strength. Rocks, sticks, leaves that would only flip up and float off. They attacked Moxer in a spurted tantrum. For a moment he tried to stay as close as he could, hoping their outbursts would subside and settle. However the more he remained in their sight the harder the fairies chased him.
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They had been so used to floating on soft air that they were not use to the bushes and uneven ground. Their feet were not accustomed to moving without wings and could not endure the harsh features of the forest floor. Moxer realized that they were hurting themselves while pursuing him through the thick woods. Beyond all the infliction, the fairies' anger did not dissolve. Not knowing what they would have done to him if he stayed and hoping their composure would return if he weer absent, Moxer thought it best to flee completely. His body was much more used to traveling on foot and he made off at a great speed, and then disappeared behind all the trees.
The fairies continued chasing into an empty forest and each eventually collapsed in a whirl of sadness, disillusionment and fear. After a long while they grew calm, mostly from sheer exhaustion. Their faces stained with tears, their bodies quivering from the chill. The day grew cloudy and no sunlight rays warmed any colors. Everything was damp and gray.The three fairies awkwardly trekked back to their grove, their minds in a half state of meditation. When they returned, nothing was as they recognized. All around the grass and leaves loomed over them, their tall height was now intimidating,
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What was before a peaceful realm, generous in giving and growing, became an enclosing fence of nature. They couldn't fly over the river, they couldn't float up into the trees. They could no longer travel great distances with ease. Shrubs and bushes blocked so many directions with thick branches and thorns, shielding hidden corners of terrain and aiding fearful mysteries that could creep out at any moment; or lie patiently in evil observation. Their world that was once joyous and everlasting inverted into a whirlwind of dangerous possibilities, every which way seemed as a dead end. The forest enclosed around them like a massive mouth and swallowed their last bit of comfort. Feeling lost and utterly hopeless the fairies collapsed again in each others arms. A clear blood seeped from their wing stubs, the air glazing the wounds bit like a frozen tooth. Together they wept on the very same grassy knoll where they had slept with Moxer. Sweet memories now were dominated by pains.
Lixie caught sight of an object lying an arm's reach away. It was half buried in grasses and clover. Pixie and Dixie were also drawn to it. A black blade, arced to the point with the hilt wrapped in an ugly leather weave, sticky and dirty. A bad feeling descended down that was worse than anything felt so far.
Page45 illustration: fairies finding goblin prints
They then realized that this was the blade that caused all their suffering. Such an eruption of inner pain pierced their hearts. Knowing a gnome would have never possessed a blade like that, they swooned in a daze. Lixie remained fixed as stone, her inner thoughts were boiling with a mixture that had no pleasant description. Dixie, who began to sway like a wind whipped tree, cast a glancing eye to the edge of the river and caught sight of another discovery. There pressed into the mud was a footprint, misshapen, yet undeteriorated. She leaned over it, motioning towards it with a sustained whimper. All their proofs were definite. The blade and the foot print where none other then goblin fashion, and they knew it. Fairies were not wholly ignorant of the presence of evil. They have always been aware of things that are harmful and malefic. Goblins, kobolds, imps and demons.
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Dixie fell on her hands and knees and squeezed the mud through her fingers, releasing a stifled wail. She buried her face in the mud, yearning to find some relief, trying to smother all the feelings of treachery that now was bursting through each of them. A seizure of memories gripped their minds, of how they projected such unnecessary hate and guilt towards Moxer and having him accursed from their hearts. Their capricious nature deceived their initial feelings about Moxer, all the while the doings where from a goblin's hand. Lixie built such a rage inside of her that she began panting and her face grew hot and grim. Pixie glared at the knife, her expression passed to each of the fairies like a spreading flame, empathetic. Finally whispering a name through her hard sobbing,
"That Goblin, Numbles!"
Lixie made a resolution and stood, gripping the knife. The other two fairies knew her intention and they all found a small place of composure.
"Let's find this goblin and repay this deed." said Dixie
"He'll feel our wrath while we make him bleed." said Pixie.
"His lair is not far from here, beyond the hill." continued
Lixie.
"Day will turn night when we make our kill." said Dixie.
They each sucked up their tears and took a deep breath. Their sorrow turned into anger and revenge, and they found strength
page47 illustration: fairies through the forest
to drive them forward. They would not waste away in wells of weeping and lamenting , or be subdued by the wilds of the land. Casting away all considerations for their last remnants of self-wellness, they shouldered through all the thick forest and went out into the realm to find the goblin.
continues... chapters 4-9
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pluto rising
1 min read
We were lost, none of us knew where we were. Then harri began, feeling around along the trees...
and said "i got it, we're on pluto."
and we all said, "harri, how can you tell?"
and he said, "From the bark, you dumbies,! from the bark."
and said "i got it, we're on pluto."
and we all said, "harri, how can you tell?"
and he said, "From the bark, you dumbies,! from the bark."
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Bio
2 min read
Born in Philadelphia PA in April, 1979. Moved to Allentown in 1980 and grew up as a pure country boy. He dabbled in art since before he could speak and still has his first drawing a himself as a circle head with arms and legs, and great smile. As a teenager he went to study at the local Art Studio, learning the fundamentals of drawing and drafting, figure drawing, and color theory classes. This was all the formal art education he would obtain before moving to Boston. He put his artwork on hold for over 3 years while pursuing a career in Music which lead him to all parts of the country. By the age of 22 he delved into the full creative capabilities of himself which lead him into a new flourishing realm of work that merged images with story-telling. In 2006 he moved to NV and unfolded more potentials of art and music by participating in Live Street performances for the local 1st Friday's Art Festival. Also creating enormous paintings and murals for casinos and private clients. He is currently working on three illustrated books of his own. His prospects are enhancing the art and culture from his studio in the Lehigh Valley.
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b orDeR Lan Ds
3 min read
V. Why do we keep picking up zombie brains
M. Are we going over here.
M. What is that explosion. I was in the process of healing you.
V. Sh*t3
M. Man these suck.3
M. I dont think we're ready for this area.
V. Probably not but it fun.
V. I have no idea what that is
M. Maybe that's shields, but they're zombies.
*weapon fire.
V. You bastard
M. F*ck3
V. ah you killed them
*play
M. that's so not fair.
V. get back here
M. I need healing
V. He f*cking ran away, little sh*t.
V. Ya, i dont think we're ready for this area.
M.Yeah
V. they spawned already.
*weapons fire.
M. What is that explosion, this is getting on my nerves.
M. cause i dont see any grenades
M. let me try the other gun.
V. ahh, i;m out of ammo.
M. they take up a lot of ammo. it sucks
*play
M. Do they move they re-spawn
M. here's shot-gun ammo
V. did you go up the hill and around
M. right behind you
M. I found another house over here
V. i think it's the hospital
V. oh sh*t2 zombies
M. what the hell are they throwing.
V. suicide zombies explode, but they throw a grenade at you first
V. Oh, a baby zombie, i can't even see him
*explosions
M. Whoa3
*explosions
V. I shot him and he disappeared
*weapon fire
V. good sh*t.
V. the f*ckers are sick you can't see them
M. wtf just blew me up?
V. oh f*ck, no. get back here
*weapons fire
V. I'll shoot you all the way, you wanna play that way
M. there's another one on the way.
V. that's bullsh*t
V. where are we going.
M, i dont know, but the zombies came from over there.
V. oh f*ck
M. psycho zombies!
*weapons fire
V. there's a berserker zombie
M. they take an hour to kill
V. oh, they run now
*weapons fire
V. remember that's there.
M. why
V. i dont know, it looks like something important.
*weapns fire
M. back up
V. i cant.
M. oh. oh!
M. can i run or do i have to...
V. no run
*explosions
M. oh, they're following me.
V. oh, you took off.
M. yeah, they're following me.
V. I saved myself, so i'm coming to you.
M. side step if you can.
V. i'm just too quick
M. ok.
V. try again.
V. I don't know where we're going,
M. this way.
V. same place we were going,
V. I need more ammo
M. here.
V. It would help if it were lighter
V. I don't even see them
M. he's coming
*weapons fire
M. what is that
V. I have no idea
*weapons fire
*explosion
M. oh, again
V. i have no idea what's he's doing, it's too dark
V. did he get up.
M. no.,
V. there i got him
M. here's a safe point
V. well that was fun.
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