It was one of the last scorching days of summer in Kingspool. It was too hot to expect any work to get done down on the docks, so Tiffany sent everyone off once as soon as the heat started to climb. No point in dragging anyone to the doctor for heat stroke. While most people opted for a cold ale to cool off, Tiffany had other ideas.
Large basket in tow, Tiffany started up into the tree line and up the mountain with Angel and Johnathan. They had a more fun idea when it came to beating the summerâs heat. Not far off the trail was a large pool from an underground river, surrounded by bright summer flowers and animals with the same idea. Even on the hottest days, the water stayed crisp and cool.
Much to the chagrin of the animals, the trio was quick to rush the water. Angel ran in, falling over with bright laughter before she went under to swim out deeper. Tiffany and Johnathan raced to climb a nearby tree and use it to jump as far into the cool water as possible.
Pushing at each other to get ahead, the duo barely made it into the water for all their fighting. Climbing the thick branches, Tiffany nearly knocked Johnathan off, only for him to grab her ankle as he fell. She lost her balance, slipping from the tree. Splashing as they tumbled in, they continued to tussle and laugh, trying to keep the other underwater longer.
Their fighting continued, dunking and dragging the other under as they laughed and fought for breath until they were deep enough to lose their footing and something tugged on them both with only just enough force to bring them under.
Gasping, Tiffany surfaced first, looking around. Angel was underwater. Cheeky. Grinning, Tiffany dove back down to grab her sister, lifting her out of the water and above her head.
âPut me down!â Screamed Angel, laughing as she wriggled, trying to get away.
Grinner wider, Tiffany shrugged. âSure.â And with all her might, she threw her baby sister back into the water, laughing at the loud splash. She laughed louder when she was shoved, barely keeping her head above water as she tried to spin around.
âYouâre supposed to be nice to your sister,â Johnathan scolded, smiling like butter wouldnât melt in his mouth. Which turned into a teasing snicker when Tiffany yelled in offense.
Her arms flailed, and she pushed him back. âLike you have room to talk!â She countered, âYouâre an absolute ass to me,â she accused, wagging a finger in his face as he laid back.
âNah,â he said simply, still looking smug as he floated in the water. âIâm the nicest person you know!â
While Tiffany tried to give him a hard look, a smile broke across her face and ruined it. âThatâs not saying a lot, and you know it.â Splashing him, she leaned back to enjoy the cool water as it soaked into her hair.
âStill the nicest!â He reminded her before he dove back under the water before letting himself float back up to the surface.
For a while, that was all it was. The trio floated and splashed each other until the sun rose higher in the sky, and the world went quiet as it tried to fend off the heat. But they couldnât swim forever.
Johnathan was the first one out of the water, shaking his head as water droplets flew from his dark brown hair. Water still dripped from the strands, and yet somehow it still never seemed to lay flat. âCome on, you two. Before you fall asleep and drown yourselves.â When they both complained, he turned around, hands on his hips. âOut. Both of you. If I have to pull you out of the water you donât get the fruit I brought.â
And just like that, the girls were racing to the edge of the water. Johnathan looked a bit proud of himself as he went over to the basket and flopped down in the grass, uncaring that it was going to stick to him later. While the blondes tried to wring water out of their hair, he started to pull some fruit out of the basket they had brought.
Angel sat down first, plucking an apple from Johnathanâs hands. âThank you!â She chirped before taking a large bite.
Next to Johnathan, Tiffany flopped back in the grass and blindly started reaching for some of the fruit as she laid back.
âYouâre not a child. Youâre twenty two. Sit up.â When she kept pawing around, he lifted the fruit out of the way. A small sigh and he thumped her leg. âSit,â he said again, more sternly this time.
A pout, but she did as she was told. Pulling herself up to sit up and cross her legs, she narrowed her eyes at the man. âWhatâs it matter? Iâm hungry, and Iâm tired from swimming.â
âBecause youâd probably choke,â he teased her before handing her a large peach with a cheeky grin. And he wanted to see how her face lit up when she saw that he managed to get a few more peaches.
âI thought theyâd all been picked and sold off?â She excitedly asked before taking a large bite of the juicy fruit. Sheâd lost count of how many peaches sheâd had this summer, but it was never enough for her.
âThey did. But the merchant family staying at the tavern happened to have some for themselves. I managed to trade them for a handful of them this morning. Last ones of the season, so donât eat them too fast,â he warned. But he smiled fondly when he realized she wasnât listening at all. She was too engrossed in getting a peach when she thought she would have to wait another year to worry about anything else.
Angel giggled at her sister before looking for something else to snack on. That was a lot of swimming.
Johnathan handed her some strawberries and a bun to fill her up. Popping a few blueberries in his mouth, he leaned back to watch the world go by. It was still too hot out, but what little breeze there was, helped them fend off the worst of the heat, still soaked through. They could go back to swimming later. For now, this was the best way to spend the end of summer.
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It had been quiet for a while in the village. No boats, no drama. Just peace. With nothing pressing, Seren had opted for lounging on a sofa with his wife, and a good book.
And yet, Tiffany always found herself with work to do. Leaning against her husbandâs side, she was scribbling away in her journal, making plans and running numbers for the village. Someone had to make sure the village coffers were balanced and food was on every table.
While she scribbled away, that was when she heard the warning of a boat pulling into the cape. Jumping, she tossed the journal on the sofa. âOf course,â she hissed as she stood up. Being so far away from being on the cliff, hearing the warning always meant she would be late if she didnât sprint. Kissing her husband, she was off without another word and running down to greet the captain and his crew.
Leaving Seren alone, sitting still and mildly stunned, he blinked once, twice before he sighed. He would never get used to her sudden outbursts and running off. But he'd always be there to pick up the mess she left behind.
Grabbing her journal, he was distracted by the pictures. He thought she would be using more words by now when she wrote, but he supposed when she only learned a couple years ago, it was still easier to do what she'd always done.
Not that it made reading her notes any easier. How was he supposed to learn to help with a picture of a horse and a fence? He'd have to have her explain it.
Curiously, he flipped through a few pages. She didn't explain things until she had made up her mind on something and it would be nice to know what was happening before things were decided.
Plans and engine blueprints turned into horror in just a few pages. These were new. The tall monster that took up too much space, looming over everything. The monster that was too much for everyone.
After all this time, thatâs still who she saw when she looked at herself, and it broke Serenâs heart. He had thought she was doing better, but he supposed a lifetime of being told different was a hard thing to unlearn. No matter how much he told her she was beautiful.
Leaning back against the sofa, Seren sighed. He wanted her to remember that she wasnât all those things she was afraid of. She was beautiful and smart and deserved to love and see herself as wonderful as she was. Or at least thatâs how he saw her.
Grinning widely. He got an idea. Grabbing her journal again, he dug around for a pencil. If she couldnât remember how beautiful she was, heâd just have to make sure she had a reminder.
He took his time sketching out her face, every curve, and dip. Every strand of wild blonde hair. The way she smiled brightly and her eyes squinted, just a little. Something to remind her of what he saw when he looked at her.
Once it was finished he put her journal away like he always had. The next time he saw her journal he noticed a dog ear on one of the newer pages.
Letâs get this started with some Original Work, shall we?
Spring had fully set in at long last. The bitterness of a too long winter gave way to the tell-tale sign of frogs croaking in the lower mountains. And two girls were more excited than any parents could hope for. Even if one was well past the age of listening to them.
After an early dinner, and a bit of packing, Tiffany guided her baby sister out of their little house and into the tree line at the base of the mountain. Between the trees and off the trails, there were plenty of places to look for frogs. And the girls were determined to find as many as they could.
Following their ears, frogs seemed to be everywhere, but every time they thought they were getting close, the frogs seemed to catch on, and a hush fell over nearby.
âTaffy!â whined Angel while she peeked into a fallen log, âwhere are all the frogs?â
Looking up from combing through the grass, she gave her sister a withering look. âI donât know any more than you do. I can hear them. Theyâre out here, the frogs just donât want to be caught.â
Another whine and Angel crossed her arms. âItâs not fair! Why wonât they come out?â
âProbably because they think weâre going to eat them,â she reminded her baby sister.
âEw!â Giggling, Angel tried to find some clinging to the plants that had sprung from the mud. âWho would do that?â
Trekking through a bit of mud, Tiffany went after what she thought might have been one. Sneaking up on it, she quickly ducked down and snatched it up. With a small cheer, Tiffany held up her hands and took a peek through her fingers. At the very sneaky rock, she had managed to catch. She groaned.
Angel, however, cackled at her big sister. âAt least you caught something!â she teased as the duo wandered off to try and find frogs elsewhere.
âOh, be quiet, or Iâll use you as bait,â she quipped with a smirk when Angel squeaked and scampered off. As if frogs would want to nibble on her.
They went on for a while longer, under wood and rocks, digging through the grass and even the mud. The frogs just had no interest in being found! It was starting to get frustrating for them both.
âWeâve been out here forever!â whined Angel, sitting down on a frogless log. âThis is stupid.â
âWeâve been looking a couple hours at best. Come on. Thereâs a big pond up ahead. I bet thereâs something there. If not, we can go home.â Silently, she begged the Powers that there would be something there worth finding.
Angel had been begging for weeks now to go look for frogs, but itâd been too cold. Theyâd both been looking forward to this. The frogs were out there. They just had to find them. And she would. Tiffany couldnât let this trip be for not. She was the older sister she had to take care of her baby sister. Had to.
Their wandering eventually led them to the largest pond in the safe parts of the mountain. There had to be frogs here!
âCome on, Angel. Theyâve got to be here. Try not to go too far in the water. Last thing we need is you to get a cold,â she warned, stepping in about ankle deep to look around, careful with every step.
The water was freezing, and the mud sucked her boots deeper with every step, but Tiffany kept looking! They had to be here, somewhere. Deeper and deeper she went until the mud wouldnât let go of her boots. Struggling, Tiffany yelped when her foot came free from the mud and her boot. Waving her arms to try and save her balance, she went down in the cold water with a loud splash.
Sitting up, she was covered in mud and soaked through. Shivering, she glared at her little sister, who was doubled over on the bank, howling with laughter. âYes, yes, very funny. Get over here and pull me out. Itâs freezing, and Iâm stuck in the mud.
Still giggling to herself, Angel carefully waded through the water. âYou told me not to go this deep,â she reminded her older sister. All the same, she extended a hand to try and help her sister up.
And despite the warnings, when Angel took her hand, she smirked. With one quick tug, Tiffany sent Angel sprawling into the water and laughed.
Angel flailed and splashed as she pulled herself up with a gasp. âTaffy!â She screamed, trying to get the mud off her face. Shivering, she glared at her sister. Which was only made worse when Tiffany started laughing. âWhat?â
Covering her mouth, Tiffany pointed with her other hand. On Angelâs head sitting on a bit of mud and grass, sat a rather very confused and rather small frog. The two looked at each other and burst into a fit of giggles.
It was a good adventure and worth Jonathan scolding them in the morning while they sat bundled up and coughing.
The kids were in bed at long last, and Tiffany and Seren finally got a break. Five children and Tiffany's baby sister were a lot of children to look after. Not to mention the struggle of keeping everything else spinning. It was a feat in itself they didn't lose their minds or had any time for themselves. A rare break where they weren't too tired to stay up at least a little.
An evening they decided to spend watching old horror movies in. Tiffany loved the effects, and Seren, well, he loved his wife.
Curled together on the sofa, Seren wrapped them up in a thick blanket to keep out the autumn chill and keep them cozy. He had no intention of leaving until it was time to sleep. Or they could sleep down there, that was fine too, so long as he had Tiffany to hold and a few snacks on hand.
Tiffany draped her legs over her husband's and snuggled in close. The best way to end the day. She couldnât remember when theyâd had this much time together that wasnât work related. There was no way she was going to waste it. While the movie played on, blood curdling screams and the sound of too much blood the ambiance of the night, Tiffany cuddled closer while Seren's arms snaked around her.
He held her like a stuffie, pulling her into his lap when things got really scary. Despite everything heâd seen in his long life, scary movies still got to him. Not that he would ever admit it out loud. When someone was being killed on screen Seren held her tighter and hid his face in his wife's blonde hair.
Not that she mentioned it. Smiling a bit, Tiffany held him tight and let him hide behind her. Sheâd protect him from the scary movie slasher. It was warm, and she was comfortable. It would suit them just fine to stay here all night. Though maybe a less scary movie next. Maybe.
The last few months had been a wild ride for Tiffany. More than the rest of the war combined, but now it was over. And against all odds, she was finally coming home.
It was a wonderful feeling, and scary. She was a traitor for killing the King. But he was a cowardly man that failed to follow the rules of war. Not a fraction of the man his father was. The country would recover. It just needed time. Time the Emperor was giving them with his aid.
But as her cape came into view, all of those thoughts fell away. She could imagine the boats floating at the docks. Hear the sounds of her men working. The sounds of the village, full of life and in full swing. She couldn't wait to set foot back on Kingspool soil.
Most of all, she couldn't wait to see her family. She had snuck off in secret, leaving Johnathan and Angel behind without warning. They were probably angry with her, but she hoped they would be happy to see her after being gone for almost four years. At least someone should be happy to see her.
It was a while longer until they were close enough to get off. The ship was too large to make it into port, so she was put on a small lifeboat, and a soldier rowed her to shore.
Seeing the boat had drawn in quite a curious crowd to the docks, hoping for something interesting. Seeing Tiffany, a silence fell over them all. The faces were a mix of shock and disgust that she had come back. Stepping on the docks, she waited for something, anything.
All that she was greeted with was her father telling her men to get back to work. She knew better than to think he would start caring now, but part of her had hoped.
Shouldering her things, she turned to thank the soldier only to see he had already started to leave. With a heavy sigh, she started walking. She looked up the hill to the small house on the cliff. Her home. Then started off the docks to a larger house just on the edge of it. Hopefully, it still felt like home.
There was no use knocking, so she stepped inside. Putting down her bag, she listened. There was the tell tale sound of jars clinking in the small room Johnathan used for medicine. Peeking in, she grinned. He was working while Angel sketched on one of the cots.
"Hey, you got a minute?" She asked softly.
Angel's head shot up when she heard the voice. After all this time, she hadn't forgotten. She was more than twice as old now at seven, her hair longer and just as dark as Tiffany's dirty blonde hair. She looked so much like Tiffany but with bright blue eyes instead of green. It was painful how much she'd grown.
"Taffy!" She screamed and dropped everything to rush into her arms.
Tiffany knelt down and scooped up her baby sister in her arms. "Oh Powers, I've missed you, Angie. You got so big!" Holding her tightly, she finally started to feel like she was home.
All the movement got Johnathan's attention. Looking up, he stalled, dropping the bottle in his hand. No matter how hopeful he had been when he heard the war was over, he wasn't expecting to see her so suddenly. Seeing her standing there, tears welled in his eyes. With long strides, he crossed the room to wrap his arms around them both.
And being wrapped up with her best friend and her sister, Tiffany sobbed. Johnathan had to ease them to the floor when her legs gave out. All the fighting and near misses had weighed heavy on her, but Tiffany had never forgotten this. Her family and the people that loved her as much as she loved them. She was home, and she never wanted to leave again.
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Tiffany is now almost a decade old character wise. Though some age stuff gets a little wibbly wobbly because I tend to write all over the place from as a kid to after the war she fought in and ended.
She autistic! Probably. I always feel like someone will yell at me for that, but like she is so she is. It's also why she's an illusionist. Something pretty rare in her world despite magic being like any other skill.
Her family isn't standard. She's got a baby sister and she grew up with her parents, but her grandad is actually the one that raised her, because she had to be taught how to be the next Guardian of her village. She was a bit of a bargaining chip.
She also has Jonathan. A deaf man with no memory from before he ended up in Kingspool as a kid. They are Two Hearts! Or just Hearts. (The quickest explanation is to think SoulMates with NO romantic connotations. Calling them a couple is one of the most insulting things you can do to a Heart). He's only a couple years older than her, but she's always made sure she was taken care of and vise verse.
She was supposed to the new protag for The Light, which is a like 20 year old story by now, but she decided she didn't want to be a part of that story and has been telling me a new one.
She takes her job of looking after Kingspool very seriously including it's reputation of being the best mechanic dock in the southern hemisphere.
She's also very claustrophobic! She's been through some shit.
And she loves stars and stories! Mostly she loves that stars come with stories!
Baby Tiffany getting a rare free day and going exploring!
It was finally warm enough to go exploring again after a long and cold winter. The first flowers were blooming in the bright sun as a little Tiffany hiked through the trees. Even at all of seven, it was rare for her to have so much time to herself to go exploring. And she wasnât about to let it go to waste!
All winter Grandpa had told her stories about the fairies in the woods, and she wanted to see them for herself! She knew about the dangerous creatures in the mountains that protected her village. But it wasnât often she could hear stories about creatures who only wanted to play and have fun!
With a small wooden box under her arm, she excitedly ran off the beaten path to look for the best spot to see a fairy. The fairy hunting box would help her, just like Grandpa told her when he had shown her. She just needed a good spot.
One hour turned to two, then three. By now, Tiffany was in a place sheâd never been before. Something she would normally think was exciting, but the trees were so dense she wasnât sure which way was which anymore. Sitting down on a fallen tree, she set the fairy box down to have a think and figure out how to get home. Though she most definitely didnât cry. She didnât sob and scrub her face on her sweater, afraid she wouldnât find her way back. No, not at all.
And it was while she was certainly not crying that someone noticed her. Someone whoâd never seen a child out this way before. And for good reason.
âChildren shouldnât be here, you know,â said a small voice that made Tiffany jump.
Snapping her head up, Tiffany looked around. But she couldnât see anyone. Something that made her very afraid. So she did as she was always taught when something was amiss. Keep her eyes open and her mouth shut.
âItâs dangerous here. You should go home,â said the voice again. Concerned this time. And closer.
Tiffany tried to pinpoint the voice, looking around and behind her. But still, no one was there. It was rather strange, she thought to herself as she turned around to sit properly again. Only to have a green light glowing in her face.
She let out a high pitched scream and fell back onto the grass and dirt with a thump and a whimper. If they were that close, she was in trouble.
But instead came laughter. Looking up from where she was sprawled in the dirt, Tiffany watched as the tiniest man she had ever seen walked to the edge of the log, surrounded by a green light that seemed to pulse from wings tucked neatly on his back. He laughed as he watched her, hands on his hips.
âJumpy little thing, ainâtcha?â He teased as Tiffany fumbled back onto her feet. His hair was green as the light around him. Floating up from the wood, he got closer again.
âYa heard me, didnât ya?â He asked and flew around her head, making her spin in a circle and giggled when she did.
âI-I did,â she admitted sheepishly. âBut I donât know where here is to leave.â
The little man crossed his arms and sighed. âA bit old ta be gettinâ lost in the woods, aintcha? Kids your size normally know where youâre goinâ. Or at least not ta come out this way.â
âIâm only seven!â Yelled Tiffany, her little hands on her hips. âNorthsmen are just tall! Not my fault everyone else is short,â she mumbled as her shoulders slumped. It was hard, being a little girl who could only afford boys hand me downs and was already taller than the boys her age.
âA Northsman, huh? I ainât ever heard of that. You some type of giant? Iâve met those before!â Spinning around Tiffany again, he flew up high and into the branches above her.
âHad to fly this high just so heâd hear me! You gonna be that tall?â
âNo!â She giggled as he came back down to spin around her before lounging on the log.
âNorthsmen are humans! We just grow extra tall where we come from. Wherever that is.â Her father rarely talked about where he was from after all. No matter how much she begged. Heâd just huff and walk away.
âHumans are weird!â He laughed.
âFairies never get big. Means we can nap anywhere we like. And I can always have the best hiding spot in hide and seek!â
Tiffany gasped and jumped on her feet.
âYouâre a fairy!â she shouted.
âA real life fairy, right?â After bringing the fairy hunting kit this far and she didnât even need it!
Said fairy watched her a moment before falling back in a fit of laughter.
âI am. What did you think I was? I fly?â
âIâve never seen a fairy! I came out to see one because Iâve never seen one. Grandpa told me lots of stories all winter about fairies and their games. So I wanted to see for myself. So I borrowed his fairy hunting box so I could find you! Well, a fairy anyway.â
While she continued to ramble and rattle away about stories, and something about running into a frong. Or probably a frog. The fairy sat and watched her with a grin. This was why most fairies like children. Who else enjoyed things as much as a child?
âSounds like youâve had an adventure! And Iâd know, Iâve been on a few myself, you know,â he told her as he moved to sit on her shoulder.
âLots and lots of them! I could tell you some while we get you home?â He offered.
Tiffany beamed at the offer. Meeting a fairy and getting to hear their stories? It was better than a Giving! She nodded her head so hard her body moved with her. Causing her new friend to yelp and tumble. Luckily, his wings caught him.
âSorry! I didnât mean to!â
Instead of being upset, the fairy laughed as he righted himself.
âAlright, alright. Iâll fly on my own then!â He teased.
âNow, where is home for my tiny giant friend, hm? Which set of humans do you belong to?â
It took Tiffany a few seconds to understand, but when she did she made to point. Pausing only once she remembered she didnât know the way.
âIâm in Kingspool. The village on the cape. I live up on the cliff.â
âAll the way down there?â The fairy whistled. Long walk for a little human.
âWeâd better hurry if you want to be home for supper, my tiny giant! But lucky you, I know the way. Iâve fought off a few of your cats,â he laughed as they started back down the mountain and to a path to take his new friend home.
"The cats are mean," she agreed while they walked. She never had much luck with the cats in Kingspool. The ones by the docks were the worst!
"They are!" Laughed the fairy flying just a little ahead to mimic swatting them. "There was a tabby that chased down rabbits day and night!" He complained.
"Couldn't have that. Fat cat ate plenty without being a big bully! Took a while to chase him off. Broke my wing too! I thought I was done for," he whined, sinking a little as he flew.
Tiffany covered her mouth and gasped.
"Oh no! That must have been scary! Our cats get big! Was he going to eat you too?" Adjusting the fairy box, she kept pace with her new friend as he flew a bit ahead to show the way.
"Probably. But luckily for me. I'm smarter than a little bunny," he giggled and spun around.
As Tiffany walked behind the fairy, she leaned closer, excited to hear more. A fairy with stories! What could be better than that? She almost hoped she wouldnât make it home in time for supper. This was better than anything her mother could make.
âWhat did you do? Oh, you didnât hurt them too bad, did you?â Even if they chased her relentlessly, she would feel bad if something bad happened to them.
The fairy laughed hard. His head tilted back so far that he ended up flipping back having to steady himself with a few hard flaps of his glowing wings. Human children were some of the most curious creatures and excitable.
âHe was alright. Mostly. A couple cuts and scrapes, nothing his humans couldnât help him with. Managed to get him to run off. And straight into a rose bush!â He laughed again, holding his sides.
Which made Tiffany laugh too! She supposed that wasnât so bad. Sheâd fallen in them too. It hurt, but nothing bad ever happened to her! The worst part was the scolding she got for ripping a new shirt.
âIâm glad he stopped being a bully! No one should be that mean! But how did you scare him into the bush if he broke your wings?â
He gave the little girl a smug look before turning to float upside down.
âCats are stupid,â he explained simply. When that wasnât enough, he kicked his feet to get upright again. Clearly, a fairy who enjoyed a good story. Or, at least, a chance to brag.
âWhen he wasnât paying attention, I threw pebbles at his tail. Huge fluffy thing it was!â He spread his arms wide.
âAnd when he turned to look at what got his tail, I threw one on his whiskers. Back and forth and over again! Until the stupid cat spun himself silly!âHe giggled again at that, spinning around like he was chasing his own wings.
âThen with a loud hiss, he ran off straight into the thorn bush! Dumb cat stayed inside for a week!âSmacking his hands together, he mimicked the cat with a laugh.
Picturing a cat running in circles, little Tiffany couldnât help but loudly laugh as well. What a silly sight it must have been! She wished she could have seen it for real.
âThatâs really smart!â She praised, laughing more when he puffed out his chest with pride. Fairies were better than the stories. Tiffany almost didnât want to go home, even as she followed him down a barely used path.
âOne of the smartest! And the toughest!â He told her, playfully flexing his arms while he guided her on, careful of anything else in the mountains that would want to hurt a little girl. While fairies werenât the only things among the trees that liked children, it wasnât for the same reasons.
âDo you have any other fun stories?â She begged as she jumped on a log and walked down it with her arms outstretched.
âLots!â He chirped as he playfully ducked and weaved between low branches.
âI could tell you about when I fought off a Treewalker!â The fairy stopped at that and seemed to think for a moment.
âMaybe not. You might be a little young for that story. Itâs scary.â Tapping his lip, the fairy hummed, before grinning rather slyly at his tiny giant.
Jumping off the long, she hurried to the fairy. Hands on her hips, she leaned forward a little.
âIâm brave! Iâm going to be the guardian of Kingspool when I grow up! Grandpa already taught me lots! I can scare off the banshees! And I know when a shadow isnât a shadow, or or,â she explained how to protect someone from some of the less scary creatures that lived around.
Something the fairy was quite impressed by as he listened, floating backward as she talked. Most adults didnât know how to take such good care of themselves! What a smart little girl heâd found. He was surprised she was as lost as she was.
The fairy listened until he bumped into a tree from not paying attention. Laughing, he rubbed his head.
âArenât you a smart little giant!â He praised with a laugh. Briefly, he wondered if she needed his help. But either way, he was having far too much fun.
âI guess if youâre that brave, Iâll tell you the story of when I stopped a Treewalker that tried to gobble up my friends and chase us away from home.â
That made her stop in her tracks, bright green eyes wide and her little mouth hanging open.
âYou stopped a Treewalker?!â She squeaked. Those were too dangerous for the adults!
âGrandpa says theyâre super dangerous, and I should run away if I see one. They trick you, making you think theyâre just another tree with vines hanging off it.â
The fairy nodded his head as he flew a bit to try to get her walking again.
âHeâs right! Theyâll eat anyone they can fit between their teeth.â He held his hands up and mimicked eating with his teeth bared. Not even the animals were that dangerous.
âTheyâre very tough! Their skin is like tree bark. Makes them very hard to fight,â he explained.
Which had Tiffany rushing to catch up. She needed to know! How did someone so small beat something even the adults were afraid of?
âWhat did you do? Did you use fairy magic on him?â
âCouldnât! That doesnât work on, well, most things âcept animals and humans,â he admitted with a laugh. Clearing his throat when she frowned.
âI had to fight him off by myself! With thorn daggers and thistle arrows!â Pulling out said daggers, he spun them in his hands and did a quick trick of tossing them up and catching them.
âTougher than the stuff you find on a bush, but still not very strong against a Treewalker when heâs hungry. But I wasnât going to let him eat any of my friends!â He explained, swooping low and back up again.
âI stabbed at his fingers and wrists to make him drop my friends, but it wasnât enough. He was stubborn! No matter how many times I hit him, he just didnât care. I thought we were done for!â
âOh no!â Gasped Tiffany, covering her mouth. Treewalkers never stopped until they were full. Though sheâd never heard of them ever being full, just always starving.
âWhat did you do? Did he eat everyone?â She worried and bounced from foot to foot, even as she tried to keep up. The fairies had to be okay! They had to. Otherwise, that wouldnât be fair. And to a seven year old, fairness was still very important.
âNah! Fairies are known for being clever, you know.â He pretended to knock back an arrow and winked.
âWhen I knew I couldnât stop him from eating my friends, I did the only thing I could do! I shot him in the eyes. One right after the other!â Pretending to let go of the imaginary arrows, he raised his hands triumphantly.
âThen! When he was yelling and scratching at his eyes, I threw a dagger in his mouth!â
Wide eyed, Tiffany jumped. They were so small. How could something so small stop something as big as a tree?
âWas it enough? Did you scare him off?â
At first, he just beamed before he nodded.
âIt worked! When he couldnât open his eyes he got really mad and started to swing his fists like mad! But I dodged him easy. When I threw the dagger, he decided we were too much work and bumped around and away!â
Tiffany cheered loudly, throwing a fist into the air. Happy endings were her favourite.
âYouâre amazing! Grandpa was right. Fairies are wonderful,â she praised.
âThank you! Itâs always good to know someone still likes us,â he told her, coming to a stop.
âMaybe if I see you again, I can tell you more stories,â he offered before waving a hand.
They were in a familiar spot. The trees faded away, and in the distance was a small house on a cliff with a tin roof and smoke curling out of the chimney.
Tiffany stood in awe. Looking over her shoulder, she spun around, trying to make sense of everything. They hadnât walked that long, surely? Had she gotten so turned around that she hadnât actually gone far?
Watching her, the fairy giggled.
âYour grandpa should have told you stories about fairy rings. And that you should never walk into one,â he warned with a serious look but smiled quickly.
âSometimes we donât let you go. Things are different on this side.â
For the first time since she was found, Tiffany looked afraid. Grandpa had warned her about fairy rings! But she never noticed. Did that mean she was trapped?
Though her new friend only let her worry for a moment.
âDonât worry, I donât like keeping people. Most the time. Just keep walking straight ahead, and youâll make it home.â
When she didnât move at first, the fairy sighed and crossed his arms. It really was only right to not trust a fairy, he supposed. Especially when heâd already tricked her once. For her own good or not.
âGo on. Iâll stay right here until you get inside and see your parents,â he promised.
He wouldnât lie, right? But if she left, there would be no more stories. Would she ever get to meet a fairy again?
âAre you going to go far away when you go away?â She asked, fidgeting with her hands.
A small hum and the fairy sunk down to sit on her shoulder again.
âFar away for me, and far away for you arenât the same thing,â he explained. Things were very different for fairies than they were for humans after all.
âBut you better not get lost again,â he teased, grinning wide when she giggled.
âBe careful out there, and I bet Iâll see you again if you go hunting for fairies.â A playful nudge, and he shooed her off.
âThank you for taking me home! I hope you have lots of fun adventures!â She called as she ran to her little house where dinner was being made still.
Once she made it inside, she didnât even say hello before she looked out the window.
Just like he said, there was a little green light at the edge of the trees. A little bounce, and it darted away as her grandfather stepped over to put a hand on her head.
âDid you make a friend out there today?â
âYeah! I met the best fairy!â She giggled as she sat at the table for dinner. The very best fairy indeed. With stories she would keep forever. Tiffany would never stop keeping an eye out for a little green light.
Even when she grew too old to play with fairies and the expectations of the village bore heavy on her shoulders, Tiffany always watched for little green fairy lights.
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