I had been sitting for a few hours now, clutching the string the fairy had provided. Waiting… waiting…
I began to get very sleepy. Pinching myself began to lose its effect š ! I started to wonder if the culprit would even–
A small crunching noise sounded from beyond the bushes. Could it be?
I hoisted myself onto my tired feet to see what might have made the noise.
I smiled wide. The culprit was asĀ I expected!
“Here girl!” I called.
And Kaity came bounding into my arms!
“You little troublemaker!” I said playfully, as she knocked me off my feet.
It took her a while to calm down, but I managed to tie the string on her collar as a makeshift leash that I tied around my wrist securely.
Then I laid down with her by my side and slept.
“Good morning,” the fairy said, waking me up.
“I found the culprit!” I exclaimed eagerly, patting Kaity on the head. “She’s my dog. I deeply apologize for the trouble she caused.”
“I forgive you,” the fairy said, not so enthusiastically.
“What’s wrong?” I inquired.
The fairy furrowed her brow, hesitating to reply. “I should have told you! It’s no use! You caught the culprit, but the damage is done! Without a storehouse, no fairies can live here. And I can’t build one by myself! I’m sorry I put you through this hopeless ordeal!” She bit her lip, her tiny eyes gleaming with tears.
“Let me help you,” I replied softly. “Let me help you rebuild.”
She looked at me with a joyful, glowing face. And with that we began.
I got to learn how the fairies make their seemingly magical mud. So thin, yet so sturdy.
Oops! Don’t mind the blown over building! š
She even gave me permission to use the recipe in a science fair! I Ā laughed to myself, for I was sure to win this year!
And by noon that day, we were done building–an impossible task for one fairy, but a very quick one for a fairy and a human!
“How can I ever thank you!” The fairy exclaimed. “Now fairies will return, and I will be able to live safely in my home! Perhaps you would like citizenship in my town! You could live here with us!”
I chuckled,Ā citizenship in fairyland, wouldn’t that be amazing!?
“You know,” I said, “what I really would like, is just to go home.”
“Then home you will have!” she responded gleefully. “I will take you to the top of the cliff you fell from, and I imagine you can take it from there?”
Home! At last!
Only one more part left! Stay tuned for the finale!
Have you enjoyed this series? Are you looking forward to the finale?
P.S. The nighttime pictures actually weren’t taken at night! I took them in the day, and then edited them on Picmonkey! š
I don’t know how long I laid at the bottom of the cliff unconscious. Perhaps minutes. Perhaps hours.Ā
I slowly woke up. Where in the world was I?
My senses slowly came back to me. I had fallen off a cliff. I had been trying to get the Frisbee.
Ow! I thought, holding my hand to myĀ throbbing head. I must have bumped it hard! I winced.
Alright, time to get out of here. I tied my tousled hair back into a ponytail with my spare hair tie.
I stood up slowly, and turned to face the cliff. But it was way too tall to even reach my hand to the top, and would be too difficultĀ to climb, especially with my badly scraped up hands–not to mention my terribly banged-upĀ body.
I realized in terror, that I was lost.
On the bright side, when I get home, Julie will probably agree to get me a phone, I smiled.
That is, if I get home, a tiny voice said inside of me. I tried to shrug off the thought. I needed to stop thinking of what awful things could happen, and startĀ thinking of what to do next.
But what does one do when they are lost in the wilderness? A lightbulb seemed to pop above my head, as I remembered Clara’s lecture on survival. I strained to remember what she had said. If only I had payed more attention!
Build a fire. She had said to build a fire. Not only would it help keep you warm, it would act as a signal to those trying to find you.
I ran off to find firewood.
I had gathered quite a load when I heard a loud rumbling noise behind me.Ā
Oh no.
Dark thunderclouds were rolling swiftly in. No time for a fire, my new priority was to find shelter. It would not do to get sick from the cold and wet the storm would bring.
I ran frantically in all directions, trying to find some kind of shelter.
It began to sprinkle.
I discovered a small dark cave on the other side of a large boulder. It would do. I bolted into it.
It was humid and warm in the cave, and the rain began to pitter-patter more loudlyĀ outside. I was exhausted.
I laid my aching body down on the hard dirt floor, trying not to think about my dire situation, for there was nothing I could do until the storm passed. And soon the rain had lulled me to sleep.
I slept fitfully for a while, until Ā I was awaken by a strange, sweet voice, thatĀ sounded like it was speaking to me.
I opened my sleepy eyes part way, and saw a bright light coming from…from what?
I opened my eyes the rest of the way, and was shocked to see a tiny winged girl, standing beside me in the cave!
“Ah, good!” The miniature, glowing girl said, with a sense of urgencyĀ in her voice. “You’re awake!”
I sat bolt upright. “Who-who are you?!”
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I hope you enjoyed, stay tuned for more next Wednesday!!
This is the last TIWC challenge! It has been sooo fun, and a really good writing exercise, as well! And I hope to participate in another writing camp in the future!
I used all three prompts (this, that, and that) and included something lost, something found, and heartbreak. The prompted parts are this color.
This is another continuation! Complimentary refreshments: One, Two, Three, Four, Five.
Get comfortable… this is a long one… š
Janice hung her head and dragged her feet as Rose led her in the direction of the orphanage. What were you thinking? Her thoughts taunted. Escape from the orphanage? No way.
Janice noticed the cave where the Spera lived as they passed by it. He had been so kind. She hated to leave all his plans undone. Suddenly, something in the cave opening caught her eye. What? Janice shook her head in confusion, blinking.
The Spera was standing in the cave opening.
What in the world was he doing there? He nodded towards her, a serious expression on his face. Then he shot out of the door (Janice hadnāt known how fast Speras were!) and latched abruptly onto Roseās leg. She shrieked, letting go of Janiceās hand.
āGo!ā the Spera shouted, clutching onto her leg with all his might, as she swatted and tugged angrily at him. At his word Rose turned sharply around, but the Spera wouldnāt let her budge, and Janice was making a mad dash toward the lake.
Wait! What about the Spera? I canāt leave him there! Janice thought. She whirled around.
āNo,ā he said, seeing her, āRun. NOW!ā So she did runāall the way back to the water.
Finally Janice stumbled onto the shore. She peered out over the lake, but to her dismay, the boat was nowhere to be seen.
āNo,ā she breathed, straining her eyes across the water. āNo, no, no, no, no.ā The boat had already left. Her journey was void, and the Speraās life, for who knows where Rose had taken him by now, was wasted. Janice felt a sudden wave of rage. All this for NOTHING!
She shouted angrily, storming around the lakeside, punching the air, and yanking out grass with all her might. Then she stopped, her fist clenched so fiercely that her fingernails pinched her palms, and her knuckles were white. Her grip loosened, and Janice collapsed onto the ground, sobs racking her body. Itās over. Itās done. All is lost.
āThere, there,ā said a voice. She could feel someone patting her back gently. āWhy are you crying? Itās alright. Itās going to be okay.ā
The voice. It was familiar. Could it beā? Janice raised her head.
The Spera!
āBut?āBut you? How?ā Janice sputtered through sobs and tears of joy and relief.
He shrugged, smiling. āIām a good runner. Oh, and Rose? She wonāt be bothering you anymore. She was too shocked, and a bit frightened, by your strange, tiny friend to go looking for you again. Sheās probably halfway to the orphanage by now, preparing to ask for backup.ā
āBut the boatāitās gone!ā
āDid you forget? Iām a Spera. I help people on their journeys. Naturally, I have a canoe in my cave.ā Janice beamed at him. They would save the children from that evil orphanage after all!
. . . . .
In no time, Janice and the Spera had retrieved the boat and were rowing across the shining lake. Pine trees lined the shore in the distance, growing smaller as they moved away from them.
āWhy did you come?ā Janice asked, breaking the peaceful silence.
āWhat do you mean?ā
āYou said that your kind is not very strong. Will you survive out here?ā
The Spera paused, his eyes staring into the distance thoughtfully. āAfter my family was gone, I decided that I never wanted to leave the cave again. Itās not that nature kills us, itās just that we are more easily overpowered by other creatures, and that we respond to change and emotion differently than other creatures might. We are more prone to get sick from worry, or other challenging emotions, and sometimes we canāt recover. I donāt know how I, myself, survived the loss of my family. But I knew I never wanted to risk leaving my home again. Sometimes I would wake up and take a moment to appreciate the fact that Iām alive. But then I met you, the first traveler Iād seen in a long while, and I was moved by your determination and eagerness for your cause. I realized, then, that though I was alive, I wasnāt really living. I would rather be here, working for a good cause that I believe in, than cooped up in a cave all my days, feeling sorry for myself.ā Janice nodded soberly, and they continued across the lake in silence.
Finally, a small thread was visible, laying on the lakeās horizon. Janice stood up in the boat in excitement, trying to keep her balance while looking at the precious strip of land. She beamed. Her parents were so close! The kids from the orphanage would soon be rescued! They were soon upon the shore, and Janice jumped out of the canoe when they docked, nearly capsizing the wobbly boat. Then, she remembered the Spera and helped him out, too. He knew the way to Jacksonville, so they didnāt need to find someone to ask, and the Spera could hardly get Janice to sit down and eat something before they left. It was only a short while before they made it to Jacksonville. But what they discovered there was the opposite of what they expected.
The town was in ruins. Black rubble and ash covered the ground, and remnants of the walls of buildings waved precariously in the breeze. Janiceās heart broke at the sight of her beloved home that she had so looked forward to seeing again. She swiftly weaved her way through the rubble to where she remembered her home to be, the Spera following close behind.
āHere it is,ā she said, motioning toward a half-burnt house. The Spera shook his head sadly.
āIām sorry,ā he said, looking at his feet.
āJanice?ā a quavering voice said from inside the crumbling walls. Janice looked up, her sad eyes wide and wondering.
āM-mama?ā she whispered. The lady came running out from the house, a man running close behind her. Janiceās eyes were sparked with hope and excitement. Mama and Dad! They ran towards each other, embracing each other joyously.
āWe were only here to gather anything left!ā the father said through tears, as the mother nodded, biting her lip as the tears came in rivers from her hazel eyes and down her pale cheeks. After a flurry of sobs and laughs. They finally settled down enough to exchange their stories.
Janice mother spoke first, āWe were so worried, Janice. You disappeared so suddenly! We searched and searched, with no luck! But then war broke out in the country, and the soldiers came, burning and stealing as they went.ā She choked on her words, and her husband continued.
āEveryone was running all at once, us included. We escaped to the nearest town, where those who survived the attack are now staying. Thankfully, the townspeople are good, and have helped us immensely. It was just today that I had a day off of the job I got in town, and so we decided to come back and search through the ruins and see if any of our belongings were left. A few things survived, but,ā he smiled from ear to ear, āwe had no idea that weād find you instead!ā
Janiceās mother, calmed down a bit, continued, āBut what about you, Janice? What happened?ā she pleaded. āAndā¦ā she said, upon seeing the tiny, smiling boy standing in the backgroundāwhich was a bit of a shock, āwhoā¦ who is your friend here?ā
āBoy, have I got a story to tell you!ā Janice responded, backing up to introduce the Spera to her parents.
How do you/did you like this series? Would you like to see me continue it more?
I hope you aren’t tired of seeing TIWC entries… BUT… I am planning a craft! š Hint: it’s fall inspired!
I used all three prompts. Linky, Linky, Link. And I included a pen! The prompted parts are in this color.Ā Go Team Pen!!Ā
This is another continuation, so here are some complimentary refreshments: Part one, two, three, four (Wow! That’s a lot!)
Here it is! I had funĀ writing this one… Enjoy… XD
Janice yawned and sat up in bed, stretching her arms out wide so they could reach the cave walls on either side of her. She smiled. These last few days had been lovely. She was able to recover her strength at the Speraās home, where she could sleep and eat plenty, unlike at the orphanage. During her stay, the Spera informed Janice of the plans he made for her journey to find her parents and save the orphanage.
The plan was as follows: walk east until she reached the lake; take the boat ride acrossāthe Spera kindly provided the funds; ask for directions and go to Jacksonvilleāher hometown; and locate her parents when she reached it. Once she found her parents, they would have to help her from there. Janice could only pray that they would help herāassuming that they were actually still living in Jacksonville.
So after a hearty breakfast, Janice bid the Spera farewell, with many thanks, and was off, following the sun that was resting just on the horizon in the east. It wasnāt long before she reached the lake, sparkling in the morning sun that was now floating a little farther up in the sky. She sat down in the grasses by the lakeside, watching for any signs of a boat. Sure enough, a speck soon appeared on the horizon and slowly grew larger as it came closer.
It wonāt be long now Janice thought to herself, smiling. She cherished the thought of seeing her parents again. What a happy reunion it would be! And to think of saving her friends from the orphanage! She jumped up from the ground in excitement, nearly convincing herself that she should swim to the boat to save time. Janice quickly renounced that idea when she felt the icy cold water on her bare feet, and remembered that she hadnāt swam in years.
In her great burst of enthusiasm, Janice hadnāt noticed the curly-haired brunette girl walking up to her.
Janice did a little hop out of surprise at the sight of her, secretly wondering if she had looked silly, prancing around the shore like that. She looked at the ground, twiddling the grass with her toes, trying to act like she neither had seen the girl, nor had been practically dancing around earlier.
āHello, Janice,ā the girl said boldly.
Janice didnāt pretend to not notice the girl anymore. She looked up, alarm piercing through her eyes.
āH-how do you know my name,ā Janice sputtered untrustingly.
āOh,ā the girl replied, idly twiddling a pen she had pulled out of her pocket, āwell I suppose it is kind of rude to not introduce myself, seeing as I know who you are. Iām Rose, and Iām here to take you back to the orphanage.ā
Janice was shocked. āBut-but why? You canāt! Iāve gotten so far! Who really are you? One of the headmistressās secret agents?ā Janice was trembling violently.
āNo, Iām not a secret agent,ā she chuckled. āIām an orphan too. Just like you are.ā
āYou are not!ā Janice cried. āIf you were like me, you wouldnāt be bringing me back to that horrible place!ā
Rose sighed. Was that a small glint of sadness in her eye? āSome say Iām a traitor. Maybe I am. All I know is I did what I had to do to be treated well by the headmistress, and have any hope of happiness. Which at the moment, requires that you come back with me.ā
Janice bit her lip and let the tears flow, as Rose tightly gripped her arm and led her back the way to the orphanage. In her mind, the plan Janice had thought was her reality became a distant dream, and the orphanage she had thought was her past became her realityāan unbeatable, inescapable reality.
*insert evil laugh* Ahem. XD What do you think? Are you looking forward to the next part?
Also, this is another continuation,here are PartsĀ 1, 2, 3. And if you just need a quick refresher, Janice is launching into her life story, just after the Spera told her his.
Enjoy!!
āThe orphanageāit is a strange place. It is full of cruel secrets that lurk from the corners of our bedrooms to the heart of the headmistress, or more like the orphanage dictator. I spent two years of my life living in that abysmal place. The strange thing is, I am not even an orphan.
āI suppose I had better start from the beginningāthe very beginning.
āI was born to my parents as their only child. They were kind, I remember, although times of love seem centuries away, even though I lived most of my life in it. It was on my tenth birthday that my carefree life was turned upside down. I had been all dressed up for my birthday; my brown locks were braided and a small tiara was set on my head. My presents were a new doll and a lovely pen with my name engraved on it. While having a tea party with my doll in the grass outside, an expensive black buggy jolted up to our yard. Looking up from my play, I saw a short, thin lady dressed in black stepping down from the buggy, with a dark veil covering her face.
āāI can get my parents for you, maāam,ā I called to the mysterious woman, as I started to walk back to the house.
āāNo!ā she snapped venomously. I stopped in my tracks, turning hesitantly to face her.
āāCome here, girl,ā She coaxed, āIām only a friend.ā Her voice was like a sweet fruit with a worm inside of it. Untrusting as I was of her, I was too frightened to do anything except for what she told me to.
āāThatās good, child. Now hop into the buggy.ā And thus ended my happy childhood.
āI dare not imagine how my parents felt when they found that I had disappeared into thin air. I can only hope they were happier than I, when that lady brought me to live at the dreadful orphanage.
āThe orphanage is a terrible place full of concrete walls and cruel mistresses. We slept on mats on the floor, and were fed three tasteless meals a day. Ragged-haired girls skittered through the hallways. I quickly became one of those girls.
āBut the orphanage was more than just an awful, cold building. It held secrets which I was never able to understand, one of which being why I was even there, for I, along with many others, were not orphans. Another strange secret was the headmistressās daughter, whom I never saw, except for the time when my friend and I managed to slip out and peer through the keyhole in their cottage door, which was inside of the large enclosed area surrounding the orphanage. We observed the headmistress and her daughter for a while, and they seemed to act friendly towards each other; the headmistress even acted genuinely kind to her daughter, which was a shock to see. But never had we seen someone look as lost in their own home as those two did.
āBut after two long years living in the orphanage, I had devised a plan of action. I had thoroughly explored the building and the enclosed outdoor area in my short bouts of free time, and knew of a way to escape. I also knew that after my escape, I must find my parents, somehow. And maybe, just maybe, they could rescue us.
āSo here I am now, trying to do just that.ā
Janice finished, the tears coming in streams down her pale cheeks. She bit her lip, āCan you help me?ā she asked the Spera, who had been listening intently and quietly to her story.
āYes,ā he replied, āI think I can help you, Janice.ā
