Parts One, Two, Three
Here’s a quick refresher from last week:
“Ah, good!” The miniature, glowing girl said, with a sense of urgency in her voice. “You’re awake!”
I sat bolt upright. “Who-who are you?!”
Grace’s Point of view
“I am a fairy,” the girl spoke sweetly, “and I need your help.”
“What?” I asked in bewilderment. “A fairy? Those are in stories! And you need my help? I’m the one in need of help! I’m lost, and–”
The little fairy chuckled, shaking her head, “Fairies aren’t made up in storybooks, storybooks are made by those who meet fairies!” I blinked, aghast at her matter-of-fact statement. “But anyways, I need your help! My town is in ruins! You must come with me!”
With that she flew out the cave opening (the storm was past by now). I didn’t see much better that I could do, so I followed.
“Hurry now!” She called.
And she meant hurry! I had to practically sprint after her! Who would have thought her little wings could carry her so fast!
But what am I saying; who would have thought that she even existed!
We came to some bushes, beyond which was a clearing by a lake with a cute little fairy town inside!
“This is it!” she said, landing on the ground by one of the buildings. They looked like they were made of thin, delicate, dried mud, but when I felt one, I realized it was surprisingly very sturdy!
“Doesn’t anyone else live here?” I asked her. It seemed awfully empty for a fairy town.
“No,” she said sadly, ushering me over to the side of the tiny town.
“Because something destroyed our storehouse–where we keep all our food–the other night. And no food means no fairies. They all packed up and left.”
I nodded sympathetically. “So where do I come in?”
“Do you think you can catch the culprit?” She gave me a weak, despondent smile. She obviously believed I’d say no to the impossible task. I suspected she had been turned down from a couple of people by now. I wanted to help her. But how?
“I’ll help you,” I said, choking on the words. I hope, I thought to myself.
Her grin was so huge that I almost laughed out loud!
“Oh Great!! This is absolutely wonderful! I’ll show you all I know!”
And she began listing random facts that might have to do with the case, from where footprints were, to the silly dreams she had the night “the thing” came.
I noted that the thing had dug through the sturdy store house to get to the food, and it only ate the meat, but the rest of the food was ruined, too.
She showed me where some footprints were in the dirt. I observed them carefully, and she also gave me some fur samples that she had located around the ruins. It looked like… a coyote? I shuddered at the thought of stopping a wild dog.
I carefully examined the evidence again.
“I’ve got it!!” I exclaimed, making the chattering fairy jump. “I know who the culprit is–and how to stop them!”
Her eyes sparkled joyfully, “What do you need?”
“Some string! And… maybe a nap…” For it was going to be a long night.
Then all I had to do was wait.
Do you know who the culprit is? Are you looking forward to Part 5?
P.S. Isn’t Rebecca such a pretty fairy?