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TAoL Part 9: Are there others?The short walk up the track towards the large command tent was a strange one for Llyle. It was akin to going to the movies where one walked through a dark corridor with a few blue lights on either side showing you where to go so you didn’t hit a wall. The guards at the tent’s entrance allowed them inside without question.TAoL Part 9: Are there others? by Green-EyedTiger
A large male faerie with sky blue skin, intense red eyes and a bald pate was talking to other faeries of various colours over a map as the trio walked in, pointing to it while mentioning different names. He looked first at Lizzie and gave her a curt nod of thanks. She curtsied in response and then indicated Llyle.
“This is Llyle, good Captain Kornel” Lizzie said softly but didn’t introduce Arthur to him, though the old faerie just waved to the large Captain jovially.
“So, Arthur, this is him?” Captain Kornel asked in a deep yet rather smooth voice, which Llyle had expected would be rough as is the usual for such people, charac
TAoL Part 8: Guards Among UsThe entire Forest of Memories extended below Llyle and Arthur as they headed west towards the River bank. Both were quiet while Llyle turned Arthur’s words over in his mind. As they flew closer to the bank, Arthur spoke. “Tell me, Llyle, did you notice the trinkets sitting on the shelves back at the Den?”TAoL Part 8: Guards Among Us by Green-EyedTiger
“I saw a few, but I wasn’t looking too closely” the boy admitted, only half paying attention. It had become easier to fly the hover scooter without having to think so hard and he found he only had to keep it moving forwards instead of up where they were, just as Arthur had instructed back at the Den.
“They have been collected over millennia, combed from the banks of the Dream River every so often after they materialized, so to speak, from the flowing dreams.”
“I remember you said that some of the furniture in the Den got washed up,” Llyle said, paying a bit more attention than a few minutes before.
“It’s true. The
Commission - A rooftop exchange*Niamh is pronounced “Nee-yev”Commission - A rooftop exchange by Green-EyedTiger
Elodie sat upon a bench on the flat rooftop of the orphanage she has lived in for the past four years. The autumn wind blowing from her left sifted through her single high pig tail, tickling her neck. The sun was warm at least and it was quiet. Most of the children who lived in the orphanage were out for the day at one of the many museums in the city, that particular one showcasing a large portion of historical artefacts from the days of Louis XVI.
She would have gone too if it was perhaps an art museum, but today’s outing did not appeal to her. It was pleasant to have such a quiet air about the orphanage, though. No shouting at children to leave her alone, especially since she couldn’t be alone in her shared room. Elodie looked out over the railing at the edge of the roof, towards the beautiful French coast, which was not far off. Looking at the sea brought back childhood memories of the beach, of the searing heat of
Zoey, The Zombie CannonballIt was close to midnight when the nightly circus show finally came to an end and all the visitors were filing out. Zoey, resident not-so-human and very-zombie cannonball was helping move her cannon back into the backstage of the Big Top with The Strong Man’s kind assistance. She was about to begin checking it and cleaning it, as was her nightly and post-show ritual, when her partner, Violet, came up behind her. Voilet was the circus’ resident explosive and pyrotech expert. Incidentally, she was also a vampire. They were different, just like all the circus staff. They were not monsters, exactly, though many would consider them so.Zoey, The Zombie Cannonball by Green-EyedTiger
“Do you have a minute, Zoey?” Violet asked with her hands behind her back.
“Sure, I do.” Zoey replied, turning around and smiling at her vampiric friend.
“Since tomorrow night is going to be big, I decided to get you something for good luck” the pyrotech said as she pulled a medium-sized wooden box from be
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Llyle awoke in a grassy meadow with flowers aplenty; some were colours he didn’t even know existed and while others were shapes that boggled the mind. Either way, it was the most beautiful place he’d ever seen. “Am I in heaven?” he thought to himself. He’d always been told it was a beautiful place.
“Can’t be. I’m not in the clouds” he said aloud, looking up at the sky and seeing it scattered with those fluffy cotton-ball-like blobs of white.
Llyle slowly got up and looked around while rubbing sleep from his eyes. Oddly enough, he didn’t feel all that groggy like he usually did when he woke up. “I better find someone so I can find out where I am and how to get home,” he thought after having a good look around the meadow. “Well, since this place isn’t in the clouds, it can’t be heaven so I should be able to get home...” he muttered.
Llyle found a path into the forest and decided to follow it, ending up in another meadow. This one, however, was different to the one he’d woken up in. There was a girl in it, on her hands and knees seemingly searching for something. Her skin was the colour of lilacs and a flower crown sat upon a head covered in shoulder-length platinum-blonde hair.
Now, he knew it was rude to stare at people, but this lilac-skinned girl had something very stare-worthy; a pair of gossamer wing sprouting from her back. He moved to stop staring and try to keep finding his way through the forest but his hand brushed some leaves. He cringed and looked back and the mysterious girl. She was looking straight at him. “Can I help you?” she asked him, her voice sweet and lilting.
“Um...” Llyle stammered, “I’m a bit lost....”
“I’ve never seen you before. Where did you come from?” she asked and sat up, looking at the odd,
pale-skinned, wingless boy.
“A meadow just back the way I came” he replied, a bit shy now that he could see her whole face. “Is this heaven?”
The girl looked confused. “I’m not sure where that is, but you’re in Avalon.” She then put a hand on her chest. “Avalon is the land of the fae, like me.”
“Fae? You mean fearies?”
She smiled, and it was such an honest, beautiful smile that Llyle couldn’t help but smile back. “Exactly! But, you’re still quite lost.” She stated matter-of-factly.
Llyle looked down. “I know” he said softly, “And I know my family is probably worrying already. Could you help me find a way out of Avalon?”
“There’s only one way out of Avalon, and that’s to travel on a special ferry on the Dream River.”
“I see.... Would you be willing to help me get to it? My name is Llyle, by the way…” and he stretched out his right hand shyly, as he had been taught to when introducing himself to somebody new. The fae girl stood up, walked over to Llyle and took his hand, “Lizzie. I pleasure to make your acquaintance, but I’ll only help you if you become my friend.”
“Lizzie? That’s almost like my sister’s name!” he said happily. “She has hair just like yours, and a little button nose just like yours.” Llyle suddenly missed his little sister very much, but did his best to smile. “I would love to become your friend!” he said, looking Lizzie in the eyes.
“I pleasure to be your friend Llyle.” she replied, smiling at him.