SHORT FICTION

Thursday, 6 April 2017

THE MYSTICAL BOOK-FLASH FICTION

 
Hi everyone! Today we have apiece about a magical book. Hope you enjoy.
 
 
 
 
The Mystical book

Flash fiction

 

There is a very old very faerie who owns a book that has a whole world in it.

Only his chosen ones get to see this book. It contains a castle where a queen lives with her court.

Owls keep watch over the castle and serve as her personal guards.

The very old faerie serves as her protector of this world and anyone who tries to steal the book meets the consequences of the old faerie who turns into a dragon.

One tale that went around was that a mean court faerie who was not chosen to see the book decided to steal it.

He came prepared to slay the old dragon but much to his surprise, the old faerie said that he could see the book and could even go the hidden castle.

The court faerie should have been wary of the old faerie’s offer but he wanted to go so the old faerie granted him his wish.

The queen greeted him and made him welcome. He again should have been wary of the queen but he was too caught up at being there and looking at what he wanted to possibly claim as his.

He was entertained that evening and fed well and he was feeling pretty confident in himself at what he had done.

He was thinking that the old faerie could not defeat him anymore, even in his dragon form. As for the queen he thought, maybe she didn’t want any trouble.

That night after the party, he was shown to his room which had a massive bed in it. There was a massive wall of books on one side and he could feel the magic come off of them.

He laid in the middle of the massive bed and started to dream of magic and riches that would be at his beck and call.

He had fallen asleep and at the exact hour of the start of the witching hour, a snow white owl flew into the room. The bird did not wake him.

The snow white owl transformed into a tall beautiful woman who went over to the wall of books and took a book out. Another one fell to the floor waking him.

He startled awake and was about to demand what was going on when he saw her standing there in the moon’s light.

She was the most beautiful faerie he had ever seen. Her snow white wings shone and glowed. When she looked over at him her blue eyes the color of topaz made him catch his breath.

He could speak no words.

She put the book back on the shelf along with the one that fell and made her way over to him. There was now a fear that took hold of him as he realized that she was one of the owls that guarded the queen's castle.

She carried a silver sword at her side and her delicate white clawed hand rested on the hilt.

Finally he found words to say to her. “You are most beautiful.”

She tilted her head at him and grinned. “You are the queen’s special guest. Let me entertain you.”

“Now? At this hour?” He was starting to fear her again.

“It’s most magical out my friend. Come and see.”

He had no choice but to follow her.

She led him out beside the castle where a running creek constantly ran and the closer they got, the more frightened he became.

“Should we be out here,” he asked.

She never answered him.

When they got to the edge of the river, he could hear the water gush and run lively. He had no desire to go near.

She didn’t make him but when she turned to him, she had her sword in her hand. He gasped and fell to his knees begging her not to kill him.

She nodded and ordered him to rise. He did and when she touched him with her sword, he turned into a small dragon.

“You will now serve as the queen’s pet.”

She placed a small metal collar on him and led him back inside.

The mean faerie now was at the queen’s beck and call, flying delivering messages to other courts and hunting for her.

He only got to be his own self during the witching hour and this one night he decided to try and escape.

The books in his room had told him how to leave and so this night he made his way past the rushing river and to an old tree that was supposed to open a portal back to his world if he said the right words.

So with a tremble he placed his hand on the old tree and said the words.

The queen now had two wonderful trees to enjoy.

The new one provides a nice spot to sit under and only during the witching hour can you hear the tree moan and sway as if it is trying to lift its roots out and leave.

But it never does.


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