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Whispering Death ch.4

The festival grounds were busy with people preparing. Shop stalls, food venders, and tents were set up in a half crescent. Circles made of rope marked off small performance spaces for acts and entertainers along the path ways to tables and seats. In the center was a stage with an opening for dancing. Musicians were already practicing a few jigs while children danced. Drina smiled from the entrance, watching the children bump into each other carelessly, laughing and cheering. 

It was easy to view the entire grounds from the street outside the city. Little fence lines of royal purple flags with gold trim led you right to the giant welcome banner. Each flag had the Steaua Lunii symbol, a full moon with a wax and waning moon connecting on each side. The string of flags hung from poles around the entire fair ground and hung in front or beside each structure.

Slowly Drina made her way through the fairground, nodding at those who stopped working to observe her presence. There were still a few hours before the festival would officially begin, so many villages weren’t allowed to roam the grounds unless they had official business. To Drina, she felt at home. Walking freely at her own pace, unafraid of those around her, and willing to make eye contact with confidence. She knew they would know in an instant she was one of them. Not many people would brazenly walk among them without fear or judgment.

Very soon, Drina was greeted with smiles. A few of the elders would kiss the tip of their fingers, offer it above them, then extend it out towards her. It was a traditional greeting of blessing, then  Drina would reply by kissing her own fingers, offering it below and across. “Bless the heavens above, and the lands below you.” Although being able to interact with her people felt nostalgic, Drina knew to be wary.

In the very far back part of the grounds, Drina could see several carriages and the tip of a large tent. It was most likely where the bands of gypsies slept. Close to the pathway ahead sat two shaggy looking dogs guarding it. As she approached, the mutts sat alert, watching her every move. Behind them, several more appeared out of the shadows to roam around. 

Oh a traveler’s life, Drina huffed flatly. Memories of her childhood began to flood her of the times she moved around with her family band. Constantly living in small herds, clustering in safe havens with other bands, still keeping to themselves while protecting each other. And then there were the Travellers mutts. Gypsy dogs were a special kind of breed that looked like a regular canine to the naked eye. You could never tell what specific mixed breeds it had, and often they would come in various sizes of cur. For those who knew better, they weren’t just any mutt; they were spirit dogs. 

In the dark, a glow within their eyes flickered dimly, revealing their nature of shadow and magic. Any Traveller worth their salt had one. However, mutts were the most troublesome breed to handle. Mutts didn’t eat physical food, instead they feasted on their owner’s soul well, the source of their power. If Drina wasn’t constantly worrying about money, food, or shelter for the two of them, she would consider a mutt for herself. The wealth of her soul-well was deep and the mutt would offer security while being out in the wild. Irrationally, she argued that the reason she didn’t want one was because of her fear to contain and control her power. The truth, however, was because she hated dogs. Had they been ravens instead, she would’ve bought one in seconds. 

Without stopping, Drina walked between the two mutts. A small shiver ran up her spine as she passed, but they did not move. Continuing down the path, it ran between several clusters of bands, each one represented by different sigils and crests. So far, there were none that she recognized, which also didn’t give much comfort. Several mutts in between clusters would step out of the shadow to pause and watch, their eyes glowing red. Finally up ahead, Drina could see the central tent with three dogs on guard, expectantly waiting for her to approach. 

Drina had an inkling that the owner was within. Judging by the presence of mutts he was either an incredible businessman or very powerful. She stopped several feet away from the entrance and immediately felt several mutts surrounding her from behind. With a deep breath, she slowly lifted her right hand and pushed her left one down. Drina then motioned her arms into a wide circle and as her right hand descended, she placed it just behind her hip. With her left hand, she continued to extend it above her head while sliding her left leg forward to bow. Looking up at the dogs, she waited. The middle mutt stared intensely at her, before licking at his lips. In the palm of her left hand, Drina pooled her energy into a small blue orb. With a cold snap, the orb split in her hand and the mutt turned around to walk instead. 

Even after her father taught her how to deal with spirit dogs, facing one still terrified her. Drina followed it, pushing past the curtains. Inside was a divider hallway that led to a small opening. Several men spoke in her mother tongue on the other side, laughing and telling crude jokes. She stepped up to the opening and took a deep breath. Shielding herself, she straightened her back and stepped out confidently. 

There were four men, three crowded around on the left side and one sat behind a cluttered desk. It was covered with piles of paper scrolls and a large stack of assorted coin bags. Some of the coins had slid off the table and littered the ground. The chair behind the desk was built like a throne, fitted with large soft purple pillows hemmed with golden thread seams. Her sudden unannounced presence silenced the room. Drina wore the biggest grin she could muster, stepping up to the desk. 

“Good day lads, I’m here to find work. I heard there was some to be found here.”

A thin, square-chinned man slouching in the chair sat up with a glare, his face red with surprise and rage. His common tongue was heavy with accent, a dead giveaway of his lineage. 

“How did you get past the dogs?”

The other men stepped forward, waiting for the word to dispatch her. This must be Mr. Gafrald, the man Lulu told her about. He wore several rings and chains around his neck, practically screaming his wealth. Crossing her arms, Drina tried to act tough.

“I know how to deal with your kind and am no stranger to your ways.”

With a hard front, Gafrald examined her clothes and hair. It wasn’t exactly the style of a Traveller, since she preferred to avoid attention, yet he seemed to relax. Anyone stepping past a gypsy dog would need to know a thing or two, else they would be dead.

“We have no room for performers.”

“I’m not here to perform. I can read fortunes.”

The man chuckled humorlessly. “Oh, like we don’t have hundreds of those.”

The other men chuckled along, ridiculing her. Typical, Drina thought. They were mocking her. She pulled out her fan from her side pouch, holding it high enough for them to see the chain dangling from it. 

“Care for a sample before I take a booth?” 

The look in the man’s eye softened, he recognized the embroiders right away before focusing on the small beaded rose. It was the Travellers’ rose from Scion, a mark any gypsy leader would know with a glimpse. Not only did her fan have her kin’s crest, it was a tool well known within her family’s bloodline. A few men shuffled uncomfortably, and one leaned in to whisper in Gafrald’s ear. He spoke in their mother tongue, assuming she couldn’t understand.

“Could have bought it at a market. A lot of mi’riquals are murdered and plundered.”

Gafrald sighed, leaning back into his chair, “Ay, she could. Call more hounds and prepare to clean the place up. Can’t risk letting her leave alive.”

Drina felt herself losing her cool. How dare they insult her. Mi’riquals was a term used for those who abandoned their bands. They gave up their traditions and often lived as the tyrant kings’ citizens. Meaning, they chose to betray their kin. Drina would never betray her family or her friends. They were the ones who betrayed her. Gritting her teeth, she interjected.

“How dare you.” The men stiffened, turning pale. “I’m no Mi’riqual. You accuse me, then threaten me? Is this how you treat your own?”

Drina’s fist shook, the air quickly turning cold around her. Shadows dripped down from the corners of the room, dimming the light in the room as whispers bounced off the walls.The men looked around, backing towards Gafrald. It was bad enough to insult a fellow gypsy, but worse to insult one with power. Holding up his hands, Gafrald stood up and signaled for everyone to calm down. 

“My apologies, please. You know just as well as I do, just protecting our own.” 

Drina glared, watching his hands before she took a deep breath. The shadows receded as she exhaled, returning the light to the room. Gafrald smiled with genuine interest, lowering his hands to the desk. 

“Good good. How may I make amends, sister.” His breath puffed in the air as he spoke.

“Give me a booth and a 90% cut of the profits.”

“Ha! I wouldn’t give my pap that much. Look, 60% and you’ll get a prime booth.”

Drina wasn’t going to settle easily. If she was going to risk exposing herself, she was going to make it worth her while. 

“85% and I will give you a seance. I may not be a performer, but I’ll give you a show to the likes you’ve never seen. All ticket sales are yours and I keep the tips.”

She allowed a moment for him to consider before extending her hand. “Do we have a deal?”

Gafrald tapped the desk a few times before bursting into a hearty laugh. Reaching over, he took her hand, shaking it with a firm grip. Looking at the other men, he wagged a finger at her.

“Ehh, a true gypsy here! Knows how to barter like a true Brynian.” 

Drina chuckled. He must’ve been comparing her to his own band. Each band had different names, giving them strength in trade while traveling. The stronger the reputation, the better deals they would get with goods. He sat down, pulling out a ledger and pen. 

“Alright, and what name should I put you down as?”

This was easier than she thought, half-heartedly giving her a false name. “Drina Forest.”

Gafrald sharpened his gaze, his smile curling sinisterly. Chills colder than the room ran up Drina’s spine. She recognized that smile. 

“Your real name. There is a lot on the line for me with this type of deal. I need assurance that I am not going to be played a fool.” 

Pulling out a contract, he slid it across the table towards her. Drina felt the blood draining from her face. It was a contract she was well aware of, the kind that was not just a legal binding of laws. This was a blood-bind. She should’ve known better. Gafrald propped his elbows up and folded his hands, waiting for her to take it before continuing.

“You’ll perform tomorrow night, at the full moon’s peak. After the show closes, the contract will expire and release you.” 

Drina swallowed hard, glancing from the paper to the men around her. “My name.. You won’t sell it, right?” 

Gafrald snarled. “What kind of a businessman would I be if I sold my clients’ names? I’m not scummy like those back home. You have my word.”

His word meant nothing, just like hers. Gafrald held out a long thin needle. It was a special kind of tool for blood-binding. Staring at the tip of the needle, Drina felt conflicted. The voice of her mother echoed in her mind. 

“My child, whatever you do, no matter what the cost,” Drina reached for the needle and poked the tip of her finger. The clear vessel filled with blood. Next, she held it like a pen, her hand shook as she held it over the signature line. Closing her eyes, she moved her hand.“Never. Sign a blood-bind.”  

After the last scratch on the paper, the needle snapped loudly and shifted to dust. It crumbled within her hand when she opened her eyes to see the red ink of her name on the paper. 

Lana Kisaiya Pearsley

It was done, he had her name. If it had been a false one, the needle wouldn’t have broken and he would know she was lying. Gafrald stood up, holding his hand out. Drina rolled the contract, hesitant to pass it along to him. Not that she could do anything with it, once it signed there was nothing left but to complete the agreement. Hers was to perform. 

Holding it tightly, she pressed it into his hand. Gafrald didn’t rush her, while she held the scroll. It was never an easy choice to sign a blood-bind. Immediately after she let go, he tightened the roll harder then pressed it flat. He poured wax over the seam and stamped it with his seal. Lifting it to show her, Gafrald reassured. 

“If the seal is broken not by your hand, your name will disappear but the contract will still be valid. This is for your security.” 

It was an extra precaution, giving Drina a sense of comfort even if it was a lie. He opened a chest, placing it on top of several others in the same manner. With the box slammed shut, Gafrald nodded to the man at his side. He grabbed a bag of coins, tossing it at her. Drina was surprised by the weight as she caught it. Opening it she fingered through the coins while the owner spoke.

“This is an advance. Buy whatever you need to prepare. Any money you don’t make up for with work, you will have to pay back out of pocket. Spend it wisely.”

With a cheeky grin, Drina pulled the strings of the bag closed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be expecting another bag this size or more before the festival is done.”

Not waiting for his reply, she turned to walk out of the room. As soon as she was around the corner, her knees buckled almost sending her to the ground. From head to toe, she was shaking with fear. How did she manage to pull it off? Covering her mouth, she could hear the men in the room laugh. 

“She’s impressive, I’ll give her that! I’m excited to see if the family reputation exceeds her. We must keep an eye on her for sure! Send the brutes to set the big tent up. We’ll sell a full house pronto.” 

Pushing to her feet, Drina quietly left the tent. The cool air nipped at her skin, refreshing her. Sweat drenched her back from the stress, her heart pumping hard as she ran down the path. 

What was she going to tell Ocian? That she signed her name away for more coins than her worth in weight? How the hell was she going to pull off a seance? If she wasn’t capable of that, how was she going to even save Hestar from death? All these things she had never done before and just like that, she impulsively made reckless choices. Drina stopped near a carriage band, panting as she held her sides. The thoughts spiraled making her head spin. Hiding behind the carriage from the festival grounds view, Drina threw up on the wheel.

She fell back on her ass before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Panting, Drina crossed her legs and buried her face into her hands. What a mess. A year of hiding in forests, sleeping in ditches, and avoiding major cities, Drina did everything to keep Ocian safely away from danger. If she hadn’t pushed so hard to walk so far, if they had stopped in the last town instead of walking all night to this one, she wouldn’t have stayed at the hostel. She wouldn’t have met Hestar and read her fortune. Drina wouldn’t have even concerned herself with participating in the festival.

Tossing her head back, Drina looked at the moon already peaking into the sky. It was brightly illuminating against the pink and purple hues of the evening sky. Steauna Lunii Festival, a solstice celebration that peaks for three days before waning. Of all nights to do a seance, at least it was the best time of the year. 

A thought suddenly dawned on Drina, it was the solstice. Of course she would be able to pull it off. How did she manage to forget that the veil between the living and the dead would be at its weakest? She perked up. It didn’t solve her pending dilemma with Hestar or Ocian, but at least she had a plan. 

 For now, Drina needed to gather some supplies. She stood up, brushed herself off and made her way to the fairgrounds. Taking a quick look at some of the vendors, she found several who sold various candles, incense, herbs and scarves. It was refreshing to shop around for specific items she needed without having a hard time bartering for a good price. Every vendor she spoke to didn’t put up much of a fight either, almost happy to give her their wares for cheap. They would smile warmly, just happy to help a fellow gypsy.

 Checking the materials she finished shopping for, Drina almost ran into a man standing before her. Startled, she paused, then recognized him as one of Gafrald’s henchmen. 

“Oh.. uh, did I forget something?”

The man nodded, his face hard as he crossed his arms. “Yeah, come with me.”

Nervously, she followed him. He didn’t lead her back towards the tent, instead it was towards the festival entrance. They approached a small tent when he stopped, holding the flap for her to step inside. There was a small table, a few pillows to sit upon, and an incense burner hanging from the middle. It was just enough space for her to set up a few things and have guests join her at the small table. The man entered behind her, offering a smile. 

“This is where you will be working. Mr. Gafrald always keeps his promises.”

Drina was impressed. Prime real estate indeed! Close to the gates and easy to access, making coin will be easy. The man continued. “We will make up a sign for you in the next few minutes and you should be in business. Fel’astie.” 

“Fel’astie, and my thanks to Mr. Gafrald.” 

With a nod he left. Once the flap closed, Drina let out a giggle and looked about her tent. This was going to be a snap, she thought. Quickly she set up her area to prepare for the evening, placing a green velvet cloth down with a few crystals at the four corners. Taking her tarot deck out of a small pouch, she placed it in the center. Usually, Drina would use her fan, but with all the gypsy around she thought it would be best not to draw too much attention just yet.

They may be far from their old region, but the oligarchy king had eyes and ears everywhere. News that he was using Traveller’s as tools in his war spread far and wide across the country. It made sense why Gafrald and his men would think she’d be a traitor. Until she fulfilled the contract, she needed to be wary of them too. Not all Traveller’s bloodlines held power, especially like Drina’s, but it didn’t stop the king from hunting them down.

Wrapping up her hair in the scarf, she finally finished setting up. Scanning the table, she clasped her hands excitedly. How long had it been since she got to play a traditional role of a fortune teller? All that was missing was some tea and she would be set for the night. This was a luxury she couldn’t afford, although it was a lovely notion. Now to wait for her work to walk in.

Whispering Death ch.3

The morning came all too soon when Drina felt a few taps on her foot. Grumbling, she rolled to the opposite guard of the bed. 

“Give me a few more minutes, Ocian.” 

It was a sleepless night for Drina, Hestar’s lips were the only dreams she could conjure. It made for a very uncomfortable night and she regretted not spending the extra coin to sleep in a separate bed. Not that it bothered her to share with Ocian since she was the only family she had left. Drina’s single wish was solace from her pent-up tension. 

“My, what a sleepy head. If you keep on, you’ll miss midday.” 

Startled awake, Drina shot up and reached under the pillow for her dagger out of reflex. She was expecting her sister’s sweet, innocent voice but was met with the ragged and aged tone of an elderly woman. The hostel owner Lulu stood at the foot of the bunk with arms crossed, Ocian smiling beside her.

“This little one has been up for hours now, helping around while waiting for you. Poor thing is hungry but wouldn’t eat until you’re up. I don’t usually offer this to guests, but I made lunch for you both. On the house as a thank you for Ocian’s help, but the next meal will cost you.”

Drina pulled her hand away from her weapon and rubbed at her eyes. She turned to see the bright afternoon sky with dismay. Why didn’t Ocian wake her up sooner?

“You didn’t have to do that, we brought food to eat.”

Lulu waved her off dismissively. “Nonsense. We will be in the common room when you are up and at it.” 

She chuckled light-heartedly, patting Ocian on the back as she passed by. Drina watched her, waiting until Lulu was out of earshot before inching to the edge of the bunk. Narrowing her eyes with concern, she mouthed, “Are you doing ok?”

In return, Ocian grinned widely, checking around before leaning in to whisper in their mother tongue.

“It’s ok, I helped her cook it and no one is around. I’ll be safe until you join us.”

  Her casual tone was no more comforting than Lulu’s. They didn’t know anyone here and she was wandering about without Drina. Before Drina could lecture her, Ocian rushed out of the resting room. Flabbergasted, Drina flopped back down on the bed and stared at the roof. What has gotten into her? 

Ocian was more energetic than usual. Though, Drina wasn’t one to talk because of her careless actions last night. Loosening up on her powers, kissing Hestar, and now Ocian roaming around alone while she was still sleeping? These were things she would never have done before. Was it because they were so close to escaping this country that she lowered her guard? 

Propping up on her elbows, Drina looked over at Hestar’s empty bunk. It was neatly made along with the other beds. Everyone was already out and about with their day, leaving the room quiet and relaxed. For a brief moment, it all felt nice. A welcomed pace after months of uncertainty. 

With a huff, she got up and grabbed her bag to pull out soap and some fresh garments. Drina and Ocian mostly wore one outfit while traveling with only one set of spare clothes. Any more and it would be difficult to carry or keep safe. It helped that the hostel had a place to wash their clothes if they needed. 

For now, her outfit was good enough to head down to the festival to look for work. Although Drina had enough for the boat fair stashed in a hidden pocket, earning a few more wouldn’t hurt. Maybe she could score enough to replace a few pieces of clothes, too. Ocian’s were starting to fray even after the last time she sewed it up.

Finishing quickly in the washroom, Drina got dressed and made her way to the common room. The building was empty and a lot bigger than she realized. There were two hallways that connected to the hostel lobby. She walked past the front desk and spotted a door hidden behind a small nook leading to Lulu’s living quarters. 

The common room was a lot smaller than the dorm. In the middle was a divider that separated the room. The left side held several couches lining the walls and a few chairs in the middle around a playing table. The right side had a few counters along the back with an oven to cook and small circular dining tables spread out. Ocian was already sitting at a table close by, her legs tucked underneath while resting her arms on the table to talk with Lulu. Patiently, she smiled and nodded to everything Ocian said, chuckling at her excitement.

Drina glanced at the couches, remembering Hester’s offer. Had she taken up the offer to follow joining her here, would they have stopped? Images popping into her mind made her face burn up. Rubbing the back of her neck, she rushed over to the table to take a seat. 

A bulging plate of food sat before the chair, still steaming. Lulu had cooked two full grilled sausages, a heaping pile of egg rice, and a baked yam. Drina’s stomach growled at the sight of it. When was the last time she had a fully cooked meal besides the dried lizard jerky? They were the easiest to catch and made simple meals on the road. 

Without a word, Drina excitedly grabbed her fork and knife and cut into the sausage. The moment it hit her mouth, the flavor took over. It was juicy, tender, and easy to chew. She moaned with delight. Hardly finished chewing, she shoved her mouth full of rice before swallowing it all. Taking the glass of fresh water, she guzzled it down, then grabbed a small dinner roll next to her plate and tore a chunk out of it. 

Lula’s laughter filled the room and startled Drina. She forgot she was there while rudely scarfing down the meal. 

“Both of you! The way you eat, it’s like you’ve never seen food before!”

Ocian giggled, watching Drina slowly chew her bread. “Drina makes us jerky from whatever she catches. It tastes dry and gritty. Sometimes we find berries or fruit but those are always bitter.” 

Offended, Drina glared. With her mouth still full, she complained quietly. “You eat it though! Sorry, it’s not as good as this.” 

Grumpily, she took another swig of the water. It was relieving to have something so fresh and not just from their bota waterskin. They laughed and although they meant well, the sting still hurt Drina. Turning back to her food, she shoveled a few more mouths full of rice and ate the rest of the sausage. Cutting into her yam, she caught Lulu watching, patiently waiting for her while she ate. 

“Do you know anything about the festival in town?”

The smile on her face faded at the mention of it. “Yes, the Steaua Lunii festival. Did you come because of it?” 

It wasn’t originally the reason to begin with, but after the events that transpired last night it wouldn’t hurt. Drina felt a little guilty that Hester was the cause for selfish reasons, but she also couldn’t shake the feeling of Scutum’s omen. 

“At first no, we were only passing through towards the eastern ports. But, since we are here, I might as well find work.”

“How did you know about the festival?”

“One of the guests mentioned it when they came in.”

Ocian perked up. “Was it Hestar?”

Almost choking on her food, Drina sat up straight. “How did you..”

“I helped her make the beds. You were taking too long to wake up and I was bored. When she came to clean the bunk next to us, I wanted to help. ”

“The bunk next to you?” Lulu raised a brow suspiciously, slowly turning towards Drina. “You don’t say.”

“Yep! She asked me if I slept well and asked if my feet were sore from our travels. She’s really nice, and pretty too.” Ocian paused for a moment to think, “ Wait, when did you talk to her? She left before me and Lulu came to wake you up.”

“Yes, I’m also curious.” 

Lulu crossed her arms, and leaned back into her chair. Her presence intimidated Drina, giving off a stern motherly look. As Drina’s cheeks burned, she pretended not to notice her deep soul searching eyes. They both knew no one stayed in the bunk beside them and Drina was incriminating herself.

“I uh.. She saw me last night and came to speak with me. She came in with a crowd shortly after Lulu showed us the way.”

“Hestar, that girl! Always sticking her nose where it shouldn’t be. I’ve told her to not bother guests when they arrive so late at night.”

“No, it’s fine. I didn’t mind at all. We just talked, that’s all.” Drina nervously chuckled, hoping to change the topic.

“Is that why you weren’t in the bunk when I was having a nightmare?” Ocian tilted her head with big curious eyes. Drina could see the pieces clicking together in her clever mind. With a heavy sigh, she leaned back into the chair. 

“Yep. I didn’t want to wake you while we, uh, talked.” 

Ocian frowned, clearly not happy with the lack of details. Before she could ask another question, Drina shot her a warning glare. It didn’t help that Lulu had the same vibe. 

“You be careful of that one. She may be like a daughter to me, but she stirs up whirlwinds like the gods themselves!” 

Rubbing her chin, Drina stared at the food left on her plate. It was a little too late for that. Hestar already did a hell of a job creating a storm and Drina was completely swept up in it overnight. Poking at her yam, she reminisced over the night and couldn’t help but grin.  With a light shake of her head, Lulu uncrossed her arms to fold a cleaning rag in front of her.

“You’re interested in the festival for work, what kind skills do you have?”

“I can do a little fortune telling.” Drina stuck a small piece of yam in her mouth causally. She didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.

Ocian bounced in her seat, excitement getting the best of her. “Not only that! She can also commune with the dead! She’s really good at it! One time she-”

“Ocian!” Drina slammed her fist to the table, then scanned the room to make sure no one came in. Slouching in the chair, Ocian apologized. “Sorry.”

With a sympathetic sigh, Lulu reached out to her shoulder to comfort her. 

“It’s ok, child. You must not talk much about yourselves. You got carried away. It happens.” 

Looking at Drina with an encouraging smile, she continued. “You will definitely be able to get work then. Most of the participants are also entertainers. But you must be careful, the town may accept the presence of gypsy’s during the festival, but once it is over you won’t be celebrated.” 

Drina huffed with a frown. “I know. Being part of events will just put a target on our backs. Will we be safe enough to stay here a few nights longer?”

Giving a grand smile, Lulu reassured her. “It will always be safe here for Travellers. You have my word.” 

It wasn’t much to trust the word of a stranger who she still hardly knew, but it was more than she’d ever been promised. “Thank you. Would you happen to know the person in charge? I’ll head out once I‘m done eating.”

Lulu stood up from the table, grabbing the water jug to refill it. “It seems that I just so happen to.”

With a smile, Drina nodded. At least she won’t waste much time. With the festival celebration lasting only a few days, maybe she could stop whatever danger was riding in the not-so-distant future.

A Farmers Business

This short story was written during my writing class at University. It was inspired by a postcard and was supposed to be about 500 words. I didn’t edit it much since my class because it was a good landmark for my skill at the beginning. I was pretty proud of it for being my first story to be criticized. I hope you enjoy it just as much as my classmates did.
-Turan

A familiar red pickup truck bounced up the rocky driveway while Doug struck the match. The fizzling flash of light settled into a steady flame before he lit the tobacco pressed loosely in the pipe. 

The truck door flew open, and a tall, lanky farm boy hopped out, adjusting his hat and belt before grabbing a case of beers out of the back. Doug watched unfazed, pulling deep on the pipe. Chimney puffs rose while he began to rock his wooden chair.

“Tough weather, eh?”

“Mmmhmm.” 

His gritty voice hummed low to high casually, followed by silence. The farm boy slandered up to the porch step, pausing at the railing to lean against it. 

“Been inta town lately?”

Doug scratched his grizzled face with the mouthpiece of his pipe. This young buck commonly came over to cluck like a hen about the town gossip. At least he brought decent beer. 

“Not as of late.”

The farm boy broke a beer from the plastic with a chuckle and tossed it lightly. Doug rocked forward in time to catch the perfect throw. 

“Did ya hear ’bout the farm a few clicks down? Few girls runnin’ a horse ranch. Tucker saw ’em pickin’ up a few bales at Ken’s.”

With one hand, Doug cracked his beer open and took a swig. The flavor of bitter-cold beer and tobacco swirled in his mouth a moment before he swallowed hard. The eager buck continued.

“They’ve been goin’ ’round town of’en together too. They seem awfully close for bein’ friends.”

Doug shot a stern side glance at the kid, puffing hard on his pipe. The buck was unaware, cracking a beer to wet his tongue. Smacking his lips, he looked towards the cows grazing in the field. 

“From what Tucker’s sayin’, they might be one of those people. Ya know? There’s been talk that people in town are weary of ’em. Sid’s thinkin’ bout denyin’ ’em service, too.”

With a halt, Doug hardened. “Seems a bit stupid to turn good money away at the door.”

The farm boy dropped his jaw, face white as a ghost. “Arencha worried? ‘Bout ’em bein’… Ya know, Freaks-“

A crashing thud broke through his words before he could finish. Standing tall with fury in his eyes, Doug growled. 

“Leave ’em be, Todd. Those girls ain’t nothing to be spooked of. Bringin’ cash flow to a dead town will do us folks some good. Mind your manners if ya know what’s good for ya. Farm hands like you might finally be able to get some decen’ work.”

Without delay, Doug stormed into his house and slammed the door. Tossing his beer and pipe on the counter carelessly, he paced the room. A truck engine rumbled through the walls, slowly revving off in the distance.

Stopping in the middle of the room, Doug placed his hands on his hips. Time felt eternal as pained eyes held the picture of him and his daughter in the pasture on the wall.

Whispering Death ch. 2

Drina repeated the name in her thoughts. Hestar, what a beautiful name. They silently stared at one another while Hestar leaned closer. Her lips were full and lush, begging Drina to taste them. All she could hear was the pounding of her heartbeat and the soft stir of Ocian beside her. Ocian! 

With a gasp, Drina turned from Hestar to check if she was still asleep. Thankfully, Ocian readjusted and continued her peaceful slumber. Drina let her breath out in a slow, steady stream. It wasn’t a secret to Ocian that she liked women. She feared more about the impact her energy would have on her than being caught. Kissing Hestar might push the limit and break the bottle of energy she had suppressed. Ocian was a reminder to control herself. 

Hestar dropped her head with a quiet laugh. Embarrassed, Drina dropped her head against the wall. With a small hum, Hestar propped herself on the ledge and crossed her arms under her chest. It took everything in Drina not to ogle the presented cleavage exposed for her pleasure. Even with Ocian beside her, Hestar wasn’t about to give up. Instead, she leaned close to her ear.

“There’s a common room on the other side of the hostel. Want to accompany me there? It will be mostly empty, and no one will interrupt us.” 

This offer was too tempting. Drina knew the moment they were alone that there wouldn’t be an exchange of words. She didn’t need foresight to predict that outcome. Rolling the idea around, she debated the choices; if she left to the common room, there was no protecting Ocian but staying here would wake her. Either option would wreak havoc on her control.

Biting at her bottom lip, Drina looked at the empty bunk across hers. Maybe they could still spend more time together without leaving. No one was sleeping there anyways, and Drina wouldn’t be either after this exchange. 

The image of Cygnus floated in the back of her mind. There was no such thing as coincidence, and all the signs were there. Something about this woman compelled Drina. One look at Hestar’s charming smile lured her in. The temptress lowered her eyes to Drina’s lips and lingered there, waiting for a reply. Oh, Hells, Drina thought. 

“How about the bottom bunk, and we see from there?”

With a cheerful bounce, Hestar grinned triumphantly and hopped down from the ledge. Drina carefully moved Ocian from her side to slip away, then carefully climbed to the floor. Without the comfort of the bunks ledges, there was nothing to bar distance between them. It made Drina anxious. What next? She had no experience since she always kept her distance from any stranger. There was no luxury of falling in love while on the run. 

Hestar was a few inches from her and didn’t take long to act. She took Drina’s hand in hers and gently pulled her to the other bunk. Sitting down, Drina glanced at her bunk to reassure herself. If Ocian woke, she wasn’t far.

With a hard swallow, Drina gave Hestar her full attention. What do they do now? Should they continue where they left off or talk? It was painfully obvious how awful she was at socializing, never mind flirting or hooking up with someone. What could she talk about that wouldn’t give her origins away? Fidgeting with her fan, it dawned on her that she was still holding it. Maybe she could show off a little bit to ease her nervousness. 

“Would you… Care to have your fortune read?”

Hestar blinked, her expression with genuine surprise. “You mean like palm readings and tarot cards?”

With a smirk, Drina took Hestar’s hand in hers to guide a finger across the slips of the fan. Starting from the end, she dragged her finger along the folds of the accordion.

“Stop your finger on the slip that feels right. If you don’t feel it the first time, try again until you do.  The first opening is your past. second, your present, and third’s your future.”

Hestar giggled, raising a skeptic eyebrow. Drina knew what she was thinking, it was always the same reaction. How can you read a fortune from a fan? Not everyone had her ability, nor did they have a magical fan. It was always a light reading, though. It never ended well with an entirely accurate deep reading, plus it wouldn’t be as romantic. 

Each time Hestar stopped on a fold, Drina gracefully popped it out quickly with a flick. After years of practice and memorization, she already knew more about Hestar than she may have known about herself. Drina let go of her hand and turned to show the first panel. Hestar inched in close to remove the space between them.

“I wish it were your folds I could run my fingers through.”

The comment made Drina blush brightly. It was more abrasive than she was ready for, and she needed a moment to gather her thoughts. She cleared her throat before she spoke.

“This sign here means you were hurt in your past.  Your family was met with abandonment.”

Hestar shielded herself, breathing before running her fingers down Drina’s leg. The teasing sent shivers through Drina’s body. She assumed it was a way to brush off a serious topic quickly.

“My dad left us when I was younger. Left a void in my life.”

Drina already knew. She saw images of the devastating impact on Hestar’s family, and later, her mother passed from heartbreak. Hestar was the youngest of four siblings and had to fend for herself. With a heavy heart, Drina spoke softly. 

“I’m sorry. My parents also… well, let’s say my sister is all I have left.”

Moving quickly to the next image, Drina scoffed with a smile. The constellation had already visited her earlier as Cygnus plagued Drina again tonight. 

“The good news is at least you will find someone you will fall in love with.”

She closed the first panel and showed the swan with a flourish. Hestar chuckled, pressing her body against Drina to closely examine the swan. 

“Oh? Tell me more. Is she a beautiful woman with dark hazel eyes?”

Drina feigned a shocked gasp. “She? Oh no, it says here: an elderly man in the hostel. I think I saw a balding man who fits the description perfectly.” 

Hestar belted out a laugh, burying her head into Drina’s shoulder. Drina shhed her, using the moment to wrap her arm around. Her hand brushed against Hestar’s soft, lush skin to pull her close. Drina took in the smell of her sandalwood scent. They giggled a bit longer before Hestar reached for the fan and gently removed it from her hand. She shifted to straddle Drina, placing the fan beside them on the pillow.

“So what does it say about the one I fall in love with then?” Hestar’s eyes twinkled with mischief, reaching to touch the side of Drina’s face. Her fingers traced slowly down her cheek towards her neck. Fighting hard to remember the message, Drina debated how to explain it. 

“That you will care for them deeply and that it will bring change to your life.”

As much as the fortune felt right, it was hard to believe it was true. Drina and Ocian would continue further south before heading to the eastern sea. How could a romance this strong exist for them both when she would be gone in a few days? Hestar seemed to also doubt her fortune.

“Seems like quite an impact considering you may only stay a short while.” 

Drina gulped, daring to place her hands on Hestar’s thighs. She was at her limit, and her voice cracked while she spoke. 

“W-what about you? Are you only here for a few days too? Because you are also staying here in the hostel?”

Between Hestar’s warmth and Drina’s racing heart, she hardly noticed the chill around them. This was the closest contact she’d ever had with a woman, and all control was slipping. Faint ghostly outlines floated behind Hestar, which Drina chose to ignore. So much for keeping her emotions in check. Every fiber of her being wanted to kiss her. 

Hestar smirked devilishly, almost reading her mind. She grabbed Drina’s hand and slid it towards her bountiful bottom. Sliding her hand into Drina’s hair, she pulled her face close.

“I live here. Beats paying rent, and I get to meet all sorts of people. Although, none of them have been as stunning as you.”

Was this a line Hestar used for all the girls? Even if she did, it worked wonders on Drina. Unable to resist any further, Drina kissed her.

 A fire within set blaze, unlocking emotions she’d not allowed in years. Drina let out a small moan, a mistake on her part. Hestar took it as a signal to ramp the heat up more and pressed her body hard into Drina’s, grinding her hip against her. Sliding her hands under Hestar’s clothes, Drina ran her hand up the small of her back. The heat from her body gave Drina life, a feeling she wasn’t accustomed to.

The ghostly wails around them alerted Drina while they continued kissing passionately. Opening an eye to peek, she could see the spirits surrounding them in a light fog. If she didn’t stop soon, they would take shape of their former selves. The feeling of Hestar’s tongue slipping into her mouth dissolved any thoughts she had. Rolling her eyes back into her head, and all resistance melted away. The only option was to give in. This time, Hestar moaned when Drina followed suit. Hestar dug her fingers into her back and gave her hair a harder tug to deepen the kiss. Drina let out a low rumbling growl from the pain. It was exquisite. Passion and lust devoured her. 

The room was loud, and Drina knew the ghosts would be completely visible by now. There were screams and cries begging for her attention. Instead, Drina rolled Hestar under her onto the bed. Her hand was needy, sliding across Hestar’s stomach. One of Hestar’s hands found its way past Drina’s wraps up her back, digging into her skin while the other held her face. The voices were almost deafening when Drina’s hand almost reached Hestar’s supple breast. Over all the noise, one voice cut through crystal clear through all the clammer around her. The spell Hestar had over her shattered in an instant. 

“Lana… where are you? Lana?”

 Drina froze. It was in her mother tongue. Ocian was having her nightmare again because of the onslaught of Drina’s power. The meek voice even startled Hestar to break apart. Her eyes were wide, unable to make out the words. 

Without hesitation, Drina jumped off Hestar to hop up to the ledge. She reached over to stroke Ocian’s head and replied in their dialect. 

“Jeta, I am right here. It’s alright.” Switching back to the common tongue, she continued. “It’s alright. We’re in a hostel. It’s just a dream; we’re safe.”

Straining to pull her power in, Drina suppressed it with all she could muster. Ocian turned towards her, opening her teary eyes. 

“I thought you were gone.”

Drina smiled weakly. “I hadn’t gone far. I’m always close by.”

Ocian nodded sleepily, closing her eyes while Drina soothed her. 

“Your hands are warm for once. It’s nice.”

The voices were mere wisps through the wind when Ocian slipped back into slumber. The light breathing of her sister was all that could be heard. Drina let out a long sigh, watching her sister a little longer. Stepping to the floor, Drina held the ledge and smacked her head on the wood. With a second thud, she pressed it there while chitting herself. She should’ve known better. How could she be reckless? Reflecting on the moment, she dropped her guard completely. 

 Dropping her hands to her hips, Drina was surprised when a hand touched her shoulder. Hestar stood beside her, smiling at the sweet display of a sister caring for her family. Drina half expected her to leave after discovering her identity. Her clothes, language, and magic? She might have gotten away with being a seer since you didn’t need magic to practice the craft. But being able to speak a gypsy dialect was always a dead giveaway. It was never taught outside of bloodlines.

What do I say now? Drina fidgeted with her fingers. Still, Hestar took her hands and interlocked her fingers with hers. 

“I guess we’ll end it here tonight?”

It was upsetting to conclude the night this way, but it was for the best. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that.”

Hestar shook her head. “Not at all, I understand. Coming from a war-torn place leaves scars. Many refugees pass through here for the night before heading to the port. Scians and Gasfriacians alike.” 

Drina flinched. Did Hestar know she was lying from the start? Before Drina gave up hope, Hestar kissed her tenderly.  

“I take it you are staying for the festival before you leave then. Are you participating?”

Drina was taken aback. “Festival?”

Nodding like it was common knowledge, Hestar continued. “Yeah. Every year from far and wide, all sorts of gypsies and entertainers come to share their knowledge and talents. It’s quite the event. I just assumed you were here because of that. Given that you read my fortune and can speak the language.”

Drina was shocked. This woman was incredible. With a tilt of her head, she replied optimistically. “And you don’t mind? That I’m a gypsy?”

Unable to hide her smile, Hestar pulled Drina closer, wrapping her arms around her waist.

“Truth be told, I could never get close to one before. Gypsies in these parts always keep to themselves and move in herds. It’s tough to have a single conversation, let alone flirt with one. Finding you and your sister in the hostel alone is exceedingly rare. And I wasn’t lying when I said before, none of them are as stunning as you.”

The fire within Drina began to rage again, making it difficult for her to contain any emotions. Small orbs began to float around them, whispering as they passed by. How was this girl able to affect her so dramatically? Drina turned her head, hiding her blush. 

“Say I was at the festival. Would you… Come and see me then?”

Hestar giggled, stepping back from her. When she was far enough, they finally let go of their hands as she continued to walk backward. She stopped at the corner of the bunk to lean against it. “I might. You may also see me again even outside of the festival.”

With that, she winked and disappeared behind the bunk. Her soft voice sang back to her, audible enough to hear it.

“Goodnight, Drina.”

Covering her cheeks, Drina’s spirit soared. It made her feel giddy, knowing this girl wanted to see her again even after knowing she was a Traveller. Unable to contain her overflowing joy, she replied seductively as possible.

“Goodnight, Hestar.” 

Silence followed while Drina stood there. Leaning against the wall behind her, she covered her face with her hands and replayed the intense exchange they had moments before. It was Drina’s first kiss, and she only wanted to do it again. The flavor of Hestar still lingered while Drina licked her lips. Gods, what a good kisser she was. Pushing away from the wall, Drina remembered her fan on the bed. Still reeling from the kiss, she almost forgot it was there. 

Stepping forward, she picked up the fan. Looking at the last fold still propped open made Drina’s gut drop. How did she miss this the first time? Well, maybe it was obvious why she was completely distracted, but this was no longer a laughing matter. Clear and bright was Scutum, the constellation for battle and loss. It was a grave omen, a sign of death. Hestar was in danger.

Whispering Death ch. 1

The hostel door swung open, followed by a chilly breeze. The owner glanced over from behind her small welcoming desk, smiling brightly at two girls filling the doorway. A tall-looking woman, followed by a younger child dressed in assorted colorful clothing, stepped forward. The child looked worn from her travels and rubbed at her eyes. 

The woman turned to close the door, then wrapped her arms around the child protectively before drawing closer to the counter. They took a moment to remove their hoods and adjust their wraps, exposing their black raven hair. Then the owner noticed their brilliant hazel eyes. 

Golden flakes surrounded their iris like little sparks of flame dancing from a fire. The woman’s eyes were hard and threatening, but the younger girl was the opposite. Her eyes were big and still full of hope. Were they mother and daughter? The owner’s curiosity perked. They were so young it gave her a sense of nostalgia. It was refreshing to see such youthful spirits walk in through the doors. 

“Evening, ladies. What brings you here tonight?” 

“Just a bed for my sister and I. Anything will do.” Her voice was melodic yet cold. The distrust was palpable, a tone the owner was well acquainted with. Anyone walking into a hostel late at night had a story to share, regardless of age or appearance. The owner reached for her pen, dabbing it in ink to write into the ledger.

“How many nights will you be staying?”

The lady glanced down at her sister, hesitant. “For a few nights. We’ve traveled a long way and may need some time to recover.” 

“Alright. What name shall I put down?” 

Absently she replied to the owner. “Drina Forest.”

An alias, the owner thought while writing the name. It was a feeling she had in her gut. Drina reached into her satchel and pulled out a small coin pouch. After taking the payment, the owner smiled warmly and led them down the right side hall. 

The small hall turned left into a larger room lined with rows of bunks beds. Storage chests fitted every bed for the top and bottom, equipped with a lock. The owner led them to the farthest bunk in the corner and took a large ring of keys in her pocket. Jingling the keys, she removed the matching key and handed it to the eldest sister. 

“Take the top. I hope it will give you comfort and safety.”

Drina relaxed, offering a small relieved smile. She assisted her sister into the bed to sleep as the owner turned. Drina called softly out to her before she left. 

“Um.. sorry, what was your name, ma’am?”

“Luludja, but please call me Lulu.”

Drina nodded, nervously brushing her loose raven hair behind her ear. “Thank you, Lulu.”

With a nod and soft chuckle, Lulu turned to leave Drina with her sister. The room was quiet, with occasional grunts as renters shuffled in their sleep. Drina twirled the key in her hand a bit, contemplating the chest. Thieft was limited in such establishments, but she couldn’t relent her mistrust. Instead, she pocketed the key and joined her sister. 

Leaning against the wall, Drina gently guided her sister to cuddle beside her comfortably. Carefully removing her satchel, she rummaged through it to remove a fan.

“Lana,” Drina stiffened at the sound of her name and glanced down at her sleepy sister. “Will we stay a while? For real this time? I’m tired of constantly walking.”

“Ocian, please! Call me Drina while we are in towns or cities. Also, speak in common, not our native tongue.” Drina brushed her sister’s hair off her face and shoulders, scanning the room with worry. 

“I know you are tired, but we must keep moving. We’re not safe, even here.”

“Do I really need to go by that name?”

Her voice was groggy and barely audible while she fought to stay awake. Tenderly, Drina continued stroking her head and sighed heavily. After all the lectures, Jeta still had much to learn. A name was a deadly thing to give away, especially for a Gypsy. Power was tied to names and bloodlines. With one wrong step, Drina knew the consequences awaiting them.

Ocian’s power hibernated within. Drina, on the other hand, was not. She could see and speak with ghosts. It took considerable concentration to conceal and lock away her gift. Drained each day, it was to keep them safe. Drina couldn’t risk exposing them and getting caught by the wrong people. She could only instruct Ocian to control her emotions and learn their teachings when her power awakened. Even now, Ocian was sensitive to Drina’s energy. Another reason to contain it.

“Yes. I promise there’s a reason. Now go to sleep.” 

It didn’t take her much convincing before Ocian fully drifted off. Drina sighed heavily. Now if only she could follow suit. Sleeping in hostels always made Drina anxious. It wasn’t enough to drop her guard, even with a few empty beds around them and a good view. Being constantly alert took a toll on her, especially while suppressing her power. She preferred the wild and its dangers. There wasn’t a need to contain her power with nothing but trees and wildlife. 

Though, for some reason, it didn’t take much effort to relax here. Something about the aura in the hostel gave off a sense of peace, like light waves that passed over her. It lulled her in a silent song, vibrations of peace that resonated with her spirit. 

 The brief tranquility didn’t last long. Several footsteps echoed through the room from the hallway. She tensed, shaking off the enchanting spell to watch other guests enter the room. Several people looked like they had been partying in the nearby pubs, while others slumped in while carrying traveling gear. It was odd how quiet and respectful the guests were while making their way to their beds. Usually, hostels would get loud and rowdy with the drunkards. Drina readjusted herself to observe the door better, careful not to disturb Ocian while she slept. 

Nervously, she began to fiddle with her fan. It was long with a black wooden guard carved with intricate vines and roses. The fan folds were decorated with constellations, each sign drawn with brightly burning stars in and around them. A small chain of little beads dangled from the base of the fan. At the end was a larger gem carved into an intricate rose in bloom. 

It was her mother’s heirloom, a tool given to each girl in her bloodline. Since finding the fan, it became a source of comfort. Unable to uncover the truth behind her mother’s death, she couldn’t trust anyone. With constant fear and deceit around her, it was the reason they fled to escape Castromnia.

Closing her eyes briefly, Drina poured her thoughts into the fan and took a deep breath. She needed to clear her mind and focus. Slowly rolling her fingers over the folds, she waited for the tingles of energy to prickle against her skin. The sensation would trigger her reaction to flick it open flawlessly, a well-practiced skill she’d developed over years. Several whispers call out at her in a slur by the third fold. Drina paused with concern, hovering her hand near the unopened panel. Was it coming from the fan? Opening her eyes, she honed in on the source. It was coming from the entrance. 

There in the frame, a woman appeared from around the corner. She wore light white clothing wrapped with a dark sash around her hip and torso. Her blond hair shimmered in the dim light when she entered the room. Her deep violet eyes sparkled like the night sky and connected with Drina’s. It felt like time moved slowly, every second lingering for minutes. 

The pit of Drina’s stomach flipped. Emotions began to stir, and her control slipped. Whispers to grew louder, this time bouncing from all around her. Entranced, she couldn’t stop watching. The woman smirked devilishly back, holding her gaze while moving through the room.

 Drina dropped her attention back to her fan to recover. Her heart was pounding frantically. Regaining her focus, the image on the second panel of the fan finally registered. Cygnus, the swan of grace, beauty, and romance, was in the dead center of the slip open. Drina’s jaw dropped.

Snapping her fan closed, she rested the tip of the fan to her lips. Maybe reading a fortune with strangers present was a mistake. Opening the fan fully, she studied the rest of the constellations. Stars flickered across the dark purple fabric, some brighter than others to represent the present influencing energies. Images of animals and figures shifted and moved while small cloud particles gently floated along an invisible breeze. Though the fan was not alive, the magic embedded into it would suggest otherwise.

Glaring at the swan, Drina clicked her tongue. Why did it have to be Cygnus out of all of them? It flapped its wings elegantly, turning its head towards her as if to gloat. Not a single cloud covered the panel, and its stars shone brighter than any other. Sneaking a second glance, the woman stood at her bunk with her chest open. 

Drina absently fanned herself, biting at her lip. The voices were no longer whispers and the air grew icy around her. It wasn’t until she could see her breath that she realized how much power she was leaking. Drina snapped her head at Ocian to check if she was still sleeping. Thankfully the cold didn’t wake her. Collapsing her fan against her leg, Drina rubbed at her temple. She needed to calm down. Indulging in a fling was a terrible idea, no matter how tempting. Before Drina could gain control, the voices stopped at once. The abrupt change was almost disorienting.

“Hey, sorry to bother you. I just couldn’t help noticing you when I got in.”

Drina’s heart skipped from the sweet alluring voice. There, by the food of the bunk bed, stood the women. Her beauty was even more magnificent up close; it took Drina’s breath away. 

“Oh.. sorry, I thought you were alone.” The woman’s smile deflated a bit after noticing Ocian beside her.

In a hushed whisper, Drina tried not to panic. “No, it’s alright. It’s my sister. We had a long journey today, and she passed right out.”

The smile returned more significant, and the woman took a step closer. 

“I see, where from?” 

Drina nervously spun her fan around in her hands. How was she going to answer her? Castromnia was a large country with five regions: Ellstria in the south, Scion in the northwest, Bablalion northeast, Vercian east between Bablalion and Ellstria, and Gasfriac in the center. Drina was from the southwest borders of Scion, a place hated because of the tyrant king. He started a war with Gasfriac and divided the entire country. Many refugees were flocking into the neighboring areas, often unwelcome and distrusted. It was worse for Gypsies; no one welcomed a gypsy, refugee or not.

“We came from West Vercian, near the lakes of Laruia.” 

Drina smiled dimly—another lie she would have to bear. The woman brightened, trailing her hand along the side of the bed frame and toward Drina’s knee. Shivers shot throughout Drina the moment her hand connected with her skin. 

“Vercian! That’s quite the trip. What brought you here to Ellstria?” 

Tiny ghosts orbs began to float around them. Drina swallowed hard. It was impossible to calm down with this seductive dish before her. The wandering hand went under the slit of Drina’s skirt from her knee up her thigh. Unable to concentrate, Drina’s eyes drifted from her face down her neckline to her cleavage. Flicking her eyes up to the woman’s, she cleared her throat.

“I hear the sights are spectacular.”

With a chuckle, the woman withdrew her hand to grab the ledge. Stepping on the bottom bunk, she lifted herself, bringing her face inches from Drina’s. Sandalwood engulfed her senses while staring deep into the violet abyss. The woman tilted her head and bit the corner of her lip.

“Hestar.” 

“D-Drina.”

“Nice to meet you, Drina.” 

Swallowing hard, Drina knew she was in trouble.

Thank you for reading Chapter 1! If you want to support the Turnip Patch, don’t forget to donate or join the Raga Squad. See you next update!

Return of the Turnip

Hello, Ragarootlings!

I was at university last year, and I’ve returned! It was a grueling year; lots happened, and I was unable to keep up with was at university for the past year editing and writing. But now, with the summer, I’ve been working hard, creating new ideas and changing old ones. I took a writing class, and it was incredible. I learned much about my writing and got amazing feedback from my peers and teacher. Looking at my writing now, I realize I have grown a lot and decided this can’t do!

I’m unsure when I can return to regular biweekly postings, but I have a new goal. With feedback from my classes and comments on WordPress, I’m rewriting my ongoing stories. I’ll be releasing them as new, and one of the biggest changes I’ve stuck to is not limiting my word count. I initially aimed for 1500-2000 words per chapter, but I was cutting corners in my story to meet these goals. This sacrificed a lot of details and left out a lot of opportunities.

I don’t want to do that anymore! I will still do specific writing challenges to improve my writing and encourage me to create a fantastic story for everyone to read. Like the “Don’t say the word” challenge or doing word prompts. These won’t be perfect, and I do my best to self-edit because these stories aren’t for profit. These are my creative outlet and my passion for writing.

Another thing I’m working on is a way to create a community of people who also want to read stories and improve their own writing. In my writing class, I had an amazing time reading my peer’s work and giving feedback on their writing. Seeing my mistakes while editing other people’s works was incredible, and I learned a lot from it. So if anyone is looking for feedback or useful criticism to help improve your stories, please get in touch with me!

I’m not a professional by any means, and I’m not asking for payments. This is just purely to offer opinions and give examples that could be beneficial. I won’t be editing every page of your books, or every chapter. If there are reoccurring issues, there isn’t a point to continue to every page and keep pointing it out. I also won’t help edit for publication purposes. This is just for peer support and to get valid input, which is something I always wished for when posting my stories. You can get more details when you reach out to me.

Thank you, everyone for the support and patience throughout this journey of mine. I appreciate those who have read my works and continue into the future. I can only hope one day that I can publish something officially and make my Turnip Patch a real dream come true!

Look out for the new release chapters of Whispering Death!

Turan Turnip

Painful loss

Recently, I experienced a loss of a brother, a good friend, and someone who I cherished deeply. The only way I know how to deal with emotions is through writing. I generally don’t share a lot of my own experiences, pain, or feelings, but this one I decided should not go into the depths of my archives. I wanted to share this loss with everyone so that if it touches even just one person’s heart, they will know they are not alone. 

If you need help, don’t be afraid to reach out or look for local groups and programs in your area. Don’t suffer alone because you are not. Every life matters and that includes you. We all bleed and we all feel the same pain. 

– The Turnip Patch.

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Stan stood by the plot of recently dug-up dirt. The headstone was shiny and new, each letter engraved sharp, crisp, and bright. It didn’t suit the gloomy graveyard at all. Standing out like a sore thumb against the cloudy dim day. Clenching his fist, he wished it didn’t look so cheerful. 

All Stan wanted deeply in his heart was to kick the dirt upon it, smudge the filth all over, and dampen the beautiful polished stone. A lump grew in his throat, his chest tightened up, and his eyes clouded over with tears that threatened to spill. He hated every detail of the block that held the name of his beloved. 

Anger and rage boiled up under his breath, the fire stroked by every small perfect detail of the grave marker. It was wrong. All wrong. Yet in all his pain and anguish, there was nothing he could do to change the stone’s meaning. 

It was the only proof that it was true. An honest pillar that could not be manipulated or warped. Stan grit his teeth, holding back his outburst. Why wasn’t he allowed to see the funeral? Why couldn’t he visit them while they were still alive in the hospital? Why did their family have to be so cold? 

They knew very well how much Stan meant to their child and still, they blocked every chance to see each other one last time. Stan knew the reason. He always knew. 

Not once did Marcus’ family ever approve of their relationship. Not once did they ever allow acceptance that their child was gay. It tore at Stan’s heart knowing that the family’s narrow-mindedness was the reason Marcus died alone. Had it not been for Marcus’ sister, Stan would have never heard the news at all. 

Even in all her power, there was nothing she could do to override the territorial parents and brooding grandma to allow Stan one last kiss goodbye.

A small touch on his shoulder brought him out of the painful memories. Tracy offered a tissue, her expression soft and understanding. Stan had her to thank for even showing him where Marcus’ grave was located. If only it could have been sooner. The words ‘If only’ seemed to be Stan’s constant regret.

“Thank you for bringing me here.” Stan’s voice was void of any emotion. It was cold and empty. Tracy nodded in understanding.

“I am so sorry I wasn’t strong enough to stand up for him. I am equally a coward.”

Stan turned numbly, letting a tear roll down his cheek. Quickly he pulled her in for an embrace, shaking while he held back his rage. It took a moment for him to compose himself. Tracy lifted her arms tenderly to hug him back.

“There would have been nothing you could have done to change their mind. Marcus knew what he was getting into. We both knew.”

They stood a moment in silence before Stan pulled back from her. He held onto her arms, his tears freely flowing. Tracy sighed heavily, using the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe his tears away. 

“Tracy… promise me.”

Tracy paused her hand, looking Stan head-on as he continued, “Take Val and get out of this fucking town. Leave. Go as far as you can. Marcus and I may have covered you from getting caught with her, but now that he is gone… it won’t be long before they notice.” 

Tracy’s jaw dropped. Before she could reply, Stan shoved his hand into his pocket. He pulled out a heavy bag and forced it into her hands. “This was all the money he saved up. We were planning to travel with it before…”

The pain hurt too much to finish his sentence. Tracy’s bottom lip quivered. With a nod she understood.

“We’ll leave in a few days. I know they will be watching me closely. Even today it was hard to slip out to find you. I knew… once he got sick… it would be a matter of time.”

A small tear slipped down her cheek before she pulled Stan in for a greater hug. They cried together before she pulled away, taking a few steps backward. “What are you going to do now?”

Stan took a breath. It was a slow painful breath. He wasn’t even sure now. “I don’t know. But now that I am alone without him, there isn’t much for me here either. I have nowhere else to go.”

Tracy looked at the cash in her hand, then up at him. “Come with us. I am sure this will be enough for-“

“No. Don’t worry about me. I’ll deal with the bigoted town. You guys have a chance to find happiness.”

With a sad nod, Tracy pocketed the money. “You know, he loved you until the very end.”

“I know.”

“Goodbye, Stan. I love you.”

With a chuckle, Stan offered a sincere smile. “I love you, too. Now go. Tell Val and get home before your parents are suspicious.”

Tracy offered one last smile, then turned and ran out of the graveyard. Several moments passed while Stan watched her frame disappear in the distance. Turning back to the grave, Stan sobbed. Collapsing to the ground, he fumbled to pull out the handheld gun from the small of his back. 

Coarsely, he spoke to the gravestone. “I’ll see you soon, my love.”

With a loud crack in the distance, Tracy stopped in her tracks. The trickle of adrenaline flowed down her spine and her face paled. Without turning around, she knew what had occurred. Her heart sank while she closed her eyes tightly. 

“God I hate this fucking town.”

Without any more time wasted, she sprinted down the street faster than she ever could.

WP: Truthful Deceit.

Writing prompt: Start with the truth and end with a lie.

Samuel crossed his arms in a huff. “I would never leave you just on a whim. It would need to be something absolutely devastating and traumatic that I could never forgive you for in order for that to happen. Being a bisexual is a good thing. I am mildly irritated that you thought I would leave you over something like that.”

Ryan let out a hard breath. He didn’t even realize he held it in so hard when he finally told his boyfriend his secret. It had been a year now since they started dating. Ryan was so scared to lose him that he didn’t know how to tell him. “So you don’t care if I ogle at women in a sexual fantasy way?”

Samuel sat on the couch next to him. “I don’t mind at all. You can think about her body and I can think ‘where did she get that blouse?’ It’s absolutely fine and normal to be interested and attracted to people. All I care about is that you come home to me every night. It’s not like I never noticed you looking before either. You are not subtle when you flirt. Even a straight man could figure it out.”

Ryan blinked hard with a shake of his head. “You knew?”

“Oh Hunny, I knew from the first few weeks when you took me to all those straight bars with all those fruit flies. I can see now why they had a hard time accepting me as your new fling. I even thought for a while that you could have been a pansexual by how flirty you are.”

Ryan relaxed into the couch, the relief hitting him like a freight train. “Do you know how freeing this is? I am so sorry that I felt I couldn’t come clean and tell you.”

“Baby, I got you,” Samuel wrapped his arm around his waist, snuggling into Ryan’s side. “If there is ever something heavy on your heart, you can always talk to me. Even if it starts a fight, we can get through it. I don’t want you to ever feel like you need to burden those hardships away.”

Ryan felt the tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. Wrapping his arms tightly around Samual, he kissed the top of his head. “Thank you. I will try to pull my stubborn head out of my ass from now on. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Samuel chuckled, kissing Ryan on his stubbly chin. “And you are too.”

“I love you, Samual.”

“I love you, too.”

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Thank you so much for reading this short story prompt. The inspiration came from a blog post where they talked about using real-life situations and experiences and writing them into a short story to help with writer’s block. This was not a personal experience but one borrowed from a friend who had struggled with coming clean about his sexuality. If you ever need a friend or support, feel free to reach out and message me. You are not alone and there are people who have had the same struggles as you.

I hope you enjoyed this story and the little twist. Let me know what you think by leaving a comment or by shooting a message at Turanturnip@gmail.com

Turan

Taking a small break till the new year.

Hey Raga-rootlings!

I want to start off the post with a huge Thank you for the support and for reading my stories! I have learned a lot through the last year and feel like I’ve grown as a writer!. Also, can you believe it’s been a year since I started posting my short stories?!

With the end of my university term coming up and then the Christmas holidays, I decided to put off posting any further stories on WordPress, Vocal, and on my personal website The Turnip Patch. This is just so I can focus on finishing my schooling, write a bunch more chapters with fresh insight and perspective on my writing, and get a good stockpile for 2022!

Although I won’t be posting any Whispering Death updates, I did decide to continue to post on Wattpad a side story I wrote. It’s nothing like I have published before and will be rated R with sexual content and angst. I wanted to try my hand with several styles, genre’s and you guessed it, explicit content. It’s not my best work since it is a trial and 100% for fun, but if you want to check it out in the next few weeks, head on over to my Wattpad and follow the updates there. It will be more than once a week since the chapters are shorter than my usual, and let me know what you think! It’s a trash story, so share your thoughts and don’t be shy. I look forward to several people loving/hating it.

Thank you for the wonderful year of tales and stories. I look forward to posting for you all in the new year!

Turan Turnip.

Cry About It Later

Authors disclaimer:

*This story is based on and inspired by the music and music video of Katy Perry’s “Cry about it later”. After listening to it a few days ago for the first time, I had this overwhelming urge to write the rest of the story out since I felt it was an amazing concept. I was consumed and all I wished for was more about the story line that in the end, I created my own. Please enjoy and also check out the song. Katy Perry has always been an inspiration to me, so I hope you enjoy this as much as I had while writing it.*

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The flight back to her house was devastating. Katy’s mind was blank as the slow dawning realization of what had transpired settled in. It’s over. The long relationship she had with the person she loved was over. Plopping down into her chair, she crossed her arms, holding herself tightly as tears streamed down her face. It was no shock really since she knew this day would eventually come. Being a witch was both a blessing and curse in the world. Many came far and wide looking for her skills and charms, yet there was still the stigma that witches brought bad omen. She was used to the ridicule and superstitions, but it didn’t matter while she had that person beside her. Now without them, the void in her chest gnawed as it grew. 

    Relaxing her shoulders, Katy was determined. What was the use crying over the pain she expected? If she was easily discarded then it was their loss. No point wasting her tears or her energy. She was a young talented witch! Standing up she grabbed her wand, flipping her book to see what she could do about her plain long black gown. Too long she hid her looks behind unflattering dress codes, all so that she would be taken seriously and not seen as an enchantress out to steal hearts. Flipping pages, she finally found the quick chant and swished her wand. Tendrils of power whooshed out from within as her clothes slithered away like ribbons. The scratchy cloth softened into silk as it shapened around her torso, flaring into a cute black sundress. Adding the final touch of a black ribbon, it pulled her blond hair back with a bow. 

    Katy didn’t have to check into the mirror to know she looked smokin, adding a little pink lip gloss before flicking her wand once more towards her broom. The last of the ribbon wrapped around the bristle, adding a cute bow to her ride. If she was going out, her trusty broom needed to match. Heading for the door, she realized she was missing one last thing. With a swish of her hand, her black rimmed hat floated towards her hand. Although she could leave home and easily trick anyone into thinking she was a human, she wanted everyone to know who she was. For the last dozen years, she hid silently by the side of her lover. No longer was she going to stay in the shadows and this time she wanted to live with no regret. This witch was free to go and do as she pleased and there was no use if she couldn’t be proud of being a witch. Placing her hat down on her head, she closed the door behind her with a smile. 

    Kicking off the ground she took to the sky, no idea where to go or where this night would take her. Nothing was going to stop her from having fun, all her troubles would just have to wait. The sun had just finished cresting past the horizon as the cool summer breeze flowed through her hair. Scanning around she looked for the best place to start the night. In the distance she spotted a castle with lights flickering with activity. Turning her course she buzzed with excitement as music grew louder to her approach. Carriages lined the road leading up to the dazzling building. Katy bit her lower lip, she had never been to a castle party before! Spotting a balcony door leading to the ballroom, Katy flew over and landed. Leaning her broom against the wall behind the door, she brazenly walked into the room. 

    Bright colors of gold and silver lined the ballroom from head to toe as several dancers swirled around in a dance of brilliant colors. Katy stared in awe, walking around the outer wall at the sight. A butler approached her, offering a glass and wine. Taking it to avoid suspicion of crashing the party, she nodded to accept the pour. Her glass now filled to the brim, she sipped at the liquid with delight. A ballroom dance and free booze? This girl was gonna get wasted. The song playing finished as she found a place along the wall to lean against. The crowd clapped before the next song started. Several couples shuffled from on and off the floor, some heading for fresh air while others to the buffet. This was the fanciest place she had ever been, feeling suddenly a little underdressed. Just as her nerves began to get the best of her a masculine voice startled her. 

    “Would you like to dance, Madam?” 

    Removing her hat to get a better look at the man, Katy kept from yelping out loud. Not only was she asked to dance, but it was by the prince himself! His eyes sparkled as brightly as his smile while he offered out an extended hand towards her. Her heart fluttered at how gorgeous he was up close. Dark honeyed hair, deep ocean eyes, if rumors served her well this was none other than Prince Casper. Extending her hand out, she accepted his offer.

    “Yes.”

    Gracefully, he led her to the dance floor. People parted allowing them to get into position before he began to lead. Thank goodness Katy had taken ballroom lessons, who would have known that after years it finally came into good use. It was hard for her not to swoon as the prince smiled cheerfully at her. The room blurred around her and all she could see was him. 

    “Are you from around here? I have not seen you before.”

    Katy smiled bashfully. “I am not actually, I’m from the swamp lands to the east of here.”

    “The free lands? What is a beauty like you doing out there?” 

    With a hard swallow, Katy was unsure how to answer that. He must have known she was a witch, her hat was a dead give away. “It’s not uncommon for a witch to take up residence there.”

With a quick swirl and a dip, the prince kept his gaze on her. The look of attraction was one Katy was familiar with. Pulling her up slowly from the dip, their faces came in close. Katy’s heart was pounding as she couldn’t help feel the chemistry between them. Maybe it was the booze or maybe the atmosphere, either way she could feel herself falling. It was like a fairy tale, playing out all too perfectly. As he leaned in to kiss her, she closed her eyes to reciprocate. It was just like a dream where she could see herself happy, even if for a little while. It was all so fast yet in that moment as she felt his breath on her face, the image of them popped into her mind. It wasn’t them she was kissing. Shooting her eyes wide open, she realized that he didn’t even know her name. Maybe she was a little hasty to be hooking up with a prince, one who was wickedly famous too. Raising her hand to block his lips, she bopped him on the nose awkwardly.

“Hey, thank you for the dance and the wine. I had a lot of fun and I will for sure be back here again some day.” Breaking from his arms she rushed to grab her hat and headed for the balcony. What a close call, Katy thought. The prince broke from his daze and followed her out onto the balcony.

“W-wait, I didn’t even catch your name!”

Katy smiled cheerfully, placing her hat neatly on her hair. “That’s ok, you don’t need it. May you find your storybook princess, because I know I’m not her.” 

With a side saddle on her broomstick, she kicked off before he could say anything more. She waved goodbye to her sweet prince and as the distance grew she finally dropped her smile. The pounding of her heart ached more than before. Why at that moment did she think of that person? Threatening tears once again crept up as it swelled. No, she wasn’t going to let this ruin her night. It was still so early and there was much to do. Of course, it was for the best that she left the prince since the last thing she wanted was a strong commitment. Shaking her head from those thoughts, she clenched her fist with renewed determination. Katy was going to push her feelings aside, for now she was going to focus on having fun. 

Up ahead she spotted a small town lit up with activity. Maybe it was another party? Lowering down towards the outskirts where it was calmer, Katy spotted a boy in overalls leaning against a fence. He looked over towards the street where a festival was in full bloom. Looking around, he seemed to be alone. With a small landing, she placed her broom and hat down and approached him. With her hands on her hips, she called out to him. 

“Hey why are you so far from the fun?” 

Startled, he turned towards her, his eyes wide at the sudden appearance. With a playful smile, she waited for him to reply.

“I didn’t have anyone to go with me.”

It was such a simple reply that Katy couldn’t help but bite at her lip. Walking towards him, she leaned in to kiss his cheek. 

     “Well now you do.”

Katy interlaced her hands into his, pulling him towards the busy streets. It was a small festival for what looked like a celebration of the recent harvest. It was common for the farming communities to throw such occasions as Katy had seen a few in the past. Where there was a celebration, there was more booze! Turning to her companion, she wrapped her arm around his. 

“What is your name?” 

The farmer boy blushed, turning away to hide it. “Jacob.”

“Do you know where the drinks are around here?”  

“Yeah, I helped set up the booth for it. Got a few drinking tickets in return. Let me get you one!”

    Jacob pointed towards the stand just past the center of the town. Together they walked through the crowd, several men and women glancing towards them. Of course it would be normal since she was the new comer, yet it was not uncommon for travelers to join in on the festivities. The dancing and music was centered in the middle of the market-like street with a blazing fire in the middle. The smell of cooked meats and pastries filled the air as they approached the beer stand. Jacob let her hand go as he stepped up to the counter and grabbed two drinks for them to enjoy. Taking her mug, they clinked before sipping the frothy brew. Farmer community beers were the best since everything they had was homemade. With a few deep swings, Katy closed her eyes with enjoyment. The music had a lively beat while the crowd cheered and danced. 

    Opening her eyes, she took a moment to appreciate her surroundings. It was day and night from the party at the Princes castle. From formal to absolute freedom. As much as the elegance of the castle had been, there was so much to offer in the less restricted attire and dance form. Looking back over at Jacob, Katy watched as he took a swig of his beer then wiped the foam with the back of his hand. It was uncouth, which was entirely fine with her. Maybe what she needed was not that of a new relationship but that of good company. Kissing the prince would have chained her from one relationship to another. Chugging her beer, she slammed her glass to the counter behind her with an exaggerated exhale. Jacob was dumbfounded that she had already completed her drink, causing her to raise a brow.

    “Well, are you gonna catch up or not? We have dancing to do!”

    With a hearty laugh, Jacob raised his glass to the challenge and downed the rest of his beer. Katy cheered him loudly, raising her arms above her head in excitement at his display. Slamming his now finished beer down on the counter in the same fashion as her, Katy clapped as he pounded at his chest. He clearly was not used to drinking quickly, yet wanted to impress her. With a giggle, she placed a hand on his shoulder. 

    “Way to go, I didn’t think you would do it!” 

    Standing up straight, he rubbed at his nose to brag. “What, chugging a beer? It’s not so hard.”

    The current dance had just come to an end as the next one began to set up. Katy looked over as several people began to hold hands in a circle, dancing around the fire in a line. Dropping her hand from his chest, she watched with piqued interest. The dance seemed pretty simple as she studied the steps. Interrupting her thoughts, Jacob grabbed at her hand.

    “It’s an easy dance if you want me to teach you. Come let’s go!”

    Now being the one dragged behind, Katy laughed as he pulled her towards the circle. He broke the chain, grabbing at the hand of the stranger to add to the link. Looking back at her with a charming smile he helped her join and began to show her the foot work at a slower rate. It was a little bumpy at first, breaking the rhythm of the dancers beside them as she tried to watch him. It wasn’t long before she completely synced with the line, not having to watch at their feet as the dance pattern repeated. They danced several times around the fire, the pace slowly picking up as the musicians played faster each segment. The challenge was to go as long as you could before getting tired. Several people began to break from the circle as it got smaller and smaller. Katy laughed alongside Jacob as they stayed until the last final stanza of the song. Several other dancers had survived and as the song came to its close, the crowd erupted into an overwhelming cheer.

    Katy was patted on the back by several strangers she had just danced alongside before the tempo of the music started up into a jig. Jacob thankfully was a great dancer, showing her the steps before they began to twirl and twist through the other dancers. This had gone on for several hours before the crowd began to thin out. The festival would still go on for hours more as the dancing died down to just the drinking crowd. Katy decided this was when she would take her leave. Hugging Jacob, she said her goodbyes.

    “Thank you for an incredible time. I am going to head out.”

    Shyly, he held her hands. “Will I be able to see you again?”

    Katy was unsure once more how she was to reply. Instead of false promises or heart breaking words, she cupped his cheek and brushed it with her thumb. With a smirk, she pulled away from him in silence. Swishing her wrist, her broom flew over towards her. She grabbed her hat and plopped it on her head with one hand while grabbing the broom. With a fluid motion, she took off, leaving him unanswered behind. Surprisingly Katy felt no guilt. Jacob was a sweet boy, however she was not for him. At least she had been able to finally take her mind off the pain she felt before. Looking up at the moon at its full brilliance, she closed her eyes as the breeze cooled her. Even though she had danced for hours, she was still full of energy. Maybe one more stop before finding a place to sleep. Besides, it was the weekend and she had all the time in the world. 

    Scanning around, she was unfamiliar with the area. A large tree caught her eye as it twinkled in the distance. Sticking her tongue out she decided to check it out. The light grew as she approached it. Instead of circling it, she glided silently past the branches and cruised between several tree houses. “Oh, this is a fairy kingdom.” 

    There were several fairy folk playing and dancing in clusters around several branches of the tree houses and limbs. Slowing her pace, she giggled at the folk enjoying themselves. 

    “Not often does a witch stumble into these woods.”

    The voice startled her as she turned to see a fair and handsome fairy folk drifted down to stand on the front of her broomstick, holding a drink in hand. Katy had heard how mischievous fairies could be and was curiously attracted. 

    “Not often does a fairy sneak up on a witch. What if I turned you into a toad in defence?” 

    With a contagious laugh, the fairy smiled playfully.

    “Then I would hope that kissing you would break the spell. Care to join me in merriment?”

    He lured her, leaning in to offer a cup full of sweet smelling dew. How could she turn down a drink with such a charming creature? Caution to the wind, she took the leafy goblet and took a sip of the fluid. It was sweet like honey, the nectar leaving her feeling warm within her core. It was welcoming since the breeze had chilled her from the dancing earlier. With a smirk, the fairy extended his hand.

    “Feliander.”

    Katy mimicked his smirk, reaching for his hand to hold. “Katy.”

    Lifting off the broom, Feliander let go of her hand and waved to follow. He flew down towards a plant near the base of the tree. Drifting down she followed. The tree was buzzing with laughter, light music and several drunk flying fairies all playing pranks on each other. Touching down on the ground, Katy took her hat off and placed it on her broom. She was unsure if the pranksters would try and steal it, hoping they would know better than to mess with a witch. They didn’t seem malicious by any means, giving her a sense of comfort as they waved with kind smiles. Stepping closer to Feliander, he stood beside a large budding flower that protruded from the plant. The stem of the plant seemed to run through the entire tree as Katy spotted several of these buds over the kingdom. Touching the bud, Feliander used a bit of his magic which caused it to open into a bright colorful flower. Several stamens within the flower held the cup like nectar similar to the one he had given to her. 

Plucking the goblet off the plant, he returned beside Katy with a lifted glass. Katy’s eyes filled with wonder as she lifted her cup towards him, drinking it as they cheered. Who would have thought such plants existed! Katy would have to find out the species of plant later, having something handy nearby would be convenient at home. As they began to drink beside the flower, they told stories and jokes, laughing as they sat close. She told him of the party at the castle, then how she danced at the farmers festival. Katy rested her head on Feliander, feeling warm and well past tipsy as she placed her now finished cup by several others they had finished. Feliander turned closer to her, touching lightly at her chin.

“Sounds like you’ve already had an eventful night! But what caused you to venture so far from home?”

Katy’s judgement was impaired as she thought on the question. Her smile fell as she now thought of the heartache she began her night with. “I suppose you could say I am running away from something.” 

She stared into Felianders dark violet eyes. What would have made her heart melt and flutter away only brought back the gaping void in her chest. How easily she could just kiss any of the men she met tonight, alas she couldn’t push herself to do it. He waited patiently, expecting her to say more. A small tear pushed through as it streamed down her cheek.

“I had some bad news told to me earlier today, so I wanted to just drink my sorrows away.” 

Feliander withdrew his hand from her chin, his face concerned as he adjusted to properly face her. Taking her hand into his, he offered comfort as he spoke softly. 

“I am sorry to hear. Was it a loss of someone close?”

Katy broke away from his gaze. “In a way, yes. It’s more of a broken heart rather than the death of a loved one. They broke it off with me.” 

There was a moment of silence as Feliander sighed lightly in thought. Katy finally looked back at him, realizing she had affected the mood. 

“Ah, don’t worry about it so much. I don’t want to be a downer so let’s enjoy ourselves. I will be alright.” 

Sitting up, Katy offered a wide grin. Feliander scoffed, nodding at the realization that she needed a friend more than anything. Reaching up towards the flower, he grabbed the last two cups and passed her one. 

“Then here’s to you! The adventurous witch who’s looking for fun!”

“Hell yea!”

They clinked their cups and drank deeply. They continued into the early morning as the sun began to peek over the horizon. It was only when the chirping of birds did Katy finally wake up, unaware that she had even passed out at some point in her conversation with Feliander. Sitting up, she felt the material of a grassy blanket slip off her shoulder. Looking around in confusion, there was no sign of fairies as the tree was lit by sunshine. It seemed the entire tree was desolated as several of the fairy folk had drank themselves into a deep slumber. With a great deal of surprise, Katy woke up with no hangover. She rubbed at her face to clear the sleep from her eyes, spotting a small basket of fruits and nuts. Beside it was a note.

“Hope you slept well. Here is breakfast. May we meet again.”

There was no name, yet she knew Feliander was the one who left her the gift. Taking the basket, she ate the fruit while enjoying the peaceful environment. The flower that they had drank from had fully wilted, and the several goblets within were shriveled. Katy felt a little bad about killing such a beautiful flower, yet in its place a new bud had begun to bloom within the shell of the withered blossom. Katy really needed to find out what plant this was if it was able to recover so quickly! No wonder the fairy folk drank freely from the plant. She laughed at the thought of how cheerful and laid back they had been. Why she never had traveled the world like this made her wonder. All this time she had been in her swamp, spending all her time in the clouds and she could have been traveling the world. What other sights and views would she see? 

She finished her meal, taking the card left from Feliander. Kissing it, she left the mark within the basket, hoping that he would receive her thanks. Thankfully on top of it all, her broom and hat sat untouched where she left it. Seems she had the wrong idea of how fairy folk were. Maybe she should come here again in the future. Taking her hat off the broom, a startling croak came shooting out of her hat as she turned it to place on her head. Screaming from the surprise, she fell on her bottom as the frog slapped her face. Pulling the frog off, she roared in laughter. Several giggles could be heard from the treetops where the houses all stayed. Turns out they were definitely pranksters. Standing up, she brushed her dress off and placed her hat on her head. Two could play at this game. Pulling her wand out of the pocket of her dress, she whispered a small chant. On a stump nearby, she conjured a large pile of muffins. Giggling to herself, she hoped the small prank would work.The small muffins were not just yummy treats for the fairies, but also would give the eater hiccups for a short time. All in good fun, she thought as they might get a kick out of it. Hoping on her broom, she chuckled at herself as she passed through the leaves into the open sky. 

Now into the full sunlit air, she could tell that she was well past midday. She studied the land, making a mental note of the area so if she happened to be in the neighbourhood, she would stop by again. Tapping at her chin, she realized just how much of the world was left to explore. Even though she started the trip in hopes to forget her pain, she was beginning to feel the sense of adventure calling her. She turned to the west, knowing that home layed just beyond. What would be farther to the east if she continued? Excitement bubbling within her, she looked on.

“Look out world, here I come!”

Bending close to her broom, she zoomed off with great speed. As the landscape changed from farmlands and forest, it gradually became rock and mountainside. Slowing down her pace she spotted a large patch of trees with a hole in the middle. Curious, she turned towards it, taking high to the sky to get a better look. It was breathtaking as Katy now realized the hole was much deeper than she thought. It was a dwarven city! Brightly it glowed as the sun began to set, the twinkling lights bouncing off the river that ran down into it. Along the walls were buildings and housing layering on top of eachother as it ran deeply into the earth’s crust. Lowering down into it, there was a steam that battled against the mist of the water fall. It was humid and refreshing as hot and cold droplets of water tickled against her legs. Drifting away from the middle to avoid getting wet, she circled just outside of the street ways deeply embedded into the stone wall. The carvings and architecture was stunning. Several dwarves spotted her with surprise, few offering her a smile and wave.

She waved back, grinning ear to ear. Lowering down a few more layers, she finally landed on the floor. The streets were wide, lined with buildings of all kinds. The streets were busy with hustle and bustle as people shopped, carting goods and wares. A few dwarves were even riding on donkeys with small wagons. Taking a deep breath in, Katy caught a whiff of a delicious aroma. It was mouth watering, causing her stomach to rumble. 

“Oops,” Katy thought. “I’ve been flying for a while and didn’t think about food.”

Rubbing at her stomach, she followed the scent, avoiding running into people as she explored. Eventually she came to a grand opening where several tables were set up within it. A giant oven-like structure lined the wall facing the forge and waterfall. It glowed brightly, cooking something within. Stopping a dwarven male close by she spoke. 

“Excuse me, what is happening here?”

Hiding his initial shock, he switched to a grand smile. He spoke with a thick accent, rolling his r’s heavily.  “My! Whadda day! Well youn’ Miss, today we holdin eh celebration. Te King Thane’s eldest son had’is first hunt. Will ye be stayin te honor him? Tis not oft’n we have eh witch visitin’ these parts, especially one as good lookin as ye.”

The stout dwarf’s eyes lit up with excitement, waiting for her response. Before she could reply, her stomach growled loudly. With a hearty laugh he planted his fists proudly on his hip.

“Ay, sounds like ye are. Come! Let me git ye something.”

Katy blushed a little, thanking him as she followed behind. Passing several tables, some with piles of plates of meats assorted. Bowls of fruits, vegetables and potatoes filled the other side as it held a defined line where the meat started and ended. Several tables had been arranged in such a way, and on each end were several kegs stacked on top of eachother. He eventually stopped in front of a table, grabbing at a plate of turkey. It looked thick with juicy meat and perfectly crisped seasoned skin. Kate’ sparkled as she stared starry eyed. The dwarf cackled, leading her to a table as he placed the plate down. 

“Here, ye go Miss. And I’ll grab ye an Ale.”

Unsure if she should start eating right away or wait, Katy licked at her lips hungrily. What a lucky streak she was having! The dwarf returned, two grand pints brimming with ale. Some of the liquid sloshed out over the side as he plunked them down on the table. With a grunt he sat down on the other side of the table from her, sighing as he eyeballed the witch. 

“Well, wut ye waitin’ fer? Dig in!” He chuckled as he watched Katy, rip the leg off the bird and chop away at the meat. With a moan of delight, Katy closed her eyes as she savored the meal. The plate had several buns stacked beside it as she opened her mouth to rip a bite out of one. Her mouth was still full when she grabbed at the pint, drinking deeply from it. The mixture of meat, bun and ale complimented each other exquisitely. This was the life, she thought as she swallowed it all. Looking at the dwarf, he sat quietly with a grin on his face while lighting up a pipe. He took several tokes of it before blowing a smoke ring. Katy realized she had been so distracted by her hunger, she forgot to thank him.

“Thank you…er.. Sorry, what is your name?”

The dwarf jumped, his eyes shooting wide. “My! ‘Cuse me fer bein rude, Miss! Names Gurk.”

“Nice to meet you Gurk. I’m Katy.” They nodded happily at each other as she continued to stuff her face. Slowly, the area began to fill in with several dwarven citizens. Several heading to different tables, then sitting at the tables in the same row. Katy leaned in to Gurk as she watched.

“Why are people selectively eating from certain tables and rows?”

Gurk took a deep drag of his pipe before answering. “Those be their Family house’s. Each house has eh Thane on te council. Ye can tell by te flag hangin on te roof.”

Katy looked up, never noticing the flags. Each was a different color and symbol. Intrigued, she nodded, looking at the banner they sat on. It was a dark forest green with a bow and arrow. On the string of the bow was a snake that wrapped itself around it. Gurk continued to speak, explaining his house banner.

“Each house represent eh cast. Te cast of each house is wut their job is, see? Me house cast is eh ranger. We hunt te food served here tonight.” As if he was boasting, Gurk wobbled with pride. Katy chuckled, given the feeling that the bird he served her was shot by him. 

“Well, I must say, the hunter who killed this feast must have been very talented. I may want to meet them.” She offered him a wink, turning the dwarf bashful. He blushed crimson, figuring out that she caught on. Several other dwarves joined in at the tables as the feast was in full bloom. Cheers and song’s burst out at several points unprompted. Katy couldn’t help but to get caught up in the energy, clapping along to the chants she didn’t know. Each song was a tale of a house’s accomplishment as Gurk would explain them. The last song was of the Son who killed the beast plaguing the sheep pens. It was a wolf sang to be 10 times the size of a dwarf, mightier than a giant and ruthless as a tyrant king. How the King Thanes son bravely slew the beast without hesitation nor fear. At the last repeating chorus, all the dwarves sang in harmony, raising their pints towards the head tables where the son sat proudly by his father. Ale continued to flow as they drank heavily into the night. Arm wrestles and braggarts swarmed to different tables as they mingled after the songs. Katy was pickled by the time the dwarves around her began speaking of myths and legends. Some talked about the glory of golden treasures buried deep in the mountains nearby, others arguing it wasn’t buried but a dragon’s horde. 

Gurk scoffed. “Id’ots all of em. Tis buried gold and jus a Dragon! Two diffen kinds!”

Katy leaned in, hanging on his words. 

“Is there really a Dragon?” 

“Ay, Tis. Near te boarder lands o’ te desert. Seen it meselves. Black as te dark’st nights! Beady evil eyes, is has.” 

His eyes widened as he regaled the tale, swaying as he held his hands up to add to the story. His buddy beside him slapped him on the back, howling. “Can’ believe ye still tellin te tale! He was eh wee lad, claimin he saws it since we bu’ pups.”

Gurk slammed his fist angrily on the table, his face red with a vain popping from his forehead. “AY! I’s SEEN te dragon! Na eh soul believe me, eh!” 

Sitting down, Gurk grumpily crossed his arms. Katy burst out laughing at the stout dwarves childish outburst. Reaching out, she grabbed his arm. 

“I believe you, though! In fact, I will go see this dragon for myself!” 

The dwarves around her burst out laughing, teasing her as she stood up, pint in hand. 

“You all laugh, but I will prove Gurk is right! I’m gonna fly over there, ask him for a tooth, then come back here and show you all. In Gurks Honor!”

Slowly they looked to one another, deciding and nodding collectively at the strange quest the witch had set out. Who were they to judge if she wanted to prove someone’s honor? Cheering her on, Katy downed the rest of her wooden cup and slammed it down on the table. She led them towards her broom, her pointed hat sitting crooked on top of her head. With a wave of her hand she grabbed her broom and saluted the crowd. She hopped on with a stumble before kicking off in a wobbly line. The cries of the dwarves slowly drowned out as she raised into the sky. Everything was a blur, even while attempting to scan the mountain range she had a hard time staying right side up on the stick. With a hiccup, Katy pointed in the supposed direction. “Onwards!”

    Sitting in the sky unmoving, Katy glanced down at her broom. 

    “Hey! Onwards!”

    With still no movement, Katy planted her fist on her hip. “Listen here, twiggy. I made you, I can discharm you too!”

    There was a small hesitation before the broom launched into a full jet. Katy gripped on tightly, grabbing at her hat at the sudden lurch. Grumbling under her breath, she tried to focus on the ever changing landscape. It was hard to keep balance as she swerved up and down, barrel rolling here and there as she nearly slipped off to the side. Still only holding the broom with one hand and her hat with the other, she leaned heavily over to squint at a mountain before colliding into the tip of a pine tree. The sudden slap against the boom and her leg caused her to plumid narrowly towards the ground, hitting several other branches and limbs along the way. Thankfully landing in a bush below, Katy groaned at the pain in her body. She took a few moments to catch her breath before rolling out to the dirt floor. Pulling out her wand, she swished for a magical swirl to clean off her dress, leaving her looking fresh. With only a few minor scratches, she considered herself lucky. 

    “Phew! That was a close call! Alright, take two!”

    Waving her hand towards her broom, she watched as it hovered above her. The magical stick shook the top of it’s handle in a “No” like manner, the lantern attached swaying as it creaked. Flabbergasted at the outbreak of her broom’s disobedience, Katy stomped her foot while crossing her arms.

    “Oh shush, this isn’t the first time I’ve drank and flown. Come on, let’s go!” 

The broom avoided her attempt to grab it as she leapt out at it, swishing out of reach. “Listen, if you don’t come down here, I will use you to clean the floor of my house!” 

A silky voice calls out from behind her, nearly scaring her half to death. “Troubles with your steed?” 

Turning to face the voice, she came face to face with a unicorn. It was dazzling while with a glowing aura, unlike anything she had seen before. Years she had read about them, knowing them to be pure beasts, kind hearted and caring. It was hard not to feel ashamed of her behalver, now being in the presence of such a magnificent creature.

“Oh, I uh.. Maybe. I think it’s trying to say I am a little too drunk to be flying.” 

Looking around, not only did she feel ashamed but she was also horribly lost. With a light laugh, the Unicorn readed her mind. 

“Ah, yes. I think your broom is correct. I see you have lost your way as well. Would you like it if I gave you a ride back to town?” 

With a droopy head, Katy frowned. “Actually, I was hoping to try and find the dragon’s lair. This might be a little silly, but after drinking alongside the dwarves and hearing their tales, I was looking for a little adventure. I promised to restore someone’s honor by finding it and proving it was real.” 

Without looking towards the magical creature, she could feel the disappointment on his face. Crossing her arms, she looked to the ground. “I haven’t really been having the best of luck lately so I thought if I could find him, I would have an epic tale everyone would sing of the tale for years to come. At least something to replace… Ah, never mind.” 

A small tear welled as she began to feel the pain boil within her. The unicorn felt bad, watching her sigh in defeat. Finally looking up at the unicorn, Katy offered a weakened smile.

“I will take your offer for a ride back to town. My broom is right, I am a little too drunk.”

Leaning down on one knee, he offered for her to climb up. Even though she felt her streak of fun had finally come to an end, never would she have ever dreamt of riding on a unicorn. Timidly she approached him, touching at his pure snow white hair. His mane was silky to touch, untangled while she pulled herself up. Taking off into a slow trout, his gate was smooth and unhindered. The grace and elegance of the unicorn’s movements were like a river seamlessly flowing, no matter which way he turned it was natural and effortless. Making their way through the rocky terrain, they began to speak.

“I am curious, Why would you want to do something so risky in the first place?” 

Katy chuckled. It was risky. Everything she had done over the past few days was careless and unplanned. There was no real reason so she told him the truth.

“I was dumped.”

Dismayed, the unicorn turned his head to look back at her. “All this from a broken heart?!”

Katy gave a painful smile. It was time to finally come clean. No more was she going to avoid her pain. “I know, you’re not the first to say it. I had known them for years, we started as friends and lo and behold, fell in love. We never really officially dated, it was mostly kept secret because of their stature.” 

Katy began to fidget, twirling the unicorn’s mane between her fingers. 

“I can’t be mad. I knew from the beginning we were from two different worlds. I am a witch and they… Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. They are engaged now and here I am.” 

The unicorn kept his pace as he listened. “So you are looking to replace that love?”

“I thought so at first, yet when I started this trip I came across a castle. I met a prince who took interest in me. We laughed, danced and as we leaned in to kiss, I realized this wasn’t what I wanted. So I fled. Every girl’s dream is to meet a prince and become a princess yet it didn’t feel right. So then I continued on. I met a farm boy at a festival, got drunk in the fairy kingdom and it was at that point I realized I just wasn’t looking for love. Here I had men at my disposal and I could have picked any one of them. Instead I thought, I didn’t know anything about the world. So I chased after adventure and to explore. Getting drunk with dwarves and chasing dragons enthralled me. All to chase my pain away.”

The subsisting resistance faded as the tears began to spill freely. The walls she had focused so hard to build were cracking, emotions leaking through she sought to fight.

“I just… wish I would have fought more for them, you know? Instead, once I found out they were having a celebration for the engagement, I ran like a coward. How could I face them being together? The one I loved with someone they didn’t. I couldn’t bear it.”

Wiping the tears quickly she slapped at her cheeks. “Nope! I promised myself I would not cry over this! Sorry for pouring my heart out, and also for the ride. Once we get back to the city, I will sober up and just head home. I am sorry to drag you into all this.” 

With a change of heart, the unicorn stopped in a huff. After hearing her plight, he decided to help her.

“You know what. Today is the day you find the dragon! I will help you and together we will get your song!” With a stomp of his foot, he pivoted into a gallop off towards the dragon’s den. Convinced, he decided to help make her small dream come true. They race off towards the mountain peaks, making great leagues with the fluid movement of the unicorn. Katy’s heart raced, and with a cheer, she hugged his neck. Planting a kiss on his neck, she thanked him. 

The trip wasn’t long as they made their way to a cave entrance. With excitement, Katy hopped off his back and snuck up towards the rocky wall. The unicorn huddled in close behind as he whispered.  

“How are you going to convince him?” 

Katy nervously chuckled. Not once did she think of a plan the entire way here. 

“No clue. Can’t I just walk up to him and just ask for a tooth or a nail?” 

The unicorn nudged her hard on the shoulder with his nuzzle. 

“Ok ok, stupid idea. Well, I can cast a quick spell on myself to turn invisible. It won’t last long though since I kinda didn’t do so well on those kinds of spells in school.”

Shaking his head, the unicorn huffed. “They can sense you so it won’t be much help. Dragons are also magical creatures who can sense magical presents. I would not doubt he already knows we are around.”

Katy leaned her back against the wall to pounder. Slapping her fist into her palm, she looked at her friend. “What if I cast a minor charm spell?”

Quizitorily the unicorn shrugged. Katy frowned, it could be that the unicorn didn’t know much either about dragons. It was common that each creature was just as secretive to another on what they were like or capable of. Which meant, he probably was unsure how effective her own magic would be. Dropping her hands to the wall, she thought deeply of the risk. Coming so far already, she wasn’t going to give up. What was the worst thing to happen? At the first sign of danger she could protect herself and flee. Turning to her friend, she touched the side of his face.

“Thank you for helping me get this far. Whatever happens, I will make sure I get out alright. For now maybe get out of here in case he comes out angry. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

For a moment he leaned into her caress before nodding. With a smile, she kissed him on the tip of his snout, parting towards the opening. 

“Before you go,” The unicorn called out just before she stepped into the darkness, “Thank you for sharing your story with me. You are a kind witch. I hope the man you cherished knows what they lost.”

Katy sadly smiled, yet was moved. Unable to reply in fear of losing control of her emotions, she nodded. Facing the unknown, she moved forward into the tunnel aware that the unicorn stayed to watch until he could no longer see her. There was no longer any light source within the cave, leaving it frightfully eerie while Katy stumbled blindly through the tunnel. Reaching into her pocket after some time, she chanted a spell bringing light to the tip. It offered very little help however, since there was no sign of where the tunnel started or ended. All she could see was darkness. Confused, Katy turned back towards the exit, seeing the walls and dirt path behind. How was it possible not to see the end of the tunnel? A chilling shiver ran up her spine, realizing as she turned back towards the void. This time looking back, in the pitch black were golden orbs that reflected the light.

Petrified, Katy was only a few feet from the dragon. With a couple steps back, the beast grew in size as it stood. Towering over her it sneered, rumbling the entire mountainside as he spoke in a growl.

“How dare you wake me from my slumber!”

The tremor of the ground shook Katy to her core, almost knocking her over backwards. She held her wand up while trying to find courage to speak. 

“I.. I uh, Hello! I am so sorry to wake you. Y-you see… I have a small miniscule request for such a … uh… Regal dragon as yourself.”

He took a step forward, leaning in closer with a distrustful look. Katy took this moment to continue.

“A lowly witch like me was merely trying to prove that a great exalted dragon lived up in these mountains. A-and uh… they didn’t believe me.” She chuckled nervously, backing up further before hitting a wall. “Ah, and well uh.. I wanted to prove that you are truly as glorious as I made you out to be! Which you are! Heh heh. S-so to correct the error of their ways, I-I wanted to ask if I could have a small tooth, nail or even a scale to bring back as proof.”

    Snapping his teeth, the dragon lowered inches from her face. 

    “I will not! A slithery witch like you cannot be trusted. You would use our parts for your spells and potions.”

    With his claws he pinned her to the wall, almost knocking the wind out of her.

    “Don’t even try to use your spells against me either, witch! None will work.”

    Katy swallowed hard while the dragon licked his chops. If she didn’t do something quick, she was surely going to be his next meal.

    “No no, I wouldn’t dream of using any of your parts! I just wanted to prove that my dwarven friend was right! None of them believed him that you exist and I just wanted to help him!”

    He pulled back his face with narrowed eyes, giving Katy confidence she might yet convince him. “Fly out over top of the city, just do a lap around to show that you really are real and how noble of a beast you are. It will show them your superiority and how all this time you have ruled over this dominion, allowing them to live as they please.”

    Playing off the dragon’s vanity worked as he considered her words. He removed his claw from her sitting as he looked down at her. 

    “And how do I know this is no trick to slay me.”

    Katy took a deep bow, removing her hat. “On my honor as a witch, I promise that no hard will come of you. If you want, take me with you. That way if you go down, so will I.”

    Not moving from her bow for several painstaking seconds, the dragon finally answered her.

    “Fine. The moment I see a knight or am attacked, I shall tear you to shreds and devour you.”

    Although she had successfully convinced the dragon, Katy still was unsure if this was a win or a death sentence. She could not promise that his sudden appearance would not startle the kingdom into a frenzy, yet she was certain at least the dwarves were expecting it. Suddenly grabbing her, the dragon clutched her close as it rushed out of the tunnel. The startling rush caught Katy off guard as he began to run at full speed. Grabbing onto her hat tightly, all she could do was hang on for the ride. The dragon continued his pace and as the opening of the tunnel greeted them, he leaped off the mountain ledge. Spreading his wings, the sudden lurch as he flapped made her stomach churn. Flying on a broomstick was much easier than in the claws of a dragon. Without warning, he rolled and tossed her into the air to land once more onto his back. Holding on for dear life, Katy sat on the back of the wondrous beast as they circled the skys. It was exhilarating as the wind blasted her face at tremendous speed. In a grand display, the dragon cried out into the night sky. The call could be heard echoing on for miles, announcing his presence to the world. With a growl to the wind, he called up to her.

    “Where are the non-believers?”

Shakily she pointed to the small circle of stone within the tree’s. They were farther into the sky than Katy could bear doing on her broom. She couldn’t even achieve half the speed they were going as he enclosed the distance within seconds. With a second thunderous cry, Katy couldn’t help but laugh. They circled the city several times before the dragon made one final call, heading off towards the mountain range once more. Looking back Katy couldn’t wait to return to see the praise the dwarves would sing of her accomplishment. Yet as they continued past the dragon’s den, Katy felt fear creeping up within her. 

“Where are you going? Isn’t the cave back there?”

No answer was given to her as he continued deep into the dessert. The land shifted from sand to dried barren lands, the soil cracked and ridged with dead plants and shrubs shed their carcusses. Before she could think of a solution, the dragon dipped deeply towards a small thicket of trees. In a flash, Katy was ripped from the dragons back. For a short touchdown, the dragon dropped her harshly on the ground. Covering her face, Katy screamed for her life while wind assaulted her face. Fearing he was going to eat her even though no one attacked, she shoudded her face with her arms. Anticipating an attack that never came, she finally dropped her arms and looked around. The dragon was nowhere to be seen.

Shakely, she stood up and dusted herself off. The gust from the dragon’s wings had thrown her hat several feet from her. Retrieving her hat, she took a deep breath in and closed her eyes. 

“Great. He ditched me in the middle of nowhere! I guess I should have arranged with him before asking to ride on his back where to let me off back with the dwarves.”

Tisking as she picked up her hat, she felt the presence of several entities around her. Slowly standing, she was surrounded by several creatures. Few growled and laughed while others stood staring. She couldn’t see their faces with the myst surrounding them adding to her fear. 

“Look what we got here. Stray little witch.” The voice came from in front of her as a talk slender man stepped forward. He was pale with dark thin lips, framed with long straight raven hair. His smile almost glowed in the night, his fangs glinting from the moonlight. Vampire, Katy thought. There was no doubt about it. She was deep within the wastelands, far from home or safety. Unless there was a miracle, there was no getting out of here alive. Katy held her hat close as the looming creatures closed in. 

“Come, don’t be shy. You’re coming with me.” 

    With no other options, she obeyed. The vampire turned to lead, his army keeping a close eye on her as they walked towards the castle looming close by. Within the castle, she was led into the main halls where the vampire dismissed his followers. 

    “Excuse me for my curtness earlier. I am Lord Mercial. I govern these lands and the creatures within them.” Turning he pushed back his cape to extend his arms out towards her.

“I see the black dragon Eurlun has brought me yet another gift.”

    He paused to scan her head to toe, sending shivers up her spine.

    “And what a gift indeed.”

    Katy treaded carefully as she held the rim of her hat in her hands. “What do you want with me? Help you with household duties? Have brooms carry mop buckets around for you?”

    Lord Mercial chuckled humorlessly. “To be my bride. I have been in need of one for some time since the last one.”

    Katy swallowed hard. The last thing she wanted right now was to be in a relationship, yet being forced into a marriage she didn’t want? With widened eyes, it finally dawned on her. If by some how she ever made it out of here she knew what she needed to do. Coyly, she stepped up to him. Somehow she needed to find a way to distract him so she could flee. The monsters under his command were nowhere in the room so she could flee towards the balcony. Thankfully she had sobered up from the exhilaration of the dragon ride that if she could enchant some object, she could haphazardly fly out of immediate danger. How she would make it back home would be something she would figure out later. Right now she needed to save herself. Besides, she felt invincible after what she had been through so far. This was one crazy weekend and she wasn’t going to let it end like this. Submissively, she stood in front of him as he wrapped his arms around her. 

    “That’s it. Succumb to your fate. Don’t worry, I will give you thousands of children to spawn. And together we will rule over this kingdom.”

    Caressing her face, Katy looked frantically around for something, anything to aid her. He pulled back her hair from her neck, preparing to bite her when she looked back at his own. That’s it! Launching quickly at the vampire’s neck, she chomped down as hard as she possibly could. Ripping a chunk of his neck, Mercial howled angrily and shoved her hard from his arms.

Katy hit the floor hard, spitting the rotten flesh from her mouth. It was so putrid, it almost made her ralph. The room suddenly darkened, drawing Katy’s attention back to the matter at hand. Lord Mercial in his rage called forth thousands of bats, looming above him as his eyes turned black.

    “For your insolence, I will kill you instead!”

    “Not today, but thanks!” Rushing to her feet, Katy turned towards the balcony and fled. 

Mercial roared, sending his bats after her as he stumbled. Making it outside, Katy didn’t have time as several of the small winged creatures pelted her. Pain erupted in her arm from scratches and bites nicked at her. Losing her footing in disorientation, Katy backed up into the railing and felt backwards as it crumbled from her weight. The slow motion of her fall crushed her. She had still so much she needed to accomplish. With a small prayer, she closed her eyes.

“I just want to see them again.”

Unable to do anything else, she extended her arms to await her death. Memories flashed of her time she cherished with her love. How she wished she was braver back then. Smiling, she let the tears flow unrestricted. All that matters is that I loved them. The freefall felt unending, and as the sudden slam against her body winded her she gasped hard. Instead of being hitting the ground, she was in the arms of a brilliant shining angel. With his wings extended, he flew straight to the open sky. In a dumbfounded stuper, she yelled at him.

“Alex!”

Not expecting him to reply Katy leaned her head against his chest in relief. Exhaustion crashed her all at once from the rollercoaster of emotions and events. After they landed, she was never leaving her house again. Well, at least for a while. Several minutes had passed and yet he still said nothing to her. Thoughts raced through her head and when it was at its worst, she finally broke the silence. 

“Why on earth would you save me? I thought you hated me.” 

She knew who he was and even though she was sure he would never accept her kind, here he was protecting her as he flew off towards familiar grounds. 

“We may never see eye to eye, and sure I despise your kind, However, if anything happened to you, we both know they would never forgive themselves.” 

Katy was touched. She had been reckless with heart ache and not once did she think about how her love would react if she had disappeared. 

“Wait, how did you know where I was?” 

The angel kept his composure, never smiling yet never frowning. Such a typical thing for a warrior angel. 

“After I heard what happened, I followed you to make sure you wouldn’t get into trouble like you usually do. I’ve seen witches do worse things than you have.” 

His words were no more comforting, yet she was still grateful. Bright lights pulled her to the present as she realized they were not heading towards her home. There was cheering, music and flashing lights as they drew nearer. 

“Where are you taking me?” 

Alex said nothing upon lowering towards the outer ring of the cathedral. Touching down to the ground, he lowered Katy. 

“You can’t choose who you love, and even though I shouldn’t be helping you I know they feel the same way.” 

Katy looked up at the angel, then followed his gaze as it led her to the stage in the middle of the full packed house. There they were, the one she loved standing in front of thousands celebrating the announcement of the wedding. Katy hoped after hearing about the party that she could escape far enough away to avoid being here, and yet after everything she had gone through she had ended here. Fate was cruel as she spotted the flashy man beside the beautiful woman he was going to marry walk out from behind a curtain. With the words of the angel replaying in her mind and her prayer only moments ago, she knew exactly why he had brought her here. He wanted her to take her love back. Without further exchange with him, she knew what she needed to do. Grinning, she brought out her wand. With a flick of her wrist, she enchanted a broom nearby. Unsure where her old one was, this one would have to make due. 

On the stage, the man’s attention was solely to the crowd. He was a superstar, known across the kingdoms for his innervation and talents. A bachelor well desired and wealthy to boot. And lucky for Celistain, she was engaged to him. As he stood to the crowd, he shoved his way in front of the women. Waving and soaking it all in, he completely neglected her.  The women watched as he let his ego run while the crowd chanted his name

“Sabito! Sabito! Sabito!”

Of course he would be so arrogant, Celistian thought bitterly. Irritated by his display as he revved up the crowd, she rolled her eyes in boredom. How much longer do we need to continue this? As she looked towards the sky, her jaw dropped. Finally noticing just above her was Katy. Thoughts ran wild as she glared at her. What the hell was she doing? Didn’t she tell her not that long ago this was their engagement party? She may have been invited, yet here she floated above them in front of hundreds in the kingdom. The nerve of this witch. 

In a harsh whisper, she waved her to leave. “What are you doing! Get out of her!”

    Katy’s look of determination did not sway. “No. I am not leaving. Not alone anyway.”

    Celistain’s eyes widened with a brief moment of fear. “He’s engaged to me, Katy. Please just give up.”

    Katy reached down, offering a hand as Sabito turned to see what the commotion was about. 

    “Oh, don’t worry about her. The pathetic witch can’t take a hint when she’s not wanted. Let her be. She’ll learn her place soon.” Waving her off he returned to the crowd, as they laughed at Katy. Sabito only thought of her as a joke, he always had.

    Celistain lowered her head, ashamed by his manner. Katy held strong as she held Celistain face with her eyes. 

    “Celistain, I love you. I always have. I know you don’t love him in return.” It was a soft whisper, only loud enough for her to hear as her eyes shot up. They stared longingly at each other for a brief moment as Katy continued. “Come with me.”

    Torn between the arranged marriage and being with the one she loved, Celistain knew either choice could be devastating. Yet as she watched Katy, her hand slowly reached up to grab hers. There was no taking back her choice as Katy pulled for her, determined to not leave her behind. The crowd gasped, warning Sabito to turn around. Angrily he cried out. 

    “What are you doing?! This is to help save your kingdom from falling! You choose this now and our alliance with the heavens will end!” 

    Stretching out her wings, Celistain pushed off the ground speeding off behind Katy as she turned her broom to fly off into the sky. Flapping her wings hard, she could barely hear the cries of the man she almost married. She didn’t look back, she couldn’t even if she wanted to. Her attention was solely focused on how dazzling Katy looked with the moon in front of her and the wind blowing in the wind. She turned around looking back at Celistain with a shocked smile, laughing at how she really was holding her hand once more. Celistain knew the feeling as the settling idea of the choice she made sank in.  Oh no, she thought, What are we going to do now?!

With miles placed between Sabito, They finally slowed down. Katy had flown them well past the clouds and all they could see was the moon at its peak and the stars. Celistain flew up to rest beside Katy as they sat on the broomstick. The cool breeze was welcoming as she took a deep breath. They sat in silence before Celistain spoke, her voice weak.

“I told you to let me go. Why couldn’t you just leave it be.”

Katy squeezed her hand, unwilling to let it go. “I love you. I could never let you go even if I wanted to. Trust me, I tried. And the story I have will astound you.”

Celistain sighed heavily. No matter what story she had, it wouldn’t matter. She knew there was no way Katy would have, because she too couldn’t let her go. The pain she buried deep down bubbled forith. All she wanted was to please her father by bringing unity between the alchemists and angels like he wanted. If only she hadn’t fallen for Katy already. Tears poured as she turned away from Katy. 

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t let you go either. I am so sorry…”

Katy reached out, caressing her chin gently to pull her face towards her. “It’s ok. I would say don’t worry and that everything will be alright, but it won’t. And that’s ok because together we will figure something out. I know your kingdom needs resources but after the crazy weekend I’ve had, I may have a solution. For now, at least you are free from Sabito.” 

Her words were comforting while mesmerizing Celistain. She was right, at least now she was free from him and all she could see was her. Leaning in she closed her eyes and when their lips touched into a tender kiss, Celistain knew at least with Katy everything would work out fine.

The end.