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City Faeries Chapter 3 Part 2

Posted in City Faeries Series, Original Fiction on February 5, 2010 by teamjalice1863

Davenport wasn’t happy. Out of the blue, both of his children had taken off. His suspicions rose upon investigating his eldest daughter’s room. Tracie had what could only be described as a miniature tub full of green tea. Faeries. He understood then. His children were running away to protect them. That put him a bad situation.

He sat at the dining room table across from two of the neighborhood exterminators, trying to keep a straight face as he spoke of his family’s involvement with the Fae world. “My wife and I were working as scientists for the Fae. We were trying to find a cure to metal poisoning. Or at least some kind of relief from it.”

The taller of the two men whose name was Jack, scribbled something on his pad. He wrote with deliberance. His hair was some of the whitest Davenport had ever seen. “How long have you been working for this cause?” He pointed to the vest that had “watch guard” printed neatly on a tag. “It hasn’t been a long time, has it?”

“No, of course not.” Davenport felt sweat forming on his brow. These men were the proper exterminators. They were not the kind that killed faeries just to kill them. They had to have a reason. They were not a part of “the Cause”, as they put it. They were grilling him too hard. “I lost my job a few months ago. My family was desperate.”

“The Faerieology department did shut down.” The second man, Manuel, nodded in agreement, his thick auburn curls bobbing up and down. “Is your wife working elsewhere now as well?”

“She is teaching at a preschool.. The Faerie Sciences was her college minor.” Davenport sighed, passing a hand over his eyes. “Look, between the three of us, I don’t really enjoy working where I am right now. If I had any other choice, I would do something different.”

“Then perhaps you should.” Jack held out a folder. “We are a small organized group that are looking for scinetists of Faerieology. We want to study these fascinating creatures. We do not believe they are the ones who killed those children. Faeries are known to be tricksters, but very few of them have ever intentionally hurt a child. That crap about faerie kidnappings is just story.”

Davenport flipped through some of the handouts. They were, as Jack pointed out, well-organized. They had statistics on every type of faerie imaginable, and they even had a small article about the faery’s role in child development.

One flier in particular caught his attention. It dealt with the harmful effects of denying a child the right to their faery companion. He scanned it, thinking of his youngest, Tawny. He was fairly certain watching the exterminators come and wipe their house clean of faeries had traumatized her. She slept a lot in Tracie’s room after that.

The family was never sure if Tawny’s own faery had been killed during that raid. Tawny always claimed he had, but he felt that Benny must have left on his own accord to escape death. That seemed more likely for Benny’s personality. He could never convince Tawny of that. She hated him most for his current job.

“You don’t have to live with your children hating you. You could join us.”

“I don’t have the money to join a volunteer effort.” The man sighed then. “May I keep this? Just in case?”

“It’s yours.” The two men stood up. Davenport shook each of their hands. Jack smiled easily at him. “If you change your mind, feel free to call us. The number is on every flier in that packet.”

“Thanks, I will be sure to do that.” First, I need to see if I can find my children. They can’t possibly believe they’re going to be able to smuggle faeries everywhere without being caught. Their punishments would be severe. He shuddred, closing his eyes. “Tell me something. Does this program also protect the family from persecution? I don’t want to see my daughters hurt. They seem to have… taken on more than they can chew on their own.”

“We’d do everything we could to protect them. It makes all of us feel good to hear that not all children have turned away from them. Are your children here now? We could talk to them right now.”

Davenport was hesitant to answer. “They are out right now. I will give them your message. My daughter Tracie would love you guys.” He wasn’t exaggerating. Tracie had been a faerie activist from the beginning. He wished he had listened to her now. They hadn’t been on good speaking terms for months. “Thank you for your time, and I’m sorry I can’t give you an answer right now.”

“It’s not a problem. Many of us were skeptics once. You’ll come around, I’m sure.” Jack smiled confidently. “Just remember to call if you need anything.” He and Manuel showed themselves out of the house.

Davenport sighed, slumping his chair. Now he had to be the one to go and track his children down before they got themselves, and their faery refugees hurt.

***
Tracie watched Marlon in awe. The faery boy had been sitting motionless in her sister’s lap for almost twenty minutes. She assumed he was working some kind of magic. The faery energy was swirling around her like nothing she had felt before. It was intoxicating. Just as a light headed feeling slammed into her, she heard Felix’s steadying voice.

“Relax. Take a deep breath. Most of our energies are heightened now that we are away from the city area. We’ll be able to fend for ourselves just a bit better.” He surprised her with his gentle voice. Felix hadn’t come off to her as someone who was capable of being nice to anyone but family.

Tracie let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Felix… what’s he’s doing? And how did he get Tawny to sit so still? I’ve never seen her so motionless in my life.” The faery at her side chuckled slightly. She looked over. “What?”

“Marlon has bonded with her. When you get a friendship that strong, you learn to trust each other. She requested permission to hold him while he worked so he wouldn’t have to be on the ground. He accepted, but he gave her very specific instructions. Not sure exactly what he said, but it’s working.”

“He didn’t enchant her, did he?” Suddenly Tracie was alarmed. While it was okay for a faery that “belonged” to you to cast minor spells and magics over you just for fun, it was another matter all together for a strange one to do so.

“Marlon? Nah. He isn’t for playing with mortals like that. He has a very strict ethics code, unlike most of our kind.” Felix grinned impishly then. “I could prove it if you like.”

“No thanks.” Tracie stood up then. The forest was darkening as the early hours of evening were becoming apparent. “It’s going to be pretty cold by the time the sun sets, Felix.”

“Not a problem.” Felix said nothing more, as he went to get the two youngest party members out of the small creek where they were playing. When he came back, Terry and Gracie were giggling happily at his side. “We’ll have plenty of warmth with all of us around. Even the little ones can help us.”

“We definitely will!” Terry grinned, then quieted, seeing his brother’s state. “He’s been like that for a long while, Felix. Is it really okay?”

“Your brother knows what he is doing. Why don’t you help me gather some dry sticks, and stones. We’re going to need them.”

(This chapter will be the last chapter I make public. If you want to read more after Part 3, you will need to contact me out of this blog. Thanks everyone for reading this far.)

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City Faeries Draft Chapter 3 Part One

Posted in City Faeries Series, Original Fiction on January 28, 2010 by teamjalice1863

So I finally decided to sit my butt down, and work on CF again. This is great news for me. My Fae muses have been driving me nuts. I know quite a few of you are probably NOT interested in this anymore, but for those who are, thank you for coming back after so many months. It’s appreciated!

Chapter Three

“So, you’re not really a common faery?” Tawny looked up from her coloring book. Marlon sat in the FaePouch the girl generously offered to him. He found himself having a hard time explaining things to her, but she seemed to understand.

“I suppose not. My parents never treated me as if I was otherwise, but when I turned seventeen last year, they started acting kind of weird.”

“Oh.” Tawny looked back at her coloring book. “I don’t think Benny was common either. He didn’t act like it.” She paused in selecting another color. “Why didn’t they want you to know?”

Marlon frowned. That was something he’d never thought about. “I don’t know. I think my mother must have wanted to get away from it for some reason.” He glanced towards the window, hearing a car door slam. “Tawny….” He needn’t have spoken. The young girl was already up, looking to see who it was. He heard her gasp. “Not good news, is it?” He allowed himself to fly to her shoulder. “Nope. That’s your father, right?” He watched as two businesslike gentlemen walked up the cobble stone paths.

“We have to get Tracie, and get out.” Tawny started to head for the door. Marlon just barely had time to grab on to her shirt.

“Hang on, Tawny. Let’s get you out of here first. My spells won’t work too well if they see you for some reason. Is there a trellis out the window?” Marlon didn’t like the idea that he would have to have the girl climb out of a two story window. He didn’t see any other way around it.

“Yeah, but I don’t know if it will hold all of my weight. We should just get Tracie’s help….”

“I’ll deal with Tracie and the others.” Marlon smiled softly. Tawny opened her window, and glanced down. “It’s too high….” She glanced at him. Marlon took a look out the window. “Yeah. It is pretty high….” Marlon thought for a long moment. The footsteps downstairs weren’t as close to the staircase as they had been, but that didn’t mean anything. Most humans did come up to their bedrooms at least for a little while after being out of the house. “Tawny, if you’re going to come with us, I need you to do this.” He thought about how he could assure Tawn was going otbe okay going out by herself., He couldn’t come up with any ideas. I need help. But I can’t risk being found out just yet. Not if Tawny’s still around. The last thing she needs is to watch another faery she’s befriended die. Maybe it’s a good time to try out that one spell. “Close your door, Tawny.” He watched the girl do as he asked. Then he sighed. “I’m going to attempt to do something we’re not really supposed to do, especially not around humans.”

Marlon closed his eyes briefly. He began to speak the incantation. He was careful to pronounce the words clearly. He heard Tawny gasp in shock. He smiled softly to himself, realizing that his spell was successful. “Do I look terrible?”

“You look amazing….” Tawny came over slowly. She reached out a hand. “Can I…touch you?”

“Yes…” Marlon stood still, and let the girl touch him, and see that he was only just bigger. He closed his eyes, glamouring the wings on his back. “Now will you come down with me? I don’t want you to get hurt.” Tawny nodded, allowing Marlon to take her hand gently. “OKay now, I’m going to go down first, and the guide you down. Without saying another word, Marlon lowered himself over the window sill.

He kept a listen out for anything alarming as he made it to the bottom. The last wrung of the trellis hung just a few inches above ground, so he had to jump. Not surprisingly, he landed on his feet. Then he called up quietly to Tawny. “Come on. I’ll be right here.”

“I…I don’t know if I can.” Her small voice called back. Marlon saw her head poke out the window. “Marlon, I can’t…”

Marlon sighed. Crap. I don’t have the strength to use suggestion on her. Besides, that kind of stuff needs to be reserved her parents. “Tawny, if you don’t come now, we’ll have to leave you behind.” He decided to try a more mundane tactic. This tactic even worked on his brother Teri sometimes.

“No way…!” Marlon watched with relief and satisfaction as the girl swung her legs over the side. “Please, don’t let me fall….”

“Slow and steady, one foot at a time.” Marlon said. “Tawny, so tell me something. What do you think of your sister’s crusade?”

“I don’t know, really.” Tawny hesitated when she got to the last wrung. “I don’t think I can make the jump.”

Marlong walked over, putting out a hand to her. “Reach down and take my hand.” He guided her to a near perfect landing. The girl landed on her knees though. She stood up, and brushed herself off. Just as she was getting her FaePouch strapped around her waist, Marlon felt his spell beginning to waver. “Okay, it’s wearing off. I’ll need a lot of rest now….”

“What about my parents? Felix? Your siblings?” Tawny asked. “How are we going to get them out?”

Good question. Marlon knew that things were only going to get stickier. Then he heard a most welcome voice.

“Thank goodness you got her out, Marlon.” Tracie didn’t seem to be too surprised about his size. “That glamour’s going to wear off soon. Don’t worry. I already told Dad that Tawny wasn’t here. Take her down the street to the Seven Eleven. I’ll be there with the others soon.” Tracie’s head disappeared.

“Okay then.” The words were no sooner out of his mouth when the faery teen found himself at his normal size. He shook his wings slightly. Growing yourself sometimes made the wings flat. He could barely lift himself off the ground. He was grateful just this once when Tawny picked him up. “Easy now…”

“I know how to handle a faery. I practically carried Benny everywhere.” She smiled slightly. “He didn’t mind.”

“Huh.” Marlon figured that Benny was one of the fae that didn’t generally mind the human handling. There were not many that shared that enthusiasm. “Just put me in the FaePouch for now, okay?” Marlon sighed in contentment. “Thanks. Now she said to go to Seven Eleven….”

“Right.” Without much more than that, Tawny took a back alley out of the yard.

City Faeries:Flight to Freedom Ch. 2 (part 3)

Posted in Chaptered Works, City Faeries Series on June 27, 2009 by teamjalice1863

(Sorry for the long gap between posts on this. I’ve been working on another more pressing WIP. I’m almost ready to devote more attention to my novels.)

Tawny eyed the faeries, not coming too much closer. “Where did you find them, Tracie? Outside?” She took in little Gracie in the small tub of herbal tea, and watched her splash it about playfully, seeming to be unaware of her existence. “That one’s really little….” The girl pointed to Gracie, who stopped splashing, and watched her.

“That’s Gracie. She’s Felix’s sister. They’re… they’re alone right now.” Tracie realized that Gracie probably wasn’t aware of what had actually happened to her mother. She would have to choose her words carefully. She gave her sister a look that said she’d better remember to do the same thing. Tracie led Tawny over to the greenhouse. Felix stood up, interest plain on his face as Tawny got a little closer. “This is Felix, and that over there is Marlon, and his brother, Teri.” Neither of the other boys got up, and Tracie saw Felix give them a dirty look. “They’re friends of mine now, Tawny. I’m going to help them get to a safe place.”

“Dad isn’t going to be happy. You know the bad men meet here.” Tawny eyed Gracie, not sure what the little one knew. “We’d be idiots to allow the faeries to stay here even for one night.”

“What?!” Felix’s eyes went large, and he frowned. “Tracie, is it true? They come here?” Now Marlon and Teri were at his side, Marlon looking ready to murder something. “You brought us here, knowing that?” Felix stalked over to the tea bath where Gracie had stopped splashing to listen. Her eyes were round, taking in Felix’s sudden change of mood. She didn’t argue when her brother pulled her from the bath, and helped her dry off. “We’re leaving. We’ll find our own way.”

“But I want to stay with Tracie…” Gracie began to whine, trying to pull away from her brother’s tightening grip. “Felix, you can’t make me leave! You’re not my Daddy!”

Felix scowled, exasperation plain in his next words. “Grace Lightfeather, as far as you’re concerned, I am your brother, your father, and your mother from now on. You will do what you’re told, now stop it.” Felix instantly felt bad for his choice of tone. Gracie did stop fighting with him, but she went over to Marlon instead, crying into his chest.

“That was cold.” Tracie spoke with a note of disapproval. “Felix, she’s a scared little girl. You can’t talk to her like that.” Tracie held out a hand for Felix to climb into, but he glared it instead. “Look, I wasn’t intending on us spending the night here. I came back only to get a few things, and my sister. Remember?”

“You want me to come with you?” Tawny blinked. “If we both go missing, wouldn’t that be suspicious?” Tawny blinked when Tracie shook her head. “I don’t like it, Trace. What if they DO become alarmed? Won’t they realize…?”

“Nope.” Tracie took out a pen and paper, and began to write, and when she finished, she held it up to Tawny. “They’re going to think you’re with Beth.”

“Maybe I can help with that….” Marlon looked up at Tracie then, Felix’s sister attached to his hip. “I… I might be able to.”

“Don’t make promises you’re not intent on keeping, Marlon.” Felix hissed. He sat on the edge of the green house tray, sulking. He watched Gracie wind her little arms around Marlon firmly. Sighing, the young faerie boy turned to Tracie. “So. Let’s say we leave with you. Where exactly are you planning to take us this time? Your last idea failed miserably, remember?” His voice sounded like acid, and it wasn’t the way Tracie wanted to hear him. Though she could hardly blame him.

“Look, in truth, I honestly forgot. I just wanted to help you guys. That’s all I was thinking about.” Tracie squatted so that she was at more of an eye level with her friend. “Felix, please forgive me. I would never put you, your sister or your friends in danger on purpose.”

“Fine.” He got up, going back to the greenhouse. Felix silently disappeared into the house, the makeshift plastic door shut behind him. Tracie sighed, taking a guess that Felix was not ready to trust her again just yet. She turned her attention to Marlon then. “What is it you can do?”

“I had begun to notice before all of this stuff began that I can use magic incantations to give people the sense that a situation is different from the way it really is. It’s almost a form of glamour.”

“You never used it on me, did you?” Teri eyed his brother with a look of mistrust.

“Of course not. Maybe on Mom or Dad, but not you. I don’t have to. you listen to me anyway.” Marlon gave his brother a wicked smile when the boy scowled. He returned his attention to Tracie as he set Gracie down. “It won’t hurt anyone.”

Tracie hoped her face hid the doubt she was feeling. Marlon looked so much like he wanted to help, and the girl was grateful for that. She just wondered if his mind glamour was going to work well enough to hold while she figured out their next move. “How long does it hold?”

“The last time I did it to one of my kind, it lasted overnight. I think I could probably make it last longer if I really tried, but then I would have to rest immediately. That much magick uses a lot of energy.”

Tracie was about to open her mouth, but Tawny stepped in front of her. “Maybe you can sleep in my new FaePouch. It used to belong to Benny….” It was clear to Tracie that Tawny considered Marlon to be a lot like Benny.

“Benny?” Marlon gave Tracie a questioning look. “Who was that?”

“Benny was her faerie. He’s believed to be dead, but he disappeared before the exterminations began. We’re not entirely sure.” Tracie put an arm around her sister, who looked like she was on the verge of tears. “I think Benny would be so proud of you for helping his kind out like this, Tawny. I know I am.” Tracie hugged her sister tightly, then smiled as Marlon climbed down carefully to meet the palm that Tawny held out to him.

“It would be my pleasure to ride in your FaePouch, Tawny.” Marlon sat down comfortably in Tawny’s palm, then looked up at Tracie again. “I’m going to need to know the people’s names involved, and then some time to relax right before I perform the incantation.”

“We can do that.” Tawny answered before Tracie could. “Do you want to see my room?” She was relaxing with the faerie in her hand now. “It’s got all kinds of faerie books.”

“Well…” Marlon smiled after a minute. “Sure!” Tracie got the impression that he was humoring her sister, and that made Marlon even more okay in her book. She watched him glance back to Teri. “You’ll be okay, right?”

“Go on, Big brother.” Teri said. He tossed a small rock to Gracie, the two of them intent on a impromptu game of catch inside the small tray. “We’ll be okay. Felix is still here.” Teri nodded once towards the greenhouse which remained closed.

“Okay.” Marlon glanced to Tracie again. “You’ll keep an eye on them too, right?” Tracie realized that Marlon was worrying about more than just leaving his brother alone.

“Oh sure.” Tracie turned to her sister then. “Just be careful.” Tawny merely nodded before leaving her sister’s room. Tracie sighed, stretching out on her unmade bed. She watched over Teri and Gracie, keeping one eye on the greenhouse. “Hey, Gracie… do you think he’s going to be mad at me forever?”

“Nah. He likes you lots, Tracie.” Gracie smiled up at her. “You’re not how I thought humans were….”

“I bet.” Tracie could just imagine what Gracie and Teri both thought humans were supposed to be like. “Most of us aren’t as cruel as the bad men.”

“I like you, Tracie.” Teri allowed then. “You’re taking a big risk doing what you’re doing.” He saw Gracie yawn. “I should probably take her in to see Felix.” He didn’t say anymore as he took Gracie by the hand and went into the little greenhouse. Tracie heard them talking in low voices, but couldn’t make out what was being said. Teen sighed, and crawled up to her pillow and rested her head on it, and shutting her eyes. She didn’t want to sleep, but she thought taking a few moments to rest her eyes wouldn’t be a bad idea.

City Faeries: Flight to Freedom Ch. 2 part 2.

Posted in City Faeries Series, Writing Related on June 10, 2009 by teamjalice1863

(Finally. The second part of Ch. 2. It took me a while because I started focusing on my Vampire novel again. Protected One is getting good, so I’m really dividing my time here. I hope you guys enjoy!)

Malik Davenport watched as another group of faerie siblings were brought through, and placed in the iron pen. They writhed in pain for a brief couple of minutes, before they apparently got soothed by the others in the pen. Malik would never say it, but he was relieved to see that there were no more younger faeries in that group. He ran a hand through his hair, and replced his Yankees baseball cap, squeezing the visor down a little more. His second in command, Fredrich glanced over, and he shrugged. “Is that all of them for the moment?”

“Yes.” Fredrich’s dark eyes narrowed. “There were some that had escaped from the apartment complex downtown. We’re not sure how.”

“How? They’re faeries. That’s how. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve been keeping tabs on the Extermination and had an escape plan. I heard there are a couple of human children aiding the one that have escaped.” Davenport sighed, rubbing his face. His daughter Melissa was one of them, and he had been told that it was his responsibility to stop her, no matter what it took. Davenport wasn’t sure if he would be able to do anything about her, but he knew if he didn’t, someone else with less heart would.

“You know the old run down complex just past the city line? We found, but lost several dozen faeries and another child. They’ve gone into hiding, but we’ve got people everywhere looking for them. Human children aren’t meant to live on streets. The child will have to go home eventually.” Fredrich didn’t sound a bit sorry. “Then we’ll put her, and her family under house arrest. “Glad I don’t have any meddling kids involved.”

“It ain’t right, you know. Picking on the human children. It’s not like we should expect them to understand everything that’s happened.” Davenport said casually. “Sure it’s annoyance for them to be aiding the very race we’re trying to obliterate, but they don’t know any better, really. They see them as friends.” He stood up from his metal folding chair, and stretched, wandering over to the pen of new faeries. They all looked up at him, the young ones peeking out from behind their elder siblings. Davenport estimated there were at least twenty faeries in the pen at the moment. He spoke quietly to them, as he saw his second in command leave. “Listen up. We’re still out there, looking for the others of your kind that have managed to escape. If any of you knows where they might be, I’ll make it worth your while to tell us.”

“Forget it.” One faerie stuck her tongue out at him. “If they managed to get away, then all the better for them.” The young faerie girl was leaning close to a male faerie that was holding her close to him. Davenport imagined they were either brother and sister or boyfriend and girlfriend.

“We’re not going to hurt them. We just need to contain them.” Davenport tried to smooth it over. “Your kind has caused the human race a great amount of trouble.”

“That’s not true!” The male holding the female said then. “You’re blaming a whole race for something a couple did. It doesn’t surprise me. You do it to your own kind. Why should we be any different?” The faerie’s eyes glittered furiously. “You’re putting innocent children on the chopping block. Some of these children have never even been out of their colonies!”

“That’s not my problem.” Davenport’s patience was waning now. He felt his stomach growl. “Fine. We’ll find them, and then we’ll take care of all of you.” Davenport turned and went in search of something that would resemble lunch. He made a mental note to ask Fredrich where he’d gotten his burrito from the night before. It had smelled incredibly appetizing, considering Davenport didn’t really like Mexican food. When he was back at his post, Fredrich was eating a Reuben sandwich. The smell of the sauerkraut turned his stomach. Malik had never liked cabbage. “They’re not going to crack. Looks like we’re going to have to go to extremes to find out where the other colonies are.”

“Man. I hate the shrills of screaming faeries. It’s nearly deafening!” Fredrich sighed. “Well, we should be getting our other packages later in the day, if Gilroy has any say about it.” Bob Gilroy was their team leader, and he was not any kinder than either of them. He was much worse, in reality.

Great. Gilroy gets to deliver the packages, and tell us what to do with them, and we’re left with the dirty task of harming these tiny creatures. Sounds like the work is evenly divided alright. Davenport bit his tongue though, refusing to comment on Fredrich’s statement. “Hey, I have to go pick up Melissa from school. If I don’t leave now, I’ll miss her.”

“Sure, boss. Go ahead.” Fredrich turned his attention to the tiny faeries in the pen. The faerie youngsters were whining and crying; two things that Fredrich couldn’t stand. As soon as Davenport was out of earshot, he glared. “Will you all shut up?! A poor man can’t think with all that racket!” Silence followed instantly, and he smiled, leaning back in his chair. Now all he had to do was wait for the Package to arrive.

***
Narissa, also known as the Grand Fae, was in a state of dismay, as she watched the destruction of the Brick Colony in Michigan. “This is an outrage.” She had heard rumors of the Exterminators, but now she was sure they were more than a rumor. She glanced up as her handmaiden Giselle entered her room. The younger fae woman’s face was stricken. “So I assume you, too, have noticed that it is not getting any better. The humans really are attempting to wipe us out.”

“Nari, what are we going to do? Innocent faeries are dying. We have some responsibility to our race!”

“No. I have some responsibility. You, dear girl, are just my support. I won’t let you take responsibility for something I should have seen coming.” Narissa sighed, running a hand through tangle black hair. “I need to call a meeting of the grand council.” She turned sad eyes to her handmaid then. “Will you please get the word out? Tell them I will meet them in the Clearing come nightfall.”

“I will.” Giselle turned to leave the room, her leaf green dragonfly wings fluttering intensely. They always did that when she was nervous or on edge.

“Giselle, relax. They’re just trying to drive them out of the city. They’re not going to come here to the forest.” Narissa did carry that worry herself, but it wouldn’t do if those around the tree began to panic. She waved the girl on before moving to her desk. She needed to begin writing out a formal plan of action. The first thing she needed to do was find the Exiles. If what she was hearing was true, they must be put under lock and key until their innocence, if they had it, was proven. Benny would ner kill a child. He loved children. I find it hard to believe that he would take out anything I’d punish him with on a defenseless human child. Arla might, but it’s unlikely, since she recently lost her child friend to ailment. Deacon is the only I worry the most about. He’s been trouble since we found him back when he was four. `Yet, I can’t see him ever laying a hand on a child either. Narissa shook her head, and she continued to make her list, uncertain if any of it was going to make sense.

The second item on her list was to get a message out to Trixie Trell, and her colony in the IntraCity in Syracuse, New York. That would be tricky, as their community was guarded by a lot of secret runespells and magicks that Narissa had never learned. She would have to send Gavin for that. Gavin was the only one with real high magic, and really, Narissa wouldn’t have minded handing over her position as Grand Fae to him, but the law forbade anyone else other than the next in line of her family to do it. She hoped she wasn’t going to die any time soon. Her next of kin was a faerie boy named Marlon, and she had yet to ever have laid eyes on him. He had been fostered out to a city family at birth. His parents hadn’t wanted him to grow up royal. She scribbled a note on her pad to consult Gavin on the matter.

Finally, Narissa stood up, stretching. Her thick bronze colored hair fell down her back, coming loose from it’s ponytail disobediently. She sighed, but didn’t bother to fix it. Narissa’s moth shapped wings twitched on their own, and she looked up out of habit. Her wings were notorious for involuntarily warning her when something was either going to go wrong, or just be all out unpleasant, if not wrong as well. Narissa heard an uprising in the corridors leading up to her office. She shook her head. “Well, my beautiful wings, it looks like you were right, yet again. There’s trouble. She heard the unmistakably loud voice of Garron Brighttail arguing with Gavin. With a digusted grunt, the Grand Fae left her office to find out what it was all about.

“Nari! Did you see where they struck this morning? My SON lived in that colony with his foster family!” Garron exploded before Narissa even had a chance to call order to the chaos that awaited her.

“It is regrettable,” Narissa said. “however, we can only work to prevent further execution. I am holding a council meeting in the Clearing tonight after dark.”

“Regrettable? Just like that?! Why didn’t you see this coming, woman?! This was the year I was to bring Marlon back to begin his proper training.”

Narissa smiled sadly at Garron. “We don’t know the fate of those in the colony. We can only speculate. I am sure someone will send us word any day now about the losses.”

“And we’re supposed to just sit here and wait? Nari, I feel like we’re spoiled here in the deep forest while our city counterparts are being vaporized. We should be in the fight.” Garron’s arms folded, and he glowered at his ruler. “My son, Nari. Your nephew.”

“I know, and I’m truly sorry, but we shouldn’t lose hope, Garron. Your son is, of course, of Royal Fae. He’s just turned seventeen, if I remember it right. His power will manifest in full force over this situation. Have faith.”

Not if he was vaporized. Garron thought darkly, but he smiled more for Nari’s benefit. He could see that she really did feel bad about the situation at hand. “Do you think we can figure out a way to stop this?”

“I’m not sure. We’ll have to try.” Narissa replied, before she continued down the hall. “I’d thank you not to start trouble with someone who’s about to risk himself to find out.” She exchanged a silent glance with Gavin, giving him all the information he’d need to follow her into the Hall for a private discussion instantly. The doors to the Hall closed with a loud bang.

***
Tracie unlocked the door to her Victorian house, and called into the entrance way, wanting to see if anyone was there. When no one answered, she let out a sigh of relief. She took her stuff upstairs ,and set the Starbucks cup down by Lottie Beth’s old greenhouse on the windowsill. She let the faeries out into the greenhouse, and watched as they took in deep breaths of what she imagine was probably fresh air for them. “Sorry it took so long.”

“It’s okay.” Marlon offered her a smile. “The importan part is that you got us here.” He watched Tracie careful fill the bottom part of a soda bottle with the herbal tea. “Hey, Felix, bring Gace over here. Tracie’s ready for her.” Marlon watched Felix bring his sister over to the makeshift tub of tea.

Tracie took the young faerie child carefully, and sat her in the tub. She watched Gracie breathe in the herbal liquid, and saw her muscles visibly relax. “There, Gracie. You should feel better now.”

The faerie girl smiled gently, holding out her little hand to her brother. “It feels good, Felix.” Tracie hadn’t heard her speak often, so it her soft voice took the human girl by surprise. “Tracie’s a good friend, Felix. Can we stay with her?”

“Yeah, we can.” Felix looked up at Tracie then, and smiled gratefully. “Thank you, so much, for helping my sister out.”

“You’re very welcome, Felix.” Tracie nodded, then her head turned sharply, hearing someone at her doorway. “Tawny…”

“Are those faeries? Really?” Tawny’s deep blue eyes were full of tears, her expression unreadable. “Daddy said we can’t have them anymore. How can you have them? It’s not fair!” Her voice raised slightly, and Tracie thought there was going to be an all out tantrum. “Uh… Tawny, honey, it’s okay. See, I brought them for both of us! They’re in a lot of trouble, Tawn. Don’t you want to help them?” She went over to the doorway, and pulled Tawny into the room closing the door behind them. Her sister didn’t look happy.

Sunday Writing Update: June 7, 2009

Posted in Books, Chaptered Works, Fanfiction, Original Fiction on June 7, 2009 by teamjalice1863

Wow. What a week I’ve experienced. I’ve gotten a lot of work done on many many projects at once. This is what is currently being worked on, and what will be posted in the near future:

1. part 2 of Chapter 2 of City Faeries: Flight to Freedom

2. Chapter Six of Matters of the Heart my Jane and Alec fanfic will be posted this week. Whoohoo!

3. Another chapter of A Home for Life is due to come out . (Fanfic again. Twilight Fanfic)

4. The first chapter of my Mortal Instruments fanfic will be up at the end of this coming week.

5. Chapter 9 of my novel Protected One shall be finished soon. Working slowly on it, so I don’t lose the essence of Nickie and Jordan.

On the reading front, I finally started the third book in the Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare. City of Glass is promising to be as good as the previous 2.

Special thanks to my #pseudowrimo, #writechat, and #writingmuses people who continually keep me motivated to bring out the best writing I can!

City Faeries: Ch. 2 Part 1.

Posted in City Faeries Series, Original Fiction on June 5, 2009 by teamjalice1863

Two

Felix kept his guard up as he and Tracie headed to the back of the building. “You sure know a lot about us…”

“I should. May parents are faerie scientists. They’ve been studying you guys for years.” Tracie shrugged slightly. “And then there was Lottie Beth…” Her voice trailed off, and she suddenly became busy with a bush full of berries.

“What happened to Lottie Beth?” Felix asked carefully. He could tell without a doubt that the memory of the faerie still hurt her deeply.

“She was killed, remember? Right in front of me. And what hurts the most is taht my father did it.” Tracie’s voice was void of emotion, as if she was exhausted of being sad about it. “Before she left, Lottie Beth gifted me with the permenant Sight. She said it was because she saw so much good in me, and knew that I would need it, but wouldnt’ say why. I guess we know why now.”

Felix nodded. He had known a couple of faeries in the past that had done that for their human friends. “Lottie Beth must have seen her execution ahead of time. Maybe she didn’t want to scare you….”

Tracie shrugged, and began to pull berries off the bush, and stick them in a small basket. She had grabbed it on the way out of the building as an afterthought. “I can’t believe it’s been a year already since she was killed. It just felt wrong last week, on my birthday and she wasn’t there.”

“How old are you?” Felix asked her then. He had been wondering this. She acted so much older than she looked. He figured it was either because of the war between the humans and the faeries, or she really was older than she looked.

“I just turned sixteen.” Tracie told him, as she crouched on the ground. “Do you see anything else you’d like?”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind a bit of Hinger, but I probably won’t see hide or hair of that for a long time.” Felix sighed inwardly. Already, he was missing the luxury of having his own nook to go home to. He blinked when he felt Tracie pick him up. “Hey… please don’t do that again without warning me….”

“Oh, right. Sorry.” Tracie carefully let him down. “Listen, Felix…. I might be able to reproduce this Hinger you like. Lottie Beth was fond of it too.” In truth, Felix reminded Tracie a lot of Lottie Beth, except for the fact that he was a male. Tracie had been thinking about what the next step in their plan would have to be, and she was afraid that it meant leaving Michigan. The idea of running away had appealed to her since the death of Lottie Beth, but she hadn’t had a real reason for it. Now she did. “We can go back to my house, and I can make it for you, before we leave.”

“Leave? I thought you wanted to try and find your friend?” Felix blinked, very surprised. He had assumed that their time with Tracie was coming to an end, now that her task of trying to get them to a Safe House had basically been completed. “You don’t have to keep sheltering us. You’ll end up getting yourself in trouble too.” He was concerned for the kind girl. He didn’t want to see her get hurt.

“I don’t care.” Tracie replied stubbornly, moving to stand up. “Felix, they made a five-year-old watch as their faerie was killed brutally. That five-year-old was my sister, Tawny. Tawn screamed and cried, and she still won’t sleep alone in her room, even now.” Tracie’s fists were so tight, her knuckles were white. “I want to put a stop to this.” Her eyes were blazing with unshed tears. “And I’m taking her with me.”

“Whoa. Hold on a second. I don’t think that’s the best thing to do. I wouldn’t have Gracie with me if I had another choice. Don’t pull your sister into the middle of this. It won’t make things easier.” Felix carefully eased himself up into the air, forcing himself to swallow the nausea that followed. “Tracie. You don’t have to take us anywhere. Marlon and I can take care of ourselves, and the little ones. We’re more than capable of it.”

“Look at you, though, Felix. You’re weak, and you can’t really last out here like that. What good are you going to be to Grace if you get much weaker, huh? You need me. And Tawny does too. If I don’t take her with me, they’ll torment her for answers. What kind of sister would I be if I allowed that?” Tracie turned back towards the apartment building, and Felix had no choice but to settle on her shoulder again. He was not happy to have had his weakning pointed out to him. He had been trying to fight it.

“How old is Tawny?” Felix asked then. He was not going to allow anyone younger than ten years of age to follow them. He was sure that the danger of their journey was far from over.

“She’s eleven, and very smart too.” Tracie said, as she took the fire escape back into the place she’d left the other three faeries. She was about to add more, but Marlon was flying to her fast, looking wildly panicked. “Marlon! What’s wrong?”

“It’s Gracie. She’s getting worse.” Marlon’s voice was full of alarm. “I tried everything, Fee.” He went back to where Gracie, her small form curled up in a ball against Teri’s lap, was writhing and coughing painfully. He withheld a yelp as Felix pushed him to the side to get to his sister. He knelt next to her. Tracie’s shadow fell over them as the young human girl loomed over them, concern plain on her face.

“Gracie, talk to me, baby.” Felix’s voice sounded as if he was withholding the urge to break into tears. With the bond betwen him and the little small faerie child in his lap, Marlon wouldn’t have doubted if he could feel his sister’s pain.

“Hurts…” Gracie whimpered, twisting in pain. “Make it go away, Felix. Please.” She didn’t scream. Gracie wasn’t like that. She tried to deal with whatever life gave her graciously. That’s what hurt Felix the most. She was trying to be brave for him. It was almost too much. “You can heal me, right? Like when I fell off the hoverway?” The hoverway was a miniatrized version of the human’s segway, and it hovered due to faerie magic. It was Gracie’s favorite way to get around the colony.

“I’m… I’m afraid I don’t have the energy to heal metallic illness,little sister.” Felix’s voice was soft, and regretful.

“Wait!” Tracie said suddenly, causing the faeries to start. They’d forgotten she was there. “If we can be quick, we can get to my house across town by bus. No train necessary. I might have something that can help her.”

“Might. We can’t go off mights. Her life is in the balance, and she has a weak system to begin with.” Felix told Tracie not unkindly, before returning his attention to Gracie. The child was sleeping now, curled up tightly against him. “What are you suggesting that might work?”

Tracie was quiet for a long time. Lottie Beth used to get sick on occasioon when the stubborn girl would insist on following her to school. She remembered how fond of tea baths Lottie had been when she was sick. “Starbucks.”

“Coffee?” Marlon was ready to fly at her, but Felix grabbed his friend’s arm. “How in the world is coffee going to help anything?!”

“Not coffee. Chamomile tea.” Tracie replied, unphased by Marlon’s harsh tone. “Lottie Beth,” Tracie’s voice broke slightly, “used to bathe in it, when she got sick. Stubborn faerie didn’t want me to go out alone. She had to “protect” me from everything.” Tracie’s tone was full of nostalgia. “It might work for Gracie too, until we can get to my house. I have a mini greenhouse flowerbox that Lottie Beth lived in. It might help.”

“Then why are we still talking about it? Let’s go.” Teri said then. Everyone turned to look at him. The youngest faerie boy hadn’t said much of anything at all, though his eyes had never left Gracie. “I dont’ want her to die. She’s my friend….”

Tracie nodded. “Felix, let me put her in the FaePouch.” The girl was surprised when Felix moved to let Tracie gently take Gracie into her hands. She carefully stroked her soft hair with her little finger. “It’s alright. We’re going to make sure you feel better, sweetie.”

” ‘kay….” Gracie tried to smile weakly at the human girl, but it failed as she began to cough. “Felix….”

“It’s okay, Gracie, baby. We’re going to go see Tracie’s house for a little bit. She’s got a nice little place where you can get some fresh air.”

The frustration of a writer who wants to be taken seriously as a writer

Posted in Fanfiction, Original Fiction, Rants, Short Stories, Strauss Vampire Novel on May 19, 2009 by teamjalice1863

I’ve come to the conclusion that I can’t be taken seriously as a writer until I pull myself away from fanfiction, and start listening to all the characters that are in my head for my original fiction. That makes me sad. I wonder if Cassandra Clare, Stephenie Meyer or Holly Black would understand how this feels. I’m fairly certain Cassandra would, because, like me, She started out as a fan fiction writer. I do take my fan fiction very seriously, as well as my novel writing.

What makes me even question my seriousness is the fact that yesterday, I got NOTHING written on my short story for the submission. This is not a fan fiction this submission. This submission could open a lot of doors for me! Yet, I’ve done nothing on it for several days now. *shakes head*I’m going to have to really buckle down tomorrow. I say tomorrow because today’s Gene’s b-day, and unless I take my laptop, I won’t really get the chance to work on anything. Then again… since it’s NOT fan fiction, I’m pretty sure people wound understand if I did.

So, until I can pull myself away completely from fan fiction or get published, I won’t be able to take myself seriously. What this means, is I really need to take some time out for my own writing, and get away from the fan fiction. Maybe update one fan fic a week. But spend more time with my own characters. I think that might be the issue here. I think my original muses are angry with me.