This section is by no means finished. The setting is really weak and the dialog seems to be lacking. But I think this will be the last part of this story that I will be posting. This is not the end of the story. I’m having a lot of fun with this, but it is going to get convoluted and confusing for anyone trying to follow along on this blog. I will find someway to get the finished story to you as soon as I collect a few rejection letters from it. Maybe self-publishing it and giving it away as a free e-book will be the best route for this one. Here’s a brief introduction to what I hope will be the main antagonist.
Humans think of fairies as living in some mystical forest where there is magic and everyone gets along with the other creatures in the forest. This is the furthest thing from the truth. Fairies have it harder than most other forms of life. Most fairy families have lost at least one child to common birds. Spiders are hard to keep out of their homes. The way spider-webs wrap around most fairy wings, it’s a miracle there are any fairies with wings left. This problem was obviously less threatening for Elise. Elise had more common threats to worry about.
Elise’s village was tucked away in the Redwood National Forest in Northern California. Her family came from a long line of resilient fairies. In the early 1900s, most of the original old growth had been logged. Her great grandparents were forced to fly from tree to tree until the old growth had been replaced. Even then it took a few generations for the trees to sustain a village of fairies. This is why most of the older fairies are so stern and impatient with their young. They had been through more than any previous generation and possibly any other creature.
As Elise sat out on her mother’s branch, she stared in the direction of the unseen ground nearly three hundred feet below.
I wonder if this wing could provide enough wind resistance to break my fall, Elise thought. She knew that it was impossible. But so was living a life as a fairy with one wing. It wouldn’t be a normal life by any means.
Near the end of the branch, just beyond the fog, Elise could hear a group of fairies approaching her. One cackle from the group and she could tell just who it was. It was Rachel Flora, a known snob, bully, and beauty queen. And she loved to humiliate Elise. As the group got closer, Elise stood up.
“Oh, my god,” Rachel gasped as her three friends laughed beside her. “She’s crying! Hey, stumpy, why don’t you put some of those precious little tears on that disgusting nub of yours? Maybe it’ll grow.”
“Hi, Rachel,” Elise muttered. She couldn’t bring herself to look at any of the girls standing in front of her.
“You think she can fly with that thing?” Amber, one of Rachel’s cronies, mocked.
“Of course she can, Amber. She’s just as capable as any of us,” Rachel sneered. “Isn’t that right, Elizabeth?”
A burning sensation rose in Elise’s chest as Rachel and her friends took a step closer.
“My name’s Elise,” she mumbled.
“What was that? We can’t hear you when you mumble, Elizabeth,” Rachel continued.
“I said my name is Elise. My name is not Elizabeth.”
Rachel took another step forward.
“Elise is short for Elizabeth, you mutant. But I wouldn’t expect you to know that since you haven’t gone to class in what, five years? And why don’t you go to class anymore, Elizabeth? Oh, that’s right. You can’t even get to the other trees. Her mother teachers her everything she needs to know. And what does your mother teach you, Elizabeth? She certainly can’t teach you how to fly. No, no. She must teach you something else… What can you possibly learn inside of that tree trunk all day? What can your mother possibly teach you in there? Let’s think for a second, girls. What do you think?” Rachel turned around to face her other friends, Ivy and Jasmine.
“Maybe she’s teaching her how to find her father?” Jasmine asked. “You have any ideas, Ivy?”
“I don’t know,” Ivy said as she stepped around Rachel and began to pace around Elise. “She can’t hunt. She can’t fly. She can’t even leave her own tree. What is there to teach her?”
“Stop,” Elise pleaded. “Just stop, please. I didn’t do anything to you. I just want to go back inside.”
“Stop what, Elizabeth?” Rachel sympathized. “Stop trying to learn about you? We’re all friends here. Friends know everything about each other. So I guess you can consider us your best friends. We just want to help you. How can we help her?”
“We can teach her how to fly. I learned how to fly when I was about ten years old,” Ivy said.
“Please,” Elise almost yelled, “just stop. You know I can’t fly. I’ll never be able to fly.”
“And what a shame that is, Elizabeth,” Rachel said. “And you’re so pretty too. I bet you’d have your pick out of any of the boys in the forest. That is, if you could even carry one. But you could always be a practice fairy, you know? Like your mother. Interesting. That must be what she’s teaching you.”
Elise’s wing began to flutter as she struggled with all of her might to keep it from extending beyond the width of her shoulders.
“Oh, I think you better be careful, Rachel,” Ivy warned, “her wing might get you.”
Elise looked over her shoulder to see if her mother could possibly see what was going on from the trunk of the tree. When she turned her head back to the girls, her left cheek was met with the palm of Rachel’s hand. Elise fell to the floor, nearly falling off of the branch.
Rachel’s wings spread from behind her shoulder blades as she quickly raised from the branch. The other girls followed.
“You know, it doesn’t do you any good to get angry, Elizabeth,” Rachel laughed. “What are you going to do? Look up at us to death?”
Elise’s face was soon covered in the four girls’ saliva as they spit until Rachel raised her hand, signalling them to stop. Elise rose from her feet. She couldn’t fly, but she sure could stand up.
“From now on, stay in that trunk with your whore mother. No one wants to look at that sick thing. And we’ll do everything, and anything, we can to make sure you don’t ruin our gene pool. And I mean our gene pool. Not whatever it is you are. You are no fairy. So stop pretending to be a fairy and stop acting like you should be treated like a fairy.”
Elise turned to go back inside as the girls flew away.