A Fairy Tale, Acy Ash [digital book reader .TXT] 📗

shadow out of his eyes while Mel kept her regard to the surroundings. This was the first time she flew in another world than hers. There could have been enemies around and she didn't even have her spear with her. She could only hope that her ice magic was enough to defeat them. And if it wasn't, well... Mel didn't want to think about all the terrible possibilities. If Torca was at least half as cruel as Ica, than they better didn't get caught by angry fairies or worse.

Mel hadn't seen so many trees and plants in her whole life. There was a forest close to the icy city, but the trees had no leaves or any other green. They were dead plants; brown and white sparkling sculptures, a reminder of warmer centuries long before the fairies had built their icy city. The green was blinding her. So many shadows were moving in such different shades that it was impossible for her to know if they were attacked or followed. In the snow it was easy to see something. But here the light was dimmed because of the trees and leaves. Far more the environment was completely new and strange to her.
All those matters tore at her conscience and alarmed her to be in a state she would attack everything that startled her.

Phy didn't notice Mel's problems. His focus was set on the shadow which should lead them to the main city of this forest: Torca. He was concerned about their situation as well, but he was afraid to see Mith Morgan again. The royal family of Torca wasn't very close with the Tumbria family. His older brother and the oldest princess of Torca had been promised, but then his brother Rem had fallen in love with a princess of Filca, the city of fields which is close enough to Orca to reach it in five days. Rem was delighted when he was allowed to marry her and since the marriage he lived in Filca with his wife. It has already been two years. Phy just hoped that their runner were able to warn Filca. He loved his brother and didn't want to lose him in this strange war that was happening right now.

His thoughts got distracted when Mel shot in front of him and vanished in the leaves before him. Adrenalin rushed through his veins while he called her name: "Mel? Are you alright?" Not sure what to do Phy looked to the shadow and then to the place where Mel had disappeared into the woods. Just a second later she came back, in her one hand a long stick, in the other one a knife. She looked around while in the same time she started to carve one end of the stick.

"Ehm Mel? What are you doing?" Phy asked. He followed the shadow again and tried to watch Mel at the same time. At least she was following the shadow as well but her gaze was somehow wild and alarmed. Did she see something he didn't see?
"I am making a spear" she said fully concentrating on her stick. With her knife she hollowed out the end of her spear till the handle of her knife would fit in there. When she was done she used some leather treat that was in one of her pockets to fix the knife at the end.

Mel didn't feel very well without her weapon. Wood was very rare in Ica, so she decided to make the best of her situation and create a new spear.
"Why are you doing this?" Phy's voice sounded concerned. Mel didn't look at him, because she was still checking their surroundings while they were following the shadow. Wasn't it obvious why she was doing it? She was a warrior in a strange country; of course she would search for everything that would maybe rescue her life. With a sigh she answered: "I don't like to fly without a weapon." She knotted the thread a few times and then she summoned her powers.

It was hard to find the icy magic in her. She was so far away from her home and the magical crystal over Ica that her powers responded very late. Ice crystals ranked over the pointy end of her spear and made it sharper and not so sensitive. The power that was burning in her chest felt different.

It felt lost and broken and it burned. Mel's wings stopped and she fell a few fairy lengths. She struggled to keep on flying while pain rushed through her chest, making her heart pound like it was going to burst.

Phy ignored the shadow and caught Mel on her way to the ground. The spear in Mel's hand was shimmering but the ice wasn't as strong as it should be. Why did the ice magic hurt her? This never happened before, Mel thought. Dizziness clouded her view while she sank deeper to the dark ground of the forest.

She felt old leaves under her feet as she landed. Phy held her up so she didn't fall in the dirt. Trembling she let go of the spear. Heart was pounding so loud that the sound of the forest didn't reach her ears. Her magic burned strangely and now began to pump through her body. Something under her skin was shifting. The pain got stronger to a point where Mel had to scream. It felt like everything she knew was torn out of her. The burning rushed through her veins and set them afire. And when Mel thought she was going to lose consciousness, the pain suddenly stopped.

Relieved she breathed in and tried to calm herself again. The burning vanished and her heart wasn't pumping so loud anymore.

"Damn it" Mel cursed and shook her head to shush away the dizziness. She noticed her spear on the ground. The ice was already melting. That shouldn't happen. That was really bad. Mel started to lose her powers...

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...is a small story of mine which I completely write on my smartphone while I'm on the train or bus. English is not my native language so you'll find mistakes here and there and if you want to correct them, go for it! I'll be thankful for that!

Love, Acy Ash

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Publication Date: 10-24-2015

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Dedication:
To my host family in Ireland and especially to David, Grace and Alice. You have warmed my heart and inspirited me with your fantasy. I miss you!