Monday, January 14, 2013

Let us Continue with the Wish

Toward the Farmhouse.

Thank you for those of you who anticipate the next instalment of the Wish. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.
Comments would be appreciated.


Life is Wonderful
​Ava skipped all the way home, with a handful of wildflowers, a wish in her soul and a mind full of joy upon seeing the faery.  
Life was indeed wonderful. The summer sun was sinking over the western hills, but the heat of the day lingered still.
​"I wished a wish upon a Wish…."
​She danced along the path to the lone farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.
​"... I wished a wish away... "
​She saw her mother upon the porch waiting for her. With her apron on and her hair pulled back under her kerchief, Ava knew there would be cakes in the oven. She ran towards her mother to tell her of her adventures; the Wish and the walk, and the web and the fairy’s promise.
​In the kitchen, she was buzzing with excitement. The words could not come out fast enough and seemed to get all jumbled in her mouth.
​"Calm down, child!" Mother pleaded.
​"It was a perfect Wish, mother. You should have seen it. Oh my, perfectly perfect. I knew right away it was a fresh Wish, mother. A brand-new one. An empty one, and no wishes in it. So I made a wish, but I can’t tell you what it was, so please, mother don't ask because I shan't be able to tell you, and then off it went, skiddattling through the sky and then, oh mother, the faery! You should have seen her.  But the poor thing was trapped in a spider's web, and I freed her, mother. She was so small and beautiful, so I said the mother's blessing, you know, the one you taught me from when you were little and she smiled and said she had important engagement, maybe another faery was getting married, I don't know for sure, but where was I?...”
​Mother sat at the table trying hard to keep up with the story and watching Ava bounce all around the kitchen and not doing a good job of containing her excitement.
​"…Oh, yes, she said she'd come and see me again. To thank me for rescuing her. Isn't that wonderful mother, coming to visit me?" Ava beamed with joy as her mother smiled lovingly.
​"I must go up stairs to tell Twinkle the news. Oh and here are some flowers for you mother."
​With the flowers given, Ava ran upstairs to tell Twinkle, her stuffed rabbit, of the day’s events.
​Mother rose from her chair, still smirking and smelled the flowers.  They were sunshine on stems and such beautiful colors.  She opened a cupboard to find a vase to put them in but did not find it where it was supposed to be. She searched more cupboards, but it wasn't anywhere, she looked.
​"That's strange." With a puzzled look, she turned and her gaze fell upon the table she was just at, and there, right in the middle of the table, was the exact vase she was searching for. Her look became more curious.
​"I must be losing my mind, that wasn't there a moment ago."  She turned to close the cupboard but they had already been closed.
​"Very strange."

The Windsong Brownies
​She was brought into the farmhouse, much to her displeasure, but she was safe from the goblins that they had lost in the forest. Her captors were quick and stealthy and quite elusive and before she knew it, they were all in a cozy little room under the floorboards of a kitchen and safe. It was there that she finally set eyes on what or who had kidnapped her and, ultimately, saved her.
​"Brownies" she exclaimed with relief.
​"Right sorry to have been so rough with you, my dear fae but it seemed that the situation would have turned out most unpleasant for you, should we have left you. I mean with those nasty goblins about, well, one never knows what they can end up doing.  And sorry to put the fright in you but you know escape and evasion left us no time for cordial introductions so, please allow me. I am Cornelius Windsong, and this is my eldest son Arthur, that one is Archibald, Bernard and our youngest son William." 
Each took a bow upon introduction, then took a step back to allow the next brother the spotlight.
"My lovely wife of three hundred years, Anna-Lisa, and my daughters Sarah and Shannon."  
The ladies all curtsied. All were dressed in brown clothing, be it shirts, trousers and jackets for the men and brown dresses and smocks for the womenfolk. They were all neat and clean and pressed except of course for the men of the group who were ragged from the run.
​"It was young William who had seen you hit the tree, young fae.  He came back to get us to help, he said you were hurt bad. And in that forest, hurt bad leads to more hurt. Well by the time we got back, you had come far too close to the goblins lair and seeing as you're flying is, well, not up to scratch, we took the liberty of liberating you.”
​All the time Cornelius was talking, Anixi could hear the muffled sound of voices above her. She looked up at the ceiling of the room she was in.
​"That's the kitchen up there and those are human folk, Ava and her mother."
Mr. Windsong turned to his sons. "Off you go lads she’ll be needing a vase any minute. Top cupboard above the stove, put it on the table for her and don't forget to close the cupboards for mother.  You know, she always forgets. Go, go, be off."
​He turned his attention back to Anixi.  
"Are you okay, my dear?"​ 
"I guess I'm fine, thank you so much for your efforts in rescuing me. I was so scared I could not move. And my wing...  oh my wing!" She inspected it intently for the first time.
​"Not to worry love, we will have you fixed up in a snap, won't we girls?" The girls curtsied their approval and rushed to get things that mother would need.
"It won't be long, dear, before you are up and back to flying. I have some old healing recipes my grandmother left me, not to worry."
​"Thank you, Mrs. Windsong, I am indebted."
​"Think nothing of it, love," and she rummaged around for her recipe book.​
​Anixi gazed about the room. The men folk left and the womenfolk stayed back to tend to her. The place was cozy and comfortable and there was a warmth that came from everything there. There was love and kindness in the floorboard home of the Windsong Brownies. Anixi knew of the Brownies, although she had never met any. 
They were far cousins of the leprechauns, and somehow related to pixies, but she couldn't remember how. She knew they help humans in secret by finishing chores and cleaning up after them. This was their life, and they did it for the love they had for the family. Brownies would stay with one family for generations; all they needed was a token, every now and then, not payment or reward. A bit of cream left on a plate, a tiny morsel of cake left out overnight. They were simple folk who just wanted to help others and here was Anixi, being mended by gentle hands and caring hearts of these little people she had never met before.
​"Just a bad bend, love," said Anna-Lisa. "I've got just the paste for it, lilac petal with tulip and rose blossom, mixed into just a dollop of honey. This should have you up in no time. Ha, up in no time. I believe I made a joke!" She chuckled to herself as she applied the paste to the wing.
Above her head Anixi could hear the delighted squeals a little girl. Anixi turned her ears to catch the conversation as she heard the word faery.
​"...  Poor thing, caught in a spider's web...  She was so small and beautiful..."
​"Oh, my!"  Anixi Jumped.
​"Did I hurt you my dear?"
​"No...Wait...No...Listen..." She realized the little girl was talking about Loulouthi.
​"...  And I freed her..." Was all Anixi needed to hear it to be more relieved.
​"Is something the matter, my dear Fae?"
​"No. Not now Mrs. Windsong, it seems one of my friends may have been in danger and the human child rescued her."
​"There seems to be a lot of that going on today."
​"Indeed, Mrs." said Anixi, as she heard the footfalls move out of the kitchen as the men returned from puzzling Ava's mother.
​"Now, tell father." Archibald nudged William. "Tell him what you told me"
​William was about to start when he noticed all eyes upon him. He was about to speak when he looked at Anixi.
​"Go on son, what is it?"
​"The goblin's talk is about war, father."  He hung his head.
​"War?! Amongst each other?  We could care less, war? What kind of war? Mind you, there hasn't been at war since the Unseelie's tried to take Carthya..."
​He stared at William.
​"…100 years ago." Continued Cornelius. "You must've heard wrong, son."
​"It was Mootro, father. He will lead them. And he sent word to the Valkyres.  
​"No" gasped Cornelius.
​"Yes father. I speak of what I've heard. They say the Elpitha Tree is dying."
Cornelius turned to Anixi "My Sweet Fae, is this true? Is the Elpitha Tree dying?"
​Anixi was in shock, her mouth agape. She just nodded.
​"War?"  She managed to say.
"Those goblins are mad enough to do anything. War would not be too crazy an idea." Anna Lisa muttered as she gathered her medicines and the girls tidied up.  
​"Crazy, yes, and alone they would most certainly fail. But with the news of the Elpitha Tree, the entire on Unseelie court will band together to try and take Carthya."  
He again looked at Anixi, who was softly crying now.  
"Has no seed returned after all this time, my dear?"
​"Four hundred years and nothing. We will all perish, my family, my friends..."  Her words trailed off in a soft whimper.
​They all sat silent, with the weight of the looming battle upon them.
​Cornelius stood up abruptly. "Not without a good fight. I say.  Carthya is but a day away from here. Wife, how long before our little fae here can fly?"
​“By morning, I would gather."
​"Good. Morning it is then. Get some rest, little one, for in the morning you fly fast and strong back to Carthya to warn them. Tonight lads, we will head out to the pixies and forewarn them. I say by morning, we will have most of our numbers recruited. Not to worry girls the Windsong men are up to the task. We will be back by sunrise."
​The men packed supplies and left, as the Windsong women, and Anixi, sat silent. 
All that was heard was the far-off song of the human child.  "...  I wished I wish upon a Wish..."
​Anna Lisa looked up to their ceiling and smiled. "She's a sweet little thing. Bless her. It is she who will suffer lest this battle be stopped."
​"Come little fae," said Sarah, "Shannon and I will take you to see Ava.  The human child, she loves faeries."
​"To meet her?" said Anixi.
​"No silly, we just watch her. We are not ever to meet her, just help.  Come."
​They gathered Anixi up, and they raced away under the floors up the staircase Cornelius built in the walls, along another floor and into Ava's room. They hid behind a dollhouse and watched and listened.
​Ava was playing with a pink stuffed rabbit. 
"... And wouldn't it be lovely Twinkle, to have tea with the faeries, with cakes and treats. It would be most delightful. I must say. We must get ready Twinkle. She said she had an important engagement and would be back to see me. We must get ready."
​Sarah and Shannon smiled. "Isn't she sweet?" Shannon asked Anixi.  Anixi did not answer. She was gone.
​"Where did she go?" Asked Sarah.
"Do you suppose she's in the room?"
​They searched the room completely, even with Ava in there, but there was no sign of the little faery.
​"Maybe she went back downstairs." But when they got back to their mother, she was not there either.
​"She's gone mother."
​"I can understand that. She is upset and needs to go home to help. She will be fine, children, not to worry. We will wish her luck and good fortune, girls, luck and good fortune.”

The Ash Grove
​She had been so incredibly lucky, and she knew it. The forest was bad enough, but being alone and caught in the web? Unto the Great Mother; she gave thanks to meeting up with a pure souled child. As she flew, she shuddered at the thought of anything or anyone else finding her there trapped.
​The sun was casting out at the last rays of the day, before bidding the meadows good night. It was the time of the dusk dance in Carthya, a celebration of the day that passed. A thanks for the gifts of the earth and a hope that tomorrow would be a day of sharing with nature once more.
​Loulouthi loved the dusk dance. With her friends, she would frolic as carefree as the Wish had danced on the back of the breeze. Just as happy that she was a faery in the glorious place like Carthya.
​Her mother had told her tales of wonder and amazement of great faeries, who had done wonderful deeds. The bringing of the Fete was one deed she was thankful for. Many, many years ago, the faeries, nymphs and sprites were separate groups of the Seelie Court. They never worked together, always unsure of the others, until the rising of the Unseelie's, the dark side of the enchanted world. They too were once apart, but when they started the battle at Faerin, there was no option for the different flights of the Fete. Pringipsa brought them all together to become one mighty flight and because of that, not only had the Seelie Court defeated any and every attempt the underworld had ventured to take over Faerin, Wisteria and twice at Carthya, but this enabled Loulouthi to find her best friend, Anixi.  
Now, somewhere was her best friend, and Ylika, doing the job she should be helping with. She searched the skies, but the dusk had taken the distance out of her view. It was too dangerous to fly at night, with the dark curtain of night opening to the vile underworld stirrings. This was when they came out to wreak havoc on, not only the Seelie world, but in the human realm as well. Many a child was switched with a changeling in the night, many a nightmare was born by the works of the bogeys and pixies. Houses burned, livestock stolen or killed, they were an evil lot, all of them, and the night was their stage.
​Now she had to find a place safe from the night’s frights. She saw her haven; a grove of ash trees. The faery nymphs made their home there, and it would be safe. As she neared the top of the tree, three nymphs came to greet her. They were kind and welcoming, once they realized who and what Loulouthi was. They quickly escorted her into the safety of the ash. She was welcomed with warm nectar of stargazer and the comfort of friendlies. Once settled, she was brought to a large room within the tree.  
Within the room, the tone was serious. Head council stopped their talk upon seeing the Carthyan faery.
​"Have you come with news?"
"I'm afraid, honorable Council, I have been sidetracked from my seed duties, and have found myself here, merely to rest for the night. News, I have none and know not any to pass on of any importance.”
​"You know not of the pending war?"
​"Yes, my child, word has come the Unseelie are gathering forces to take Carthya.  
They are with knowledge of the dying of the Elpitha Tree and know that the Seelie will soon become weak. We have but one hope Carthyan, and that is that your seed make it to enchanted soil. For the moment it touches the earth in Carthya, it will start to grow in the shadow of its ancestor. It will root quickly and with the love of the Seelie, it will grow strong and each enchanted Seelie will grow stronger with it. ​Each one of us needs that seed. We will send out scouts at dawn to locate it. We will send word tonight for news of its whereabouts, and by sun-up, you'll be back at your post.  Rest now, Carthyan, for at break of morn, you must find the seed and protect it with your life. 
Go now, Elina and Sanna will show you where to sleep.  Sleep well Carthyan, sleep well."
​The Council all bowed to her and she too returned the gesture and left with the escorts.
​She was afraid of the talk of war. She was a mere faerling when the last battle for Carthya took place. It was horrible. So many faeries hurt, too many killed. It was something she could not think of now.      
Now she needed her rest. The council's promise of help eased her mind and after a good night's rest she would be back with her friends and on the way back home.

The Raptor
​The darkness came on quickly, and the breeze died down to a lilting little current. The Wish floated aimlessly along an invisible path of its own design. Ylika was thankful for the break from the craziness it had displayed all day. If not for the time in the dark forest, she would have had no time to rest. Still, the memory of the goblins face stayed fresh in her mind. She pushed it away and glided along effortlessly alongside the Wish.
​The night sky was darkening and below, meadows glowed in the light of the full June moon. The Wish flew high enough up to avoid any danger, yet low enough to see the sights clearly below.  In the midst of a long steady glide she saw the lights below. In the clearing, among the thicket of trees. Lights arranged in a circle. Candles flickered and hundreds of creatures gathered there in. It was a chilling sight to see so many goblins in one place. She was thankful the breeze kept moving to propel the wish away from such a gathering. She felt better with every second further from the clearing, but not twenty minutes away, yet another circle and another and it seemed that every forest had a candlelit circle with hundreds of goblins assembled. While she was studying the last gathering, the beast came after her. With silent wings massive in size, she heard them a split-second before razor-sharp talons were about to grab her. 
That split-second was enough to change her flight path and dive out of reach.
​The owl must have been old and confused and mistook the faery for a bird or a dragonfly or something else that he could eat....  Either way, she was not about to get into an argument on what owls eat and what she was.
Now she had to put on a display of aerial maneuvers to lose the giant raptor. Being large did not stop the owl from being agile.  It kept up with Ylika move for move and she was running out of new ones. 
She had a plan, check the position of the owl to see how much space she had, very little from her guess. Ylika took a sharp U-turn and gained six feet on the bird by that move alone. She drove every ounce of strength into her wings to gain just a bit more speed and dove hard into the clearing, toward the candlelit circle, toward the hundred or so goblins that were there. 
The owl would not let up the chase. There was no option left as Ylika careened towards the unsuspecting Hoofta of goblins, plummeting closer. The owl was now ten feet away as Ylika turned up her dive and flew mere inches above the goblins heads. Just as planned, the goblins in the back yelled as they only noticed the swooping owl above their heads. Within moments, just as Ylika soared up to the sky and out of danger, the owl was swatted, mid-flight, out of the air and mauled by a dozen or so hungry goblins
​Ylika looked down to see clouds of feathers arising from the swarm of goblins. The relief of escape was short lived as she realized the Wish was gone. Above the trees and even with the help of the full moon, she could not see it. She hovered in one spot and gauged the wind, it was soft and gentle steady and eastbound.  Her only hope in finding the Wish was to follow the invisible current and hope the Wish was sticking to this path and not skipping away as it did earlier that day.


Until we meet again....

Saturday, January 12, 2013

As we carry on ... the Wish

Mootro's Den

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We continue....

Two Down
The breeze stopped, dead, and the Wish, as if too exhausted to move after its marathon of acrobatic windsurfing, slowly drifted down onto a branch and rested.  
Ylika knew of places like this. There was no sunlight to peek through the trees. There was a calm that she had never felt before. She looked nervously around and could see a lone farmhouse just barely through the trees and even that did not make her feel better. With a house close by, brownies would be near, again that settled her. Help was around, in the worst case. It was not help that worried her; it was what ever lurked in the darkness of his wretched place.
She sat beside the exhausted Wish. With her knees drawn up to her chest and with her wings curled around her, she stared at the fluffy white ball. Sleep was not allowed just in case the Wish decided to fly again. With both her partners missing, it was impossible to close her eyes for even a moment. To make matters worse, the Wish, as if it had no idea where it was, just stayed put. It would not budge. With not even a sigh of a breeze to come around to urge it to move, it refused to get out of this miserable place that Ylika disliked so much.

The Discovery
The more she struggled, the more entangled Loulouthi got in the sticky web. She eventually gave up her struggle, surrendered to the bug trap and started to cry. She looked up hoping that Ylika or Anixi would come back and save her, but she knew in her heart that they would stay to guard the Wish. The sun was just coming into the opening and shone brightly on her. It warmed her tear-stained face and lit up the area around her.
​It was a lovely area, all things considered. The grass was thick and lush and several flowers reached up to the sun as if being awoken by a light. But other than the swaying of the grass, there was nothing but the sound of the breeze sighing through the branches of the trees and the leaves dancing with it. Even the birds stopped singing as if puzzled by the site in the web.  All was quiet…until she heard it.
​It was a far off sound, but not far enough away to let her believe she was safe. She peeled her ears to catch where it was coming from, and to her left, she heard it again. She quickly turned her gaze towards the oncoming sound and frantically searched for any movement, her heart raced and she started to panic. Again, she tried to free herself from the web but only made matters worse, when her wings folded over and locked her deeper into the web. Her vision swept to her left. The sound, of whatever was, was ever so near now and although she could not see it, she heard it clearer and clearer. Music of some sort... a song.
​"I wished a wish upon a Wish, I wished a Wish away, I wish the wish, I wished would wish, my wish come true today."
​A child! A human child! Loulouthi was terrified. She had never seen a human child before. Ava rounded a shrub and came into the light of the clearing. She was so tall Loulouthi thought, and her fear only grew more intense as Ava spun herself deliriously, in the sunlight.
​"I wished a wish upon a Wish..."
​Spinning, around and around.
​"... I wished a wish away..."
​Her hands by her side head thrown back, she continued spinning.
​"... I wish the wish, I wished...."
​Her verse paused, as her speed took the balance out of her head.
​"... Would wish my wish..."
​And down she went onto the grass just in front of Loulouthi, not more than a foot away.                     
Ava's eyes were closed tight as to regain her senses. She paused and giggled, "…come...” She opened her eyes and spotted Loulouthi in the trap, 
"... true..." she tried to continue the rhyme, but upon seeing Loulouthi before her, she was dumbfounded.
​She rolled onto her stomach and shuffled ever so close to Loulouthi. Mesmerized by the sight before her, she tilted her head to inspect the faery. Awestruck, she raised a finger and pointed at Loulouthi, as if to poke her to see if she was real.
Loulouthi squinted her eyes, rolled up as much as she could to protect herself, which made Ava stop before she touched her.
​"A faery!"  Whispered Ava, breathlessly.
​Loulouthi opened her eyes, smiled wryly and shrugged confirmation. 
“Oh my...” Ava moved even closer. "What was it that mother taught me? Don’t be afraid, little faery…I know it…. oh yes...  Bendith y mamald faer nagh y tylwyth teg."
​Loulouthi opened her eyes. The human child knew the mother's blessing. A sign of a friend. She stared at the child and a reassuring smile crept to her lips.
​"Can I help you?" Ava offered kindly.
​Loulouthi’s smile grew into an embarrassing one.
​"I would be greatly indebted, if you could,"
​"It would be my pleasure." Slowly and carefully, as if dis-mantling the finest of lace, Ava worked the web away from Loulouthi, careful not to harm the faery or her delicate wings, Ava finally managed to free her.
​"I am grateful for your kindness lovely child, but I have fallen behind on a most important engagement. Please forgive my rudeness, but I must quickly rejoin the others. Thank you, again and I shall see you another time to show you my full gratitude." With that said, Loulouthi shot straight up in the air and disappeared in the sunlight above.
​"Others??!" Exclaimed Ava, as she stared into the sky, hoping to catch one more glimpse of the faery.  But the sunlight blinded her and Loulouthi was gone.

The Pheonix
​The soft moist floor of the forest made no sound as one walked upon it. A cushion of moss muffled any noise, but still animals scattered with panic. They did not have to hear Mootro to know that he was coming, they sensed it. He trod his way along a centuries-old path on a mission.  He knew the way to the main Gob lair. He had been there long ago, before his failure and ridicule, but this time he had purpose and no amount of humiliation would keep him away or stop him from attaining the help he needed to get him where he wanted to be. And as he neared the Gob village, they too sensed him, if not smelled him. 
The few who saw him were silent with shock, as he plodded past them in silence. Without their numbers, they were afraid of him. Not only was he the eldest of all the goblins, but also evil and strong, not to mention the most insane.
​They all knew of his devouring of one of their own, and thus they kept quiet. As he passed, several hags gathered and whispered about him. Word spread faster than Mootro could walk. So as by the time he arrived at the main denizen, the council was waiting for him outside. With leers of contempt, they stood shoulder to shoulder behind Scroffa, a wiry goblin with wicked eyes.
​Mootro approached the council and as the wiry goblin opened his mouth to speak, Mootro threw him to one side without effort. Before Scroffa even hit the ground, the wall of goblins parted to allow Mootro entry.  No one dared talk to him.
​Inside, the den was a slovenly hole. Just as dank as his cave and with more goblins within, the pungent effect was far greater. Vothe, the leader of the Hoofta, sat at the head of a large stump that was used as a table.
​Although full of power over the area, Mootro could see the nervousness that Vothe was trying to hide.
​"What brings you to us, Mootro?  Not that your business is any of ours"
​Mootro moved around the stump and came up beside Vothe. The need for help with his plan overrode the desire to rip off Vothe’s head and assume leadership. That plan of action could not be ruled out as of yet, and he kept it in mind as an viable option.
​"The Elpitha Tree is dying."  Mootro said, smugly.
  Almost the entire village had now crowded into the den and, in unison, they gasped. Then started to cackle comments until the noise was unbearable.
​"Silence!" Shouted Vothe over the raucous. "What conniving treachery are you up to Mootro? You expect us to believe the word of a fool?"
​The crowd fell silent and Vothe coward, upon hearing his own words.
Mootro leaned in close to Vothe and whispered in his ear. "You choose your words carefully, cousin. I have not the patience, nor need any for you. What I know and say is true and trickery is not the reason I am here.” He gazed toward the crowd there in and then back to Vothe. A smile crept to Mootro’s face as he slapped Vothe on the back and rose to speak to the gathered.
​“The bane of my existence has been the seed of the Elpitha Tree. Yes, it was a failure for me, but that was four centuries ago. But that seed was the sole seed of the Tree and four hundred years have passed and no seed has been planted. The Tree will die, and leave no heir…”
​"You speak of lies. False hope!"
​“I have seen. I have been to the border of Carthya many times, five times a moon. And there is panic. Pringipsa has called in many a faery to seek a seed from the human world.
​The winds of change have worked in our favor and brought no seeds back from a thistle that grows out there. I know that it is only the breeze that can touch the seed. 
No other creature from our realm can bring it to root. It is time once again, to raise the armies of the Unseelie court. Our time is at hand for without a seed, the entire Seelie Court will die!
​"How do we get in, Mootro?"
​   Mootro snickered slyly. "You forget cousin. I have been in once before. For all the ridicule you have dealt me, I, alone, have been the only one of us is set foot on Carthyan soil. A feat, in itself, more spectacular than you or yours have even come close to. I know the only path in and still the faeries have no idea how I gained access.
You gather the troops, for the battle will be fierce and the rewards will be beyond our wickedest dreams. We need bogart's and bogeys, the Unseelie court must band together. I don't care if you like me or not, you need me, and I need you. Our day has come, and even though our attempts in history have failed, our hour is now! We will rise from the underworld and take the faeries out forever!"
​He had raised the goblins into frenzy. They cheered yelled and started to shove each other. Fights broke out, and then within moments of a full scale riot ensued.
​Mootro shook his head with a devilish grin. He was back, two steps closer to his vision and one step away from the throne.

The Rescue
​In the middle of the day it was unusual to see stars, even if one was a faery, but Anixi saw the at least twenty of them as they flashed in her sight. She lay on the soft moist floor of the forest. 
She rubbed her head gently for the lump was huge and very tender. She had no idea how long she'd had been out, and in here, in the midst of this dark forest, she could not see a trace of the sun to help her. The leaves of the massive trees were like a lid on the forest.  She tried to fly to check out for an escape but found her wing was far too sore for flight. She looked around cautiously. It was seldom that fairy’s walked, but walk she must for in this miserable place, where no breeze blew, it would be unsafe to sit still. She walked with eyes skirting back and forth along the path that made no sound, as the earth cushioned her every step. And if in another place, she would swear she was walking on a heavenly cloud. This was nowhere near heavenly.
​She took a few more steps and froze, for she had seen something, more so she felt it. A cold, lifeless, chill ran through her. Ahead, she saw movement, a den, a window.. inside movement and cheering and yelling and then a scuffle and a brawl. 
The fight burst out of the den and into the clearing before it, as far too many goblins spilled out.
​She was petrified. Afraid to move. Unable to fly. Paralyzed with fear.
​"Goblins" she whispered, ever so softly.
​Just as she spoke the word, a hand grabbed her and dragged her into the dense shrubbery. She had no chance to see what it was that had snatched her. All she saw was the fight had stopped and all goblin eyes looked her way. All was silent except for her heart beating like that of a scared rabbit’s.
​Her mouth was covered and whoever had captured her, was running like the wind. Skirting this way and that, sometimes it felt like she was flying. She could not tell what or who had her. She felt the roughness of fabric. Thankful it was not goblin hair, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.​ It seemed like forever before she had any sense of where she was. Into a clearing, sunlight, beautiful, warm, bright sunlight meant she was out of that wretched forest. But was she out of danger? She still did not know who had her and if they meant her harm.  
​The run was fast and silent. Where was she being taken to, she asked herself, just before she saw the lone farmhouse.

Too Close for Comfort
​She couldn't sleep, not dared to now, for thirty feet below her a fight broke out in the clearing. The melee was cut short when she heard them stop and stare to their left.  
She slapped a hand over her mouth to stop from saying the word goblin aloud.
​She was more afraid than she'd ever been in her life. She stayed rooted in her place threw a glance at the still resting Wish, and then slowly turned back to the vision below.
​"Did you see that?" Drooled one goblin.
​"I did"
​"So did I"
​"Where did it go?"
​They all looked around not moving...  Yet.
​Mootro burst out of the den and the moment he was outside, his nose caught the scent.  
"Faery" he muttered.
The rest of the goblins, upon hearing his words, took off madly into the forest to find it but Mootro stood still, sniffing the  air.
​Ylika held her breath as if it might be enough to stir the long hairs of Mootro's nose. Being a large grotesque one, there was no need to help it.
​Ylika prayed upon the mercy of the earth, upon the praises of Mother Nature and the elements of all that was good. She pleaded for a breeze not only to awaken the Wish, but to carry her scent away from that monstrosity in the middle of Mootro's face.
​In the midst of her fear, she thought of where the rest of the goblins ran. To the left. She was above. Was one of her friends down below and in trouble? Was it another wayward faery about to be captured? She had to help, but couldn't. She had to stay with the Wish.
​Below, Mootro kept testing the air with his nose. Turning this way and that, looking about as if he misplaced something. Around in a circle he walked slowly, tilting his head slightly, he turned his gaze upwards.  
​If not for the broadness of the branch she was on, Ylika would have been discovered. As she ducked behind a leaf for cover, she peered over the edge of it only to see Mootro as he was searching the canopy above him.
​"Your friend is theirs... you are all mine." He muttered, hungrily, as he moved closer to the tree Ylika and the Wish were in.  
Ylika shifted her weight ever so slightly to watch his movements below, and as she saw him move directly underneath her, she saw it.
​Mootro saw it.
​The Wish was drifting slowly downward.
​Ylika looked back hoping it was another Wish. Any Wish but the one she was guarding, the one with Ava's wish. The Wish. Her worst fear was realized as it was no longer beside her and was falling slowly down towards the soft moist forest floor.
​Mootro's mouth fell open. "The seed!" He whispered dreamily. He waited for it. This was the thing he needed. To catch it, to keep it, to destroy it, anything could be done to it. For if it got back to Carthya the faeries would live, kill the seed and the faeries and the Tree would die. Either way the key to greatness came drifting down from the sky at a horrendously slow pace.
​Ylika gasped in terror. To dive down and rescue the Wish would kill any chance of it growing in Carthya. But to let the goblin have it was equally as bad. She thought hard and fast, and it came to her. She jumped to her feet and dove down towards the Wish.
Mootro could not believe his eyes. A seed and a faery! Life could not get better.
The Wish was ten feet away from him the faery, twenty, and both getting closer. To Ylika, it seemed as if the Wish had now decided to speed up.  
To Mootro, it moved far too slow. Five feet from the Wish and Ylika was closing in as the Wish was a mere two feet of the lecherous goblin.
​Ylika beat her wings harder than they had ever moved and just as the Wish was inches from the clutches of Mootro, the breeze picked up and awoke the Wish from its lazy slumber.  As if it meant to trick the goblin all along, it skipped away from his grasp laughing with the leaves, which picked up on the joke.  
Ylika thanked the powers that helped her and tried hard to come out of the perilous dive she was in. Now only a foot away from the outstretched hand of the goblin, she was more afraid for herself.  
​Mootro's hopes were shattered upon missing the seed and a split second later, he saw the faery coming at him.
​Ylika pulled out of the dive, inches from Mootro. The brown stained teeth were revealed in an evil smile, as Mootro had jumped to catch the faery.  
Ylika twisted her body as she swooped within a hair of his hands as she too escaped certain death. She picked up speed to catch up with the Wish, as it resumed its romp on the breeze. Zigging, zagging, up, up, up it went. How it found space amongst the leaves to escape the forest, Ylika had no clue, but it did, and Ylika followed it into the blue sky, into the sunlight and off to anyplace.  Anywhere would be better than where they were.
​Mootro melted with disappointment, the seed and faery, both within seconds of each other, both within reach, both gone. He shook his head and hung it in shame. After a moment he raised it and stared in the direction his prizes fled. Thankfully all the other goblins were chasing another faery and none were around to see yet another failure. He looked around.  Just to make sure.
​"A spy."  The voice was shaky.
​It took Mootro a moment to find the source of the sound. He shot his glance to the right and saw a Mixxa cowering to avert his gaze.  Mootro walked over to his old slave, grabbed him roughly and threw him into the woods.
​"You saw nothing, you say nothing and be thankful I do not end your life here."

Friday, January 11, 2013

the Wish

I thought I might just change things up quite a bit here and try something new. I have published three books in total, to this point, and several screenplays are in a perpetual state of either being produced or in development or creation. As we speak, there is movement afoot with a new old project, (10-12 years old) that looks like it has some glue on it and will stick. I will keep you posted. But for now, since I have your attention, and you are sitting comfortably, allow me to take you away on a journey.

For the next little while, I will be posting on a regular basis my story the Wish. Without the introduction that you can undoubtably find on Kobo, or Barnes and Noble et al.

So without further ado.....

the Wish
By Van Pornaras
ISBN 978-0-9879100-0-4
Copyright 2007
All rights reserved

Published by
the cerebral vacation intellectual properties
Toronto, Ontario

The characters, places and events in this story are purely
borne in the mind of the author, and therefor absolute fiction.
Any similarities to persons living or dead, is strictly coincidence.

As per international law, all content herein is protected by copyright and cannot be copied or distributed in any form without the expressed permission of the cerebral vacation intellectual properties and the author of this work. All rights reserved. Please respect the authors work.

Cover art By Van Pornaras©2012

To my little girl.

May all your wishes come true.  

Love Daddy

When my children were little, I would read
them a bedtime story and then, turn out the
lights, lay beside them and tell them one which I
would make up. I wanted them to use their imagination 
and visualize their own pictures in their minds eye.

the Wish

the cerebral vacation publishing 
Story by Van Pornaras ©2007

In the Beginning
Korlungr took no mercy on the last of the Druid mystics. Driven by purpose and with all his might, his sword halved the final obstacle that stood between him and his prize.      
    The forest was silent, albeit for the dwindling gasps of Druid life and the breathless panting of the hungry Norse demons who readied themselves for a much more daunting task.
      In the clearing of the Faerin forest stood the treasure. Even in the early morning fog, it glowed with intensity from a light within. An aura enveloped the Elpitha Tree and commanded reverence. An ethereal quality radiated from every aspect of the Tree. There was a peacefulness about it that far paled the savage activity that it had just witnessed.
Bloodied and vile, brutish and raw, Korlungr and all the Vikings became gentle and caring when it came to unearthing the Tree from its interlaced lock in the Faerin soil.
For three solid days, they toiled to remove the Tree from the ground as the weather changed dramatically for the worse. As if irate that natures pride was being stolen, the elements conspired to make the task arduous. Angry clouds engulfed the sky, thick, swirling and black, and allowing the least amount of light through. Winds hampered the laborious chore by increasing in velocity, bending trees and snapping branches of older, taller oaks and maples. Sacrificing many to save the one, but to no avail, for nature was no match for the determination of Korlungr and the plunderers. 
Finally, they had the Tree liberated from its soil home. The roots were wrapped in a large hemp sail and loaded onto a large, two wheeled, cart as it was hauled to their awaiting vessel in the harbor.
 The winds had gathered more anger and screamed with the vengeance of all the souls they had plundered. The rains lashed the drekar, as the Vikings fought desperately to survive the ravages of the Gods and get out to sea before they lost the tide. The mast creaked with the promise of snapping while the sail fought with the wind to be set free. Korlungr hollered out commands to get over the volume of the gales. He was not a man to be questioned. Almost seven foot tall and twenty stone, he was a feral creature in human form. He was their leader and had cut the breath of many who challenged his supremacy. Just as wild as the storm that engulfed them and equally as merciless. He commanded his men with purpose, volume and the promise of a long painful death should his orders not be followed to the letter.
    Even he was uneasy as the elements amplified their assault on them. Angry and vile, nature was taking her fury head long to him and he took the challenge face on. Iced waters, waves and wind, did their best to illicit a punishment befitting their crime. 
But he would not be rushed. If not for the time it took securing their prized possession, they would have left much earlier and been at sea and out of the clutches of nature’s tantrum, but he would not go until it was stowed securely. For this trip to the edge of the world, all their talisman and all their Gods meant nothing compared to the Elpitha Tree.
     The craggy shores of Faerin were as unforgiving as the gates of Hades, and even more treacherous. Their voices were barely heard over the windstorms, as they fought desperately to get their prize tied down and sea worthy. Four men were swallowed by the sea before they were set to battle the storm and the open waters of the ocean, and Korlungr left them to drown. There was a higher order; all of them knew that the Tree took precedence.
The Vikings now had it in their possession. Nothing could befall them, with this gift from nature to guard them. But a gift it was not and nature grew angrier with each second, screaming its rage and demanding the return of the Tree.
Korlungr stood on the bow and faced the winds head on. He laughed manically at the Gods; Freya and her magic, Thor and his control of sky and thunder and even Odin had no say in this plunder. This trophy was now his and with the last rope tied tight and the Tree secured, they cast off from the remorseless rocky island and into the darkness of the unknown.
    The voyage was long and treacherous, but the Tree survived where many a man had perished. There was much water on board the vessel but very little for them to drink. The Tree drank the life out of most of them. Slowly they would wither away, thirst fueling insanity and one by one Korlungr would pierce their souls and hurl them into the ocean.       
By the time they made landfall, a mere handful of men survived and as thanks to the wondrous Tree, the Vikings planted it deep in a magnificent forest in the lands now known as the Americas. As the Druids had protected it, so did the Vikings, but with brilliant and cunning traps. The Elpitha Tree would go nowhere, ever again.
​   The eons had passed, and in the silence of the forest, the Elpitha Tree grew strong. With the song of the wind and the gentle caress of the sun, the magic returned to the mystical Tree.
Slowly they came, as if called by the few brethren who had stowed away on its maiden voyage, faeries. Twenty of them had miraculously survived the Trans Atlantic trek and now, as the news of the Elpitha Tree spread in the enchanted world, more faeries made their home in the enchanted forest that came to be known as Carthya.
​Although beautiful and peaceful, Carthya was not as serene as its occupants would have liked. As it was at Mt. Olympus and at Faerin, the faeries had to contend with the Unseelie Court. For as the news reached the ears of the underworld as well, so did the desire to have it, come to pass.  The powers of the Tree were legendary and many a war was a fought over it’s possession and the lands of Carthya. Gremlins and goblins, trolls and the like fought against armies of faeries. Bloody battles that far surpassed the violence of the Viking slaughter at Faerin. Yearlong sieges and thousands of creature’s dead, and in the end, the underworld retreated only to have lost against the bravery of the keepers of the Elpitha Tree.
Years of battles ensured that the Tree would stay where it was, and Carthya could not be taken by the underworld. The Tree would grow forever and flourish in this wondrous land, but none of them had seen the lone figure that stealthily and methodically entered Carthya and stole the lone seed of the Elpitha Tree. 
Managing to sneak past the traps and the guards and the magic, he had gingerly picked the seed off the Tree and retreated back to the darkness he had emerged from, without so much as to stir the breeze as an indication he was there.

The Finding
Somewhere in the Far East, a butterfly had flapped its wings, and perhaps further along the continent it would indeed become a hurricane, but here, in a secluded dale of the New England’s, it was a lilting breeze, aimless and lazy and having no particular purpose. It played the lulling melody of this glorious summer day, carrying the scent of lavender upon it as it meandered without a care.
     It was a day borne in the minds of poets. One that indicated that nature was in a wonderful mood. A splendid day, where no clouds fought with the sun, where butterflies danced with their shadows and birds sang their songs softly in harmony with the breeze.   
Here, by a little stream, atop a group of rocks, a young girl sat and watched the water glide along its merry way. Ava was the only child of the O’Connor’s. Only eight years old and as innocent as that summer day. Tiny for her age, petite her mother insisted, but that didn’t stop her from anything. With a spirit strong and a will of cast iron, she had proved to all in the town that being born two months early would not deter her from changing the world. When she put her mind to something, wild horses could not keep her still. She was gentle and childlike most of the time and headstrong when called for. But here, basking in the glow of the summer sun, her golden hair danced in the gentle breeze which shifted wisps across her cheeks and tickled her nose as if to tease her into motion. In her frock her mother had sewn for her, she sat with her knees curled up as only her bare toes were exposed to the warm sunlight. She sat motionless staring at the glistening rocks in the creek, hoping to catch a glimpse of something that might spur her to move.
 This was her favorite spot. Where the stream curved around Rhinoceros rock, as she called it because of its sheer size, and it picked up speed as it danced over the rocks in the shallow spots. She started coming here when her father had died, two years ago. It was a magical spot, not far from her home but a million miles away, and it gave her comfort in knowing that it had always been there and would always be there. Some things must stay, forever. Her Daddy was gone, forever. Mother had said he had died while working on the new railway. They said that the project was supposed to join the country, not separate her family. Talk in the town was that he had died at the hands of the savage Indians, but she tended to believe her mother than town hear-say.
Every day she would come here and sit and think and dream. The trees would let ribbons of sunlight shine on her and the many varieties of birds serenaded her with songs of lazy summer dreams. As she sat alone on the rocks, that gentle breeze seemed to stop all at once and brought before her, a fluffy seed of a milk thistle plant.
“A Wish!” She cried with delight as she bolted upright and tracked the white floating globe. As if a gift from Mother Nature herself, Ava pinched it carefully from the air and held it in her cupped hands.  With the breeze still calm, she opened her hands to look at the Wish. It was absolutely perfect.
“Oh my!! It’s a fresh one!” She exclaimed gleefully, as she carefully inspected it. Being an authority on Wishes, she knew exactly what to look for in it. It was perfectly round, pure white and soft as an angels sigh. She cupped her hands gently, as the breeze stirred to life again. She was not about to lose such a pristine specimen. She closed her eyes and thought for quite some time as for what to ask for. She knew that this Wish was new and had no other child's wish in it. If the wind was right, it had a good chance of getting to the Wish-Master’s world to start working on making her wish come true.  
It took her quite some time to come up with a wish worthy of such a wonderful find. After a few moments her face lit up with her desire. With a smile on her face and her fancy in her mind, she opened her hands and pushed the Wish free with a soft breath.
It danced in front of her for a moment and then skirted away on the warm breeze. She watched it dip and rise, shift this way and that. She got off her rock and chased after it through the thicket behind her.
“Good luck Wish. Have a safe trip!” She watched it as it picked up speed and dashed around the trees, as if playing tag with her. It stopped for a moment, as if to say goodbye and then flitted off deeper into the forest. Ava ran after it but lost sight of it soon after.
“Goodbye Wish! Be careful!” She said as she stopped running and tried to see where the Wish went.
The Wish was happy now, carrying the dream of a little girl. It skipped along the breeze, through the thicket and over a creek, along the bank and up into the air high above the trees as if saying, here I am!  It twirled in a little eddy and dove back down, just over a field of tall grass. The breeze picked up and the Wish gained speed as it flew over a vast field of sunflowers.
From out of nowhere, three objects joined the Wish’s flight. One took the lead and seemed to guide the Wish. Another winged creature flew above the Wish and last followed close behind. With every twist and turn the Wish took, so too did the three sparkling winged creatures, the guardians, protectors of the Wish; Faeries. They danced in the sky as if playing follow-the-leader, whatever the Wish did, so did the faeries.
Ylika was the faery in the lead. She was the eldest and the strongest of the three, from the oldest family of enchantlings in Ireland. She was clothed in soft shades of lavender and mauves and her wings were three segments of the sparkliest gold. She had the gift of speed and sight and led the rest of the faeries, all who kept watch over the Wish’s path. It was a long way to travel to get to Carthya, the land of enchantment and many dangers could be expected. As she surveyed the flight path, she would look back occasionally to check on the Wish and the others.
Flying beside the Wish was Anixi. She was a very slight faery, but with strength of mind and heart. With the finest silk from trips to India, Anixi was dressed like a princess on her wedding. So many colors made up her clothes, yet they looked so beautiful. Her only adornment was a small gold chain she wore around her neck which held a small lock of hair from a unicorn she had for luck. She always wore it on Wish flights. Her wings had no color and appeared almost invisible, as she flew above the Wish.  
  She was from the flight of faeries from England and had come to this land some 300 years ago when only few faeries were in the Americas. Because faeries cannot fly great distances, they stowed away on ships bound for the Americas from Europe and abroad. When she came here, they were but a hundred faeries in this land, now with more than a hundred thousand, it felt more like home. But now it was only three of them in charge of the path of the Wish.
She too knew of the many perils that loomed ahead of them. Not so many here in the land of humans, but as they got closer to their world, things could get frightening. But still as they danced and played with the precious Wish, she knew the danger that even lurked in the human world. Shape shifters and pixies, imps and gnomes. Leprechauns were not so much a problem out of doors, but sprites had a way of making things difficult for anything humans wanted. So she kept a close eye on everywhere they were going, hoping for the best and ready for the worst.  
The faery following the Wish was Loulouthi, the youngest at only a hundred years old. She was also the smallest of the three and on her first Wish flight. She was dressed in simple clothes not being old enough to earn any colors. Her wings were white and, other than the few sparkles that took the place of freckles on her skin, she had nothing to adorn herself. She was worried about doing a good job but she was also excited about being chosen.
This was her first flight out of the enchanted realm and into the human world. She kept as close an eye on the Wish as she could, most of the time, but she couldn't help looking at the wonderful things all around her, and there was so much to see. The land was so vast and filled with wondrous things and many a time she would lag behind, caught up in the sights below.
The Wish inherently knew where it wanted to go, but it had to catch so many different breezes that it dipped and dove, twisted and turned and seemed to take the long way to Carthya. The job of the Wish faeries was to make sure that the Wish stayed safe. They could not touch it. It had to find its own way home, on a wing and a prayer, and by no means could the faeries come in contact with it. Loulouthi knew this, so she just followed it and worried that they may not make it in time. Wishes don't last forever. From the time a child plants a wish in it, it had only two days to get Carthya.
Being her first Wish flight, Loulouthi had no idea that this Wish was far more lively than most. It took so many different paths that the faeries had to use all their concentration to keep up with it. Loulouthi, with her sightseeing, seemed to have a problem with that. And as the Wish dove straight down to the ground, she almost kept flying straight, as she was admiring the field of daisies off in the distance. She had to dive hard and fast to get back into position, and she caught up to the Wish just inches before it touched the ground, only to shoot right back up toward the sky. Loulouthi, tried desperately to swoop back up and avoid a collision with the ground, but her speed was too great and the angle too steep and she flew straight into a giant spider web. The Wish’s flight made sure that Ylika and Anixi were long gone, and any screams for help by the littlest fae, would do nothing but alert other creatures that she was trapped.  
Ylika and Anixi were far too absorbed in trying to keep up with the crazy, joyous flight path the Wish was taking, to notice that Loulouthi was no longer on the mission and that she was indeed missing.
All Loulouthi could do was watch her friends, the Wish and her hopes, fly off into the distance.

The dark, dank grotto smelled of rotting. Flesh or fermentation, whatever it was, made the air thick and the pungent odor was sickening. It was sticky and slimy and no animal would even want to die there, but Mootro lived there, alone.
Not more than three feet tall, he was covered in a thinning coat of black fur where as more hide was visible than hair. His only clothing was a pair of leather half pants he had worn for decades. His face was wide and pitted and grime had embedded itself in each pit. Warted and scarred, he was covered in souvenirs of violent struggles with animals and other goblins.  He was by far one of, if not the, ugliest and vilest goblin that ever lived. He was the first Goblin ever created, when the seed of the poison Gobe tree was given life by the evil Warlock Gragalon, over nine hundred years ago. Mootro and his two sisters, both of whom had disappeared ages ago, created the legend of the ‘Gob’, one of terror and fright. Many a human knew of the goblins and their ways. They knew best to keep their children safe from the likes of them.
Self sentenced in his solitude, he would relive the time oh so long ago when his fingers were bloodied and he had lost all but two nails as he clawed away at the earth. Each handful prying away eons of settled ground free from the lock Mother Nature had sentenced it to. For months he contorted himself into the tunnel he started over two miles back, and tore away at the bowels of the earth to get closer to greatness. In the confines he toiled, un-phased by the darkness, un-affected by the mountainous rocks that obstructed his path. He was driven by greed and nothing was going to stop him from getting to the Elpitha Tree.
​He knew of the legend, how the Fates of Olympus created the Tree millennia ago. He knew how the Druid mystics stole it from the mountainous slopes and replanted it in the deep and mighty forest of Faerin in Northern Scotland and how the Vikings had killed all the Druids to steal it once again and bring it to the new world. All this stealing had given him the right to steal it once again. All attempts at trying to overtake the faeries proved unsuccessful and had led him to that subterranean passage that he lengthened every waking moment.
​He had seen the schism in the walls years ago and was certain even the Carthyans had no idea it was there. Wide enough to allow him access within and close enough to the Tree to grab the lone seed it bore. That seed was the key to greatness. So he had labored, with every clump of dirt drawn back, he got closer and when he had finally broke through the ground, he was a mere thirty feet from the wall. The sun was setting over the western mountains and without even thinking of the consequences, he had bolted from his hole and grabbed the lone seed of the Elpitha Tree and was back in his underground passage before he was even noticed.
​He looked at his hands now, warty and withered, millennia old. It was those grimy hands that clawed away at the earth to get to Carthya. It was those hands that stole the seed those many years ago from the Elpitha Tree. How could he have known it would do nothing for him, but still he took it to the land of humans and planted it there, hoping that life would come to it.
Weeks passed as he watched and watered it, tended to it as lovingly as a Goblin could, but in this land of humans, it grew not as the enchanted mystical Tree, but ugly, a weed and upon seeing that it was not a beautiful Elpitha Tree, he had stomped off back to his cave and left it alone forever. He had been humiliated and ridiculed by the other goblins. He told them that he would have the magic of the Tree, become King of the enchanted land with the glory of the Elpitha Tree as his source. But the seed failed to give rise to his dreams and thus cast him into hiding for centuries in shame.
The milk thistle was a poisonous plant, spawned from the evil that lived within the goblin, but its seed was still of the enchanted Carthya. 
​From that day on every seed from the milk thistle plant tried to make it back to where it belonged, in enchanted soil to once again be beautiful. But many years had passed and no seed had made its way back to Carthya. Pringipsa, Queen of Carthya, an elegant and kind ruler, would send out Guardian faeries to ensure the safe passage of the each seed back to enchanted soil.
Mootro hated the faeries. As all goblins did, more-so because they reminded him of his failure. He had caught two since the time they'd come to the Americas and although very thin, they didn't taste so bad. They were very hard to catch though, so he lived on insect life from the forest floor, the occasional dog or cat that would venture out into the forest, rats and fox's as well, but how he dreamed of another faery.
His hunger pulled his gaze away from his hands as he tried to shake off the failure from his mind yet again. He rose from the chaos that was his home and moved to the mouth of the cave and surveyed the surrounding. Nothing stirred; the air was still as if it too was afraid to move the funky odor to anywhere else.    
He peered past the trees and out into the open farmland. Mootro lived almost too close to the humans. Even with one farmhouse within a stone’s throw, the chances of finding him were slim. The dogs stopped coming his way, his appetite ensured that. So he lived alone in the forest, secluded and without having uttered a word in several years. And even though he knew where the brownies lived, he never bothered with them.    The leprechauns and a swarm of pixies lived a way into the forest and although they looked like faeries, the pixies tasted nothing like them and the leprechaun’s were too tricky to catch.  
Alone, miserable and hungry, Mootro spent every day planning, scheming, thinking of that day when he stole the seed of the Elpitha Tree, of his wish to be king of the underworld creatures, and to have all kneel before him, to be the law. To dress like a king, to be treated like a king. But the laughs and ridicule he got when the seed grew and became milk thistle, still rang in his ears.  That was why he lived a life of solitude all these years. It had been hundreds of years since he had seen another goblin. All the underworld creatures knew the story. It became fable to all and there was nowhere Mootro could go. The last goblin that laughed at him, tasted horrible.
​It was only four years ago that he dismissed Mixxa, an underling that he had captured eons before. Mixxa was a Goob, a race of French underworld creatures that had gotten stalled in the evolutionary chain, who had not formed into full goblins.   
Their problem was they could not be as evil as true goblins. Cast out of the goblin world and not allowed in the world of faeries, Goob's faced the miserable fact that their submissiveness proved to be the thing goblins needed... Slaves. And so Mixxa stayed as Mootro’s slave for many years, until the day he planted the seed of the Elpitha Tree. Mixxa paid the price for the weed’s spawning, instead of the Elpitha Tree. Mootro nearly tore him apart, threw him out of the cave and broke many of his bones. Mixxa was thankful Mootro did not eat him.  
Even after many years, Mixxa lived in a hollow log far enough away from Mootro's cave, but close enough to watch over his master's activities. It was this day the Goob watched and finally followed Mootro out into the dark forest.