Hello once again. Sorry to spam you guys with these new sporadically updated ficlets. This is my attempt at a parody, as well as a fantasy/humor fic. You'll get the idea by the next chapter of what is going on. So as I once said, here is my long Mary Fic that I said I would one day begin. And as always here is my promise to see each fic through to the end, no matter how long it takes *sweatdrop*

I own nothing to the rights of HM



"I beg your pardon?" The voice was laced with irritation, an emotion the woman hid as well as she could, blowing a strand of her sea green hair from her face.

"I'm simply saying," I drawled out, fingers running through my massive dirty blond locks as my bright violet eyes clashed with the emerald green ones of my companion. "That I don't think its as complicated to help mortals as you claim it is."

"What would you know about it? All you ever do is dabble in mischief and make them miserable," she huffed, her toes kicking at the abyss of water beneath her, causing the liquid to ripple as she hovered over it. I shrugged and ran my fingers over the tip of my broom stick thoughtfully.

"And I'm sure its just tedious hiding in your underwater home waiting for them to toss you offerings in exchange for making the crops bloom, or a few love request here and there." I waved my hand about as if I was waving off a nuisance and smirked at the fuming immortal before me. "Now causing mayhem and trouble, that is real work. Making sure the pieces fall one right after another so it seems like the entire world is against someone, that is a true art."

"Oh I'm sure it is. Tossing poison at helpless animals and causing those dreadful toadstools to grow. Making the thunder and lightening that clash against the canvas I've tried so hard to create," she rambled on, and I simple smiled at her sweetly. It had always been fun for me to get the woman riled up.

"So what. We're both artists in our own way, with different perspectives. You can candy coat it and make it as bright as you want. I simply come and give them a cold dose of reality."

We both snapped our heads at the sound of feet carefully walking up the path. I cursed when Harvest grabbed my hand, dragging me down into the deep depths of her pool evidently forgetting the fact that unlike her I was quite partial to oxygen.

Granted I was able to hold my breath for a while, but it still was very painful on my lungs.

There was a plop from above, and suddenly I could very distinctly hear the sound of a young woman talking. She sounded almost as if she was in pain.

"Please accept this o-offering. It is one of my favorites...and...please help me find the inspiration to write a decent fairy tale."

I blinked as the item finally descended in the pond, and I wrinkled my nose at the sight of the book. Who just throws books away? And after a few moments I was dragged back to surface, tossed roughly to the shore as I sputtered and spit the vile pond water from my mouth and tried to catch my breath.

"You could have at least give me some warning. Or you could have just let me fly up higher where she couldn't have seen me," I muttered angrily as I wrung my hair out.

"Yes yes," Harvest murmured, her hands clutching the wet book thoughtfully. She smirked some and glanced at me. "We're in luck my dear. It seems that this request...can be one you can try to fulfill. Darling Mary is an aspiring author with little self esteem, and a rather large case of writer's block."

I blinked at Harvest and shrugged, snapping my fingers and smirking at my now dry appearance. "And why should I help her?"

"Well if its to difficult for you to do," she drawled, turning her back on me. "I suppose I'll do it." I narrowed my eyes, knowing I was being baited, and yet unable to pass it up. This was my chance to prove that her job was cushy and that she complained over nothing.

"Alright. I'll take the request. She'll have written the most original fairy tale when I get done with her," I said, stroking my chin as I tried to decide the best way to go about it. How to inspire and deter from writer's block?

And as with all my idea's there was a brilliant explosion in my mind, and if I had been in front of a mirror I'm sure my eyes were sparkling with mischief. Mischief making and helping others.

After all...what better way to do Harvest's job and my own at the same time. Oh the woes of being such a brilliant trouble maker.

First thing first, I needed to speak to the young woman. Get her idea's and of course…a general idea on what, or rather who I had to work with.

It would be a very entertaining thing, to help this woman, and at the same time enchant a town or two.