Hello world. So I've been slightly MIA for the past month or so, but what can I say? Life gets busy. Anyways don't kill me for starting a new story before I finish my other, because it bothers me deeply when others do that, and I feel like a big enough hypocrite.
On the subject of 'Unexpected', I honestly need some help deciding if I should finish it or not. You see, I've kind of lost my muse for it, which saddens me because it was so close to being done. So, I need to know if people still want to read it or not. I don't want reviews on this story about it because 'Unexpected' is completely unrelated to this. If you have any input you wish for me to know, send me a PM and I will thank you personally. Well, in a response that is. I guess I just want to know if anyone will be upset if I let it sit in the corner of my mind to gather dust, and if not, then I am completely okay with that too.
Now to those who have actually read all this gibbering of mine, and have no idea as to what I'm talking about, I'll shut up now.
From the earth thine power flows,
Given through courtesy, so thanks are owed.
Pluck thou the magick seed,
Where full moon, ancient oak and twisted water meet.
And bury it far from where it was found,
So return your gift into the ground...
The sprites should have thought before they acted. Holly certainly hoped that their mothers grounded them for life.
Typical male sprites; always trying to impress females.
Sneaking up to the surface and taking a joyride directly over a highly populated city such as the capital of China, within the visible eye spectrum of humans, was not something that Holly found impressive. Especially when she had drained her magic shielding while trying to catch up to them, and mesmerizing humans when Foaly ran out of mind-wiping equipment. She had assured him that none of them would have residual memories of sprites flying above them by the time her shift was over.
Drained, she went to the closest ritual site, happy that her silver lining to the night happened to be a full moon.
Walking towards the ancient oak, she fingered her book, while looking for an acorn. Spying one dropped right on the edge of the bended river beside the tree, she nimbly picked it up. Tired, she walked a rough hundred meters before dropping to the ground and making a small hole. Once the acorn was buried, she stepped back readying herself for the jolt of energy about to enter her body.
Only it never came.
Already having her patience tested enough that night, she tapped her foot irritably, waiting for the magic to throb through her body and make her feel awake again.
It still never came.
Walking back over to the tree, she looked for an acorn closer to the oak and upon finding one, she walked in the opposite direction she had before, and planted the acorn. She closed her eyes…
And it still never came.
Tired as she was, she started to get a cold sweat in panic. This had never happened before…
Opening her communicator, she called the first speed dial. The familiar neigh came through on the other end, followed by a conceded, "Master Foaly speaking."
Holly rolled her eyes. "Foaly you know it's me. To be blunt, I have a problem."
On the other end of the line Foaly squinted painfully at the word 'problem'. "Holly I know you don't usually follow protocol, but I have a little rule that says 'no more than one tragic incident in the same night'."
"Me too, but…it's not tragic. I went to do the ritual and the acorns didn't work."
"That's impossible, they always work." He stated, clearly not believing her.
"But Foaly, I planted two, and nothing happened." She spoke slowly to get it through to him.
He sighed, burying his head in hands. When he spoke it came out as a muffled, "Send me a scan of your vitals through the helmet."
Holly did as she was told, then… "Done and done." She heard Foaly whistle as he scrolled through the readings, typed, clicked, gasped, clicked, clicked, clicked…wait gasped?
"Foaly what's wrong?" The cold sweat on the back of her neck was dripping of the ends of her grown out hair now. The panic was starting to get to her.
When he didn't answer, she asked again. "Foaly, what's wrong?"
He took a hard intake of breath when he finally stopped clicking. "Holly, how much juice is left in those wings?"
"Almost full; I did more of a running approach tonight…why?"
"I think you should take a trip to Ireland."
"Ireland? Foaly, do you want to start answering my questions?" She really wasn't appreciating the tone of seriousness in his voice.
"Ireland, Holly. I'll talk, you fly." And as she started up the silent engine to the new humming bird wings, she heard his hands flying across a keyboard frantically. Something was not right.
