By Chelsea/DragonSlayerGal
The time in the story is 782,000 B.C. Remember that!
A small fairy with a blue police cap entered the courtroom dragging along the defendants, literally.
He had each of them by one leg and was struggling to keep hold. The two of them were generally alike. They had blue skin and black hair; mostly everything about them was dark or had no real colour.
One was female and the other a male. The male had dark green eyes and was currently trying to scheme a way out of this mess. The female's dark brown eyes scanned the room looking for an escape route in the meanwhile.
"Ahem!" boomed the massive fairy in the center of the courtroom.
" J…Jorgen v…v…von St…Strangle?" stuttered the tiny police fairy.
" No need to introduce the anti-fairy convicts. I already know them…" stated Jorgen drearily.
" Yup!" shouted the female anti-fairy, waving her hands in the air.
" Stow it! I don't want to get into more trouble until we get out of this!" hissed the British anti-fairy next to her, clapping a hand over her mouth.
" Anti-Cosmo! We can't get into more trouble!" she answered, her words slurred from his hand being pressed over her mouth.
" I dare say your right! But I won't take that chance." Replied anti-Cosmo, implying something that anti-Chelsea didn't know.
" What do you mean?" asked anti-Chelsea taking the hint.
" That is enough! What are they in for now!" shouted Jorgen.
" Keep yer pants on, sissy! We haven't done any thing!" shouted anti-Chelsea back.
Jorgen walked over and grabbed the helpless and hapless anti-fairy by her wings. He pulled her up too his eye level and yelled "THIS IS A COURT ROOM! ONLY PEOPLE CONVICTED GET SENT HERE!"
" WELL, GOD, MAKE ME DEAF!" she shouted right back. She covered her pointed ears as she kicked him really hard in his groin. Immediately he dropped to the ground cupping him self.
Chelsea gave off a faint snicker as every one rushed forward to either help Jorgen or handcuff her.
Her British cohort wasn't looking very delightful. He new what was coming next. If they had managed to get out of the snag they were in, it would have been a miracle. He started having second thoughts about creating an Ice age…
" Chelsea!" said anti-Cosmo in a harsh whisper. " What are you thinking?"
" I am thinking I maybe have crushed his balls!" she answered with a smile.
" Stop thinking."
" Let me think about that for a minute."
Suddenly Jorgen let out a ferocious roar and aimed his wand at the two ill-fated anti-fairies. His eyes blazed with detestation as he let loose his spell on them. Both screamed in excruciating pain as the spell sucked their power dry.
Two minutes later two weak, wingless and powerless anti-fairies fell to the ground.
" Ow…" stated the dazed anti-Chelsea
Jorgen laughed at the two helpless anti-fairies. He had sucked all their magic away and zapped their wings. They now looked like two ten-year-old human kids with pointed ears.
" Your punishment," stated the excessively contented Jorgen. " Is fifty years of being humans on earth!"
" What?!" shouted both anti-fairies in union. Both knew this was the worst sentence that has ever existed in the record of fairy history. And they just got it…
" But, its cold down there!" anti-Chelsea protested.
" Tuff." Was Jorgen's abrupt answer.
With that he zapped the two hapless anti-fairies/ humans to earth.
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" I'm cold," stated anti-Chelsea hugging herself for warmth.
"Stow it." Said anti-Cosmo shivering next to her.
The two of them had been sent down to earth in the middle of a field. The fairies, even know they hated anti-fairies, had sent them down with heavy buffalo skin coats with polar bear trimming, the same kind of fur pants, wolf skin hats, hard durable seal skin boots and gloves and a deer skin rucksack of preparations.
The majority of the stuff they had kept them warm. Yet, the stuff wasn't meant for being in the middle of a blizzard, so they were chilled.
Anti-Chelsea batted around the fuzzy polar bear trimming on her wrist.
" Hey anti—err I mean Cosmo. Why did they send us with these fancy coats?"
" This is going to be a long fifty years…" stated anti-Cosmo bleakly, staring at the snowy terrain.
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R&R if you will!