Ringleys Wish: The Discovery
Ringleys yawned and pulled his covers closer around him. He wasn't getting up until he was . . . "
Suddenly, their door slammed open, and Kitchel walked.
"Up and at em Thatz, Ringleys!" she shouted. "We've got to get going!"
Ringleys groaned, and accepting the inevitable, got up.
"Morning Kitchel" he said, rubbing his eyes and flying towards the girl.
But Kitchel wasn't listening. "Hey, where's Thatz?"
Ringley's blinked, and looked at Thatz's bed. Sure enough, it seemed empty. "He's not here? I didn't hear him get up."
"The two of you could sleep through a demon attack" Kitchel grumbled, walking over and sitting on the bed. "But his swords still here . . . "
* * *
Just then, she heard something that sounded like a mix between an insult and a cry of pain, coming from underneath her!
"What was that?" Ringleys squeaked, flying to Kitchels shoulder as she jumped up.
"Wasn't me!" Kitchel defended, and hesitating for a short second, flicked the covers back.
What they saw made their eyes bug out of their sockets.
* * *
Thatz groaned, prying his body from the imprint. It felt like Earth Dragon had just stood on him. Strangely enough, it didn't hurt as much as he had expected, and he felt lighter somehow . . .
It was then he heard Kitchel's voice.
"Th-Thatz?"
Thatz turned to face the thief. "What Ki . . . " he trailed off.
"AHHH! You're giant" he shrieked.
"Me? Oh no, one of us has changed but it aint me!" Kitchel answered, grabbing Thatz in her hand and taking him to the mirror.
"Hey! Let go! What are y . . . " Thatz's mouth dropped open as Kitchel opened her palm so Thatz could see himself.
* * *
He was only a few inches taller than Ringleys, if that! Fortunately, his clothes had seemingly shrunk as well, including some items he was sure he hadn't been wearing when he went to sleep. His boots for example.
But the biggest difference had to be the pair of clear wings on his back. Thatz forced his mouth to move.
"I'm a faerie?!" he gaped, and remembered last night . . .
**Ringleys shook his head. "I just feel so alone. I wish you were a faerie. You'd be a great faerie."**
And Ringleys had been sitting on the . . .
"RINGLEYS!"
To be continued . . .
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Just a question, how do you spell Kitchel's name? So far, she's been called Kitchell, Kitchuel, and Kitchel (Kitchel more than others); they just can't seem to decide!
Ringleys yawned and pulled his covers closer around him. He wasn't getting up until he was . . . "
Suddenly, their door slammed open, and Kitchel walked.
"Up and at em Thatz, Ringleys!" she shouted. "We've got to get going!"
Ringleys groaned, and accepting the inevitable, got up.
"Morning Kitchel" he said, rubbing his eyes and flying towards the girl.
But Kitchel wasn't listening. "Hey, where's Thatz?"
Ringley's blinked, and looked at Thatz's bed. Sure enough, it seemed empty. "He's not here? I didn't hear him get up."
"The two of you could sleep through a demon attack" Kitchel grumbled, walking over and sitting on the bed. "But his swords still here . . . "
* * *
Just then, she heard something that sounded like a mix between an insult and a cry of pain, coming from underneath her!
"What was that?" Ringleys squeaked, flying to Kitchels shoulder as she jumped up.
"Wasn't me!" Kitchel defended, and hesitating for a short second, flicked the covers back.
What they saw made their eyes bug out of their sockets.
* * *
Thatz groaned, prying his body from the imprint. It felt like Earth Dragon had just stood on him. Strangely enough, it didn't hurt as much as he had expected, and he felt lighter somehow . . .
It was then he heard Kitchel's voice.
"Th-Thatz?"
Thatz turned to face the thief. "What Ki . . . " he trailed off.
"AHHH! You're giant" he shrieked.
"Me? Oh no, one of us has changed but it aint me!" Kitchel answered, grabbing Thatz in her hand and taking him to the mirror.
"Hey! Let go! What are y . . . " Thatz's mouth dropped open as Kitchel opened her palm so Thatz could see himself.
* * *
He was only a few inches taller than Ringleys, if that! Fortunately, his clothes had seemingly shrunk as well, including some items he was sure he hadn't been wearing when he went to sleep. His boots for example.
But the biggest difference had to be the pair of clear wings on his back. Thatz forced his mouth to move.
"I'm a faerie?!" he gaped, and remembered last night . . .
**Ringleys shook his head. "I just feel so alone. I wish you were a faerie. You'd be a great faerie."**
And Ringleys had been sitting on the . . .
"RINGLEYS!"
To be continued . . .
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Just a question, how do you spell Kitchel's name? So far, she's been called Kitchell, Kitchuel, and Kitchel (Kitchel more than others); they just can't seem to decide!