The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux
A light weight fantasy, plenty of romance and humor. We will see how you like it.
Pemberley
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Eight-year-old William Darcy was walking by a stream in Pemberley. George was ahead, throwing rocks into the water, when William saw a small bird in pain. One of George's rocks had injured it. William ran to pick up the small bird, but when he held it on his hand, the bird changed into small man. William thought he found a fairy. His daddy had told him fairies were real, claiming he had seen them more than once in Pemberley. His mother reprimanded him for filling his son's head with nonsense.
But looking closer, it was not a man, but a female dressed in men's trousers.
"Who are you?" William asked.
"I don't know. I cannot remember." George had hit the fairy's head. That was George for you; he had a streak of meanness, often practicing his aim on small animals. On occasion, he practiced on the horses and other larger animals. The dogs and cats disliked the mean blond boy.
William felt bad for George, his authoritarian parents were harsh, often beating him for the slightest infractions. William tried his best to be kind and a friend, but George wasn't receptive.
"Please hide me, your friend is mean, I can sense it. I remember I came here to…no, I am not sure." The fairy told him.
William noticed the fairy was pregnant, so he hid her, but within a few hours, she died. When she died the baby appeared outside by her side. William was eight and cried non-stop, like he had lost someone dear. He mourned her for a long time. He took an ivory box from a display cabinet, took a small velvet square to wrap the fairy and placed her inside the box he sealed with wax. Then took the fairy's body in the basement, where they kept the ice. He hid the box inside a niche behind the ice, placing a couple rocks to hide it. He wasn't sure why he did it; it was like he was told.
Even more amazing, William had kept the baby in a small box he fixed like a crib, feeding the baby the nectar of flowers, by squeezing them. He had no idea how he knew it.
By night time, the baby grew up, like he had never been a baby. William figured it was magic, so the child would survive; he was Darcy's age. From then on, Fi, the fairy child, a male who chose his name, stayed with William. They visited the stream daily, hoping to find his family, but thus far it hadn't happened. Fi never grew up past that age. The eight-years-old Fairy looked like a young human with green hair, purple eyes, and translucent wings. The wings were unusual, like his mother's. They would come and go as Fi wished, but he hid in William's pocket most of the time.
Fi called William, dad, or daddy. William loved Fi, and their mutual love was unconditional; to William, Fi was his son. Fi liked kisses and hand hugs. But Fi disliked George, his mother's killer. Fi could see saw the dark streak running along George's body, starting on his head. William had an idea, maybe the parents had damaged him during a beating.
One day when he was nearly 12, Fi went over George's head and touched it. Something came out, falling on the ground, and George fainted.
William looked, "Fi, it looks like a marble."
Fi sighed, "No, it is old blood. I thought he had evil inside but he didn't, too bad, he is hopeless." William wasn't so sure.
a/n I am starting delete stories. Some will never be republished. I will expand a few of them start by No Pride, Darcy's Wife, and Proud and Prejudice. All of them will have changes. I am not sure about the access, I am not doing Kindle, at least not now. We will see,