March 30, 2017 | Posted in The Mermaid & The WolF Adventures
It seemed like a good idea at the start. Now, though, as MeaZea approaches the surface of the lake, she can’t help but be concerned. What’s happened in her absence? Is WooFZee okay? How is she supposed to show this strange creation that the moon faeries are good creatures?
She glances over her shoulder. Strands of golden dust follow her. It chases after her, spreading out, until the entire lake is filled up with color.
It smells like hope, and freedom, and burning things.
MeaZea has never hated a smell before. She’s grateful to burst out of the water, lunging at the edge of the lake. Her arms scrabble for a grip on the darkness. It feels like stone under her palms. “WooFZee! Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” snarls WooFZee. He’s panting but unhurt. His size and speed has made it relatively easy to continuously avoid the small creatures. But it’s obvious that he’s growing tired and won’t be able to keep this up for much longer.
MeaZea gives a sigh of relief. “Alright. Just hang on! I’ve got this!” She looks over her shoulder. “Alright, Star Fire. Change them back. Let me prove to you that they’re good people!”
I will, answers the Star Fire. And then, much to MeaZea and WooFZee’s surprise, the golden dust surges out onto land! It takes the form of a golden chimera – a creature made up of several different animals. It has the head of a female lion, the body of a goat, and the tail of a serpent. The image has no define lines. It’s body blurs together, a mess of unrefined shapes and disconnected feelings.
The Star Fire opens its mouth – her mouth – and roars.
The sound takes on a physical shape. It wraps around each moon faerie, completely enveloping them in golden light. When the shimmering, glittering light clears, the deformed creatures are gone. Instead, the moon faeries have returned to their original forms. Their bodies are petite, these black shapes that are covered with the constellations. White hair hangs over their shoulders, white eyes stare out at the water in amazement.
Their fangs and claws have vanished. Humanity has once more settled over their minds. Slowly, a faerie steps forward. It’s clear that she’s meant to be the leader of the group. Her voice is soft, like the music from a wind up jewelry box. “What happened?”
MeaZea gives the little faerie a hesitant smile. “You’re back. I’m so glad!”
Be quick, says the Star Fire. Prove to me that I was wrong.
“You were wrong,” says MeaZea, without hesitation. She stretches out one hand, fingers reaching for the leader of the moon fae. “You must hurry. Prove that you’re good, that your hearts are pure!”
Katelynn E Koontz – Author