The Wishing Map 25

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The Wishing Map

Chapter Seven: B’frona (Continued)

Previously: Gina unwittingly adopted a dragon and destroyed a sacred pixie temple, deeply offending both the millboy B’frona and Jenblevó, the pixie prince.

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The rash-but-courageous Jenblevó was trailed by his portly nurse, three frightened-but-willing comrades, the darkly ravishing Princess Feyrdú, and a regal-looking older couple.

Jenblevó’s charge was halted by the sound of the little dragon. It had opened its eyes the moment its head hit the ground, and was now emitting a series of pitiful bleats.

A descant of “awwwwws” arose from the greenery. Gina patted her knee. The dragonlet ambled over and leaned against her leg. She scratched between its soft, crimped ears, and it began to sing. Its enchanting saxophonic purr filled the glade. The pixies all sat down at once, as if the melody had made them too weak to stand. The only sound in the entire forest for several minutes was the dragon’s song. In the same way the forest reflected light, it now reflected the creature’s voice: the sound echoed off every tree, every leaf. It was no longer possible to tell where the sound was coming from; it had become the forest’s song, and there was no other voice.

Except B’frona’s.

“You’ve s-s-s-stolen my dragon! You’ve stolen my dragon and made yourself d-d-d-dragonmeer. I was the one. I was supposed to be dragonfaer!”

“What?” Gina answered. “I don’t care. You can be its dragon thingy if you want. Or we can both be—“

“Nooooo!” For the first time he sounded as young as he looked. “Only one person can adopt a dragon. Only one person can become dragonfaer or dragonmeer!”

“Well, maybe I could give him back to—“

“No, you b-b-brainless girl! A dragonmeer is forever!”

“It’s true!” the pixies rejoined.

“Heartless human! You are too stupid to die!” added Jenblevó.

And then Gina remembered the dream, or what she’d thought was a dream. “That’s right. Rhema said that—“

There was a collective gasp. The little pixie king stepped forward. He beckoned to a servant, who lifted a funnel-shaped flower in front of him. It amplified his voice quite effectively: “You have spoken to the Faerie Queen?”

“Um, well, yeah, I think so…I mean, yeah, I did, last night. She said that when I sang to the dragon I took a step I couldn’t ‘untake.’ Then she said my life would be ‘tied to his,’ and that ‘what he becomes’ will be part of ‘what I am.’”

“This was truly the voice of the Fae te Lurá!” the king declared. The crowd responded with reverent silence, the workers doffing their hardhats.

“You don’t even know what you’ve done, do you?” asked B’frona. “How can you not know what it means to be a dragonmeer?”

“Well, I…” What have I gotten myself into?

“Dragonmeer or not, she destroyed the Stone Circle!” Jenblevó shouted.

“Hush, Lord Blevy!” hissed the plump little nurse.

“No! Uol will not be mocked! She will die a thousand, thousand piercings!” He raised his goose quill lance over his head. The dark-haired princess stepped up beside him, wielding a wasp-tail dagger, looking equally maleficent.

“Wait!” Gina said. “I could…” She bent over and picked up a brick-sized stone, and placed it on end. “Um, this goes here, right?”

There was a gasp from the crowd, now swollen to several hundred.

“A little to the right,” the king corrected.

Gina moved it over. “And this one goes here?” She placed another stone about ten inches away from it.

“Yes,” said the little king. “Perfect.”

“And this one goes on top?” She placed a longer, flatter stone across the tops of the first two.

A rumble of recognition began to build in the crowd.

“And this one goes…?”

“Here,” the little king said, patting the proper place with his slippered toe.

Within five minutes, Gina had reassembled the Sacred Circle. When she finished, she was standing just outside it. With the little dragon at her side, she bowed deeply, using the Elizabethan curtsey she’d learned during The Taming of the Shrew, and then got down on one knee in front of the miniscule monarch and recited, “I humbly beg your forgiveness ‘and place my hand beneath your kingly foot; in token of which duty, if you please, my hand is ready, may it do you ease.’” She put her right hand on the ground in front of the king. It was nearly twice his size. With some effort, he managed to lift his foot onto her index finger.

He was utterly enchanted: “Only Uol forgives sins, gracious girl, but we forgive the rest and offer you our tender regard.”

The Queen was less impressed, but joined the crowd in a hearty round of, “Çsëláh! Çsëláh!” the traditional (and unless you’re a pixie, unpronounceable) pixie salutation.

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Thoughts: Have you ever committed yourself to something without realizing it would permanently alter the course of your life?

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7 Responses to The Wishing Map 25

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  3. Matilda Novak says:

    I am so enjoying this, Mitch!
    Truly looking forward to seeing it progress to book and then film….
    I just caught up through about 6 segments, and am as impressed as ever!
    Blessings on you my friend, in all you do….

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  4. mitchteemley says:

    And I am so enjoying your kind words, Matilda! ;>)


  5. mitchteemley says:

    Reblogged this on Mitch Teemley and commented:

    Have you ever committed yourself to something without realizing it would permanently alter the course of your life?


  6. smzang says:

    25 is my favorite so far, I’m working my way to 72

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  7. Pingback: Commitment Takes Courage | Mitch Teemley

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