Fairies : Dragons, Wolves, Hawks, Eagles and Villagers

It was two weeks now since Mystica had rescued the little fairy girl she had named Fauna. It had been a wonderful two weeks for Fauna, and for the other fairy girls that she had rescued. After Fauna had arrived, all the animals began to come out into the clearing and play with the girls. They played hide and seek. Tag. And even “Marco Polo” in the lake. The best was watching them play “Simon Says”. Have you ever seen an Alpha Wolf play that?

Mystica had a dream the night before. When the white magic had spoken to her. And told her she would be visited by a group of people from the few villages that she had helped. The villages that helped her, and the children that she cared for.

While the girls were playing, with a few humming birds that were making letters in the air as Musica played her flute, that group of villagers arrived. They walked into the clearing from the north, where the river flowed out of the lake. Mystica met them, and welcomed them to her home.

The girls had set up a little table in the clearing, underneath the shade of a big old tree. There were drinks there, and lots of different berries you could eat. Blueberries. Blackberries. Strawberries. Raspberries. It was a very pleasant little table to spend time at. And that’s just what the visitors and Mystica did. Mystica was dressed in solid white. A white corset, tucked in snugly, highlighting the curves of her body. And a white skirt. Long and flowing. Almost reaching the ground. Her skirt had a single slit in it, that reached well up it’s length. And that slit showed off her leg very well indeed. Her hair was brushed out, so that it all ran down her back, reaching almost to her waist. She held her wooden staff, with the crystal ball on it. That staff was tall. So that the ball was well above her head.

She welcomed her guests, and offered them berries and drinks. Water from the lake. A nice herbal tea that she’d learned how to make. Pear and peach juices too. Her visitors graciously accepted the refreshments she offered them.

In a bit, they began to talk with Mystica. About the threats they had received from other villages. How the other villages had banded together, and were not demanding they they sever all their ties with Mystica and her friends. And if they didn’t, then their own villages would be attacked. They would pay for being friends with the White Witch.

Mystica spoke very calmly and reassuringly. Informing her friends from the villages that she had taken care of them before. And she would take care of them now. Then she turned and looked at Merlin.

And Merlin walked out of the blackness of the shadows of the trees. All the villagers got to their feet. They were very much nervous, and scared, to be so close to a dragon of any kind. Dragons, after all, were very dangerous things. And even though this one, when standing up, barley reached Mystica’s waist, they could all see the ancient power that Merlin commanded.

Merlin spoke, quietly, “As you have requested, my friend.” Then, he looked to the sky, and he screamed. His voice sounded just like sheets of metal being torn in half, time and time again. It instilled cold fear in the villagers. It was as if the sky, and the clouds both acknowledge that it was Merlin that was the source of the scream.

When the scream was done, the villagers were even more stunned. Because there was an answer. A scream from another dragon. A scream that was well known in the Northern Forests. The scream of the terrible dragon known only as Scream. It was followed by the sound of wings, throwing the air around. And then, by Scream himself, coming in low, just above the trees, right over the lake, and landing in the clearing.

The villagers were very much surprised when they saw Musica race across the clearing. They watched as Scream crouched down as low as he could, and extended his long neck. And they watched as Musica did her very best to hug that dragon’s neck.

Merlin spoke once more. In a quite voice that oozed the power of the black magic that was his. “Scream has agreed with my request. He, and the other dragons, will protect your villages.”

It wasn’t long at all before at least a half a dozen dragons flew over the lake, at least two dragons heading toward each of the villages that were friendly with the White Witch and her children. The villagers were shocked. Because they never thought that dragons would protect them.

And that’s when little Rose flicked her little wings, and floated across the clearing, right up to Mystica. “Momma,” she said. “The wolves, and the eagles, and the hawks have all said to me today that they’ll help take care of the villages too.”

Mystica had smiled. And at that time, an alpha wolf had walked into the clearing. Rose has spoken once again, “Hi, Mr. Wolf.” She’s flown right up to him, and scratched him right behind his ears. The alpha wolf had yapped, just like a dog would. And when he did, a full group of wolves, nearly 30 of them, stepped out of the trees.

Mystica had let the villagers know that the wolves would escort them to their homes, making sure they got there safely.

And so it was that the preparations for the coming battles with the villagers began. Mystica and her little girls had all agreed that they would take care of their friends in the villages that helped them. It was something new. Something the villagers had never expected. Something that had never happened as far as anyone knew. When villagers, dragons, fairies, hawks and eagles would all fight together.

For each of them knew in their hearts that Mystica was good. That she’d helped all of them. And now, they would help her too.

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