The Fairy Hunters

By Donovan Galway

Feryl is back and Uriel's Gift has changed everything, but at what cost? Her father was murdered and she was left with her cold-hearted mother. Intelligent and fiercely driven Karen Gabriel began to suspect something was wrong when the people in her company started changing. The closer they were to the "project" the more listless and zombie-like they seemed. Some zeal had survived and it seemed aimed directly at her. Having served her purpose, she was expendable. but Karen Gabriel was no one to lose a fight without throwing a punch. Even the powerful mega-giant corporation could not intimidate her. They were too big to take on alone. She had to find their weakness and for this she would need an ally.
Enter private investigator Mike DeLago Hired by Ferly to uncover the truth surrounding her father's death, Mike became trapped in a stream of intrigue and murderous corruption. No one had ever hunted this quarry before and the devout loner would need help.
Mike knew what to look for thanks to the appearance of the mysterious and oddly persuasive stranger. Terrance was on a mission but even this resourceful hunter knew when he was outmatched. time and an unseen force stood between him and his quarry and the fate of the human race hung in the balance. Terrence took a step never before considered and recruited an ally.
The hunters were drawn together for one reason. Ferly had a fairy. Brace for a new level of excitement, danger, mystery and heart-warming emotion as the characters from the first book return on a mission to survive against all odds and find the last Fairy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Indigo Sea Press
• Release date: Nov 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9781938101779

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The Last Fairy Book I Uriel’s Gift

The Last Fairy Book II-The Fairy Hunters

The Last Fairy, Book III, Rain of Light

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The Last Fairy:

Fairy Hunters

A Tiny Tale of Magic and Murder

By

Donovan Galway

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Copyright 2014 by Donovan Galway

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The First Chapter

The transcontinental airliner flew over the rolling rainforests of Indonesia. After a brief layover in Kuala Lumpur, Ellen Stiles and her two children boarded a smaller jet to complete the final leg of their long journey. The plane was less than an hour from Sultan Ismail Airport just north of Johor Bahru, and the Stiles children were becoming anxious. Much of their trip from America had been at such a high altitude that nothing could be seen from the windows. Now they were able to look down on rolling hills covered with dense forests.

Is that our jungle, Mom? ten-year old Justin asked.

Chloe, two years younger than her brother, looked down over the Malaysian jungle. Is that where daddy lives?

Ellen glanced out the window and smiled. Yes, that is the jungle and no, Daddy doesn’t live in it. He works in the forests, but he lives in the city. It’s not all jungle. You’ll see.

There it is! Justin shouted excitedly, pointing just ahead of the plane.

His mother and sister saw what he had spotted. The lush forest ended. A distinct line marked the edge of the jungle and the beginning of a nearly barren landscape. The ground was brown and ugly, sparsely covered with straight dotted rows of tiny plants. As they flew on, the dots became slightly larger and were now visibly palm trees.

What happened to the trees? Chloe asked.

Daddy moved them, honey. The old trees got moved away to make room for these new trees. Aren’t they pretty?

Justin looked down with clear disappointment. Does dad think this forest is better?

Even from the elevated viewpoint, the razed forest spread out as far as they could see. No jungle was left, and the palm trees left in its place looked so unnaturally straight and perfectly spaced that even the children were unable to accept this seemingly endless farm as natural.

The main terminal at Sultan Ismail International Airport was continually busy. Aaron Stiles walked through the milling crowd toward the arrivals gate. His phone at his ear, Aaron glanced from the arrivals screen to his watch as he spoke.

The timetable was sent down from the head office. Your people need to be in gear.

I heard that, Stiles. Tell it to the tree huggers.

Where are they? How many? Talk to me. The screen told him his family would land in less than half an hour.

The construction foreman on the other end of the phone was in his tiny office, peering out the window. I count eighteen, mostly women. They’re all handcuffed together and blocking the first move.

Aaron slowed his gait. As though he had passed through an invisible sedative cloud, the senior manager struggled to care about the trees, the animals living in them or the people chained to them. Surely something there mattered. What was it? He struggled to remember what had caused him to care. A glance around him reminded him that he was in an airport which led to the impending arrival of his family. He had not seen them for more than a year. This must be the important thing.

Go around them.

No can do, the foreman replied. They’re spanning the road.

So go down the road. They’ll move.

Just go? What if they don’t?

Aaron saw a notice on the board that his family’s flight was arriving ahead of schedule. Bill. Would you feel bad if someone threw themselves in front of a truck?

Um. Sure?

So feel bad. Just go.

You’re saying run over them?

No. The head office is saying ‘Drive the dozers down that road.’ I’m just repeating it. A few of those idiots might choose to sit in front of a bulldozer, but I’ve never heard of anybody doing that twice. Go, Bill.

The plane landed half an hour early, and Aaron was at the gate when his two children ran to him.

Daddy! they shouted in unison.

Ellen let them have first rights and looked for the joy in Aaron’s face, but was slightly surprised to see only a faint smile that seemed forced. She approached, hoping for more, but her greeting was only marginally better. She put her arms around him and hugged him.

Aaron reciprocated as he knew he should. Hey! Good to see you.

Good? Ellen challenged, pulling back from him. Just good?

Um. Really good?

Not a tearful ‘I missed you’? Not ‘look at how you’ve grown’? she asked, gesturing toward the children.

Sorry, Hon. I’m just tired. You know I’m glad to see you.

Well, try to act like it, Aaron. We’re the ones with jet lag, you know.

I know. Come on. Let’s get your stuff. Aaron knew his response was wrong, yet it was the best he could muster. He hugged his family again and led them to the baggage claim area.

His work continued close to the land where an ancient jungle had once held a civilization of life-giving mosses and algae. The trees gave off some oxygen, but it was this web of vines and plants that provided a large portion of the oxygen desperately needed by the human race. The palm trees Aaron Stiles replaced the bulldozed rainforest with gave off virtually nothing in comparison.

There were still places around the world where trees still stood and gave life. One lone tree did more than a mile of forest because it was the only tree in its tiny world. It stood and leaned over the small pool of water, surrounded by a thin layer of green moss. The air was still and fresh and safe from the toxins and impurities that strangled the natural world.

Pamela knelt next to the glass dome and stared at the tiny microcosm her daughter had created. Grass, moss and leaves and a bed of rich soil seemed so natural. The miniature landscape seemed so perfect she half expected a rainbow. Any mother would look upon such an accomplishment with pride in her child, but Pamela felt mixed emotions. How could she have a daughter capable of such things and know so little about her? What else could she do? What kind of mother could turn her back on such an amazing child?

Feryl came home from school and stopped by the kitchen for a snack. It was just one of the many things she had seen kids on television shows do for years and longed for the day she could indulge in such normality. She pushed the tiny plastic straw into her juice box and sucked in a bit of the fruit-flavored drink.

"Get her out of here."

Feryl turned and listened, but it took only a second to realize that the voice she heard was not spoken aloud. She moved quickly but quietly up the stairs to her room. Creeping up to the door, she slowly put her head around the jam and peered in. Her mother was kneeling on the floor with her back to the door. Hunched over the dome, she seemed to be doing nothing but looking. She did not touch it or move it. She simply looked.

Without turning, Pamela spoke aloud, You’re very special. You know that, don’t you?

Feryl looked at the dome, waiting for her fairy to reply. Pamela turned and looked over her shoulder at Feryl. You truly are, Feryl. This little bio-dome is amazing.

Are you talking to…? How did you know I was here?

Her mother turned and sat cross-legged on the floor. I could just feel you.

Me? You? Feel? You’re joking me.

Pamela smiled. "No, silly. I’m not joking you. I’m your mother."

Feryl could do nothing more than stare in amazement.

Well, I am. She patted the floor in front of her, summoning Feryl to join her.

Feryl cautiously sat near her on the floor. So, not to be rude or anything, but how come you’re in here?

I was just cleaning up. Clothes and dusting… I couldn’t help looking at your science project. It’s very impressive.

For a baby?

No. Of course I don’t think you an infant, Feryl. To the contrary, you’ve become quite a young lady. I’m just sorry I missed it.

Missed what, Mom? I spent my whole life in a bubble.

And I thought about it all the time. It wasn’t easy for me.

You?

I know, I know. I didn’t mean that.

So why… I mean, since we’re all baring our souls and stuff… Why are you so… you know?

Pamela fought the urge to be defensive. Feryl was reaching out to her for the first time in her life. I wish I knew. I try to just go through life like anyone else, but then someone challenges me or tells me I can’t have something or do something, and, I don’t know, something snaps in me, and I don’t just want to win. I need to crush them. They need to be sorry they ever crossed me, and everyone around them needs to see it and be glad it wasn’t them.

Feryl listened to the tale and watched Pamela wringing her hands as though strangling her adversaries. Now see, this is why we don’t talk.

Oh, my God. I can’t even have a simple conversation without it turning into a contest?

No. I think it was just something you needed to get out. Feel better?

All of the pride Pamela had felt over Feryl building the dome was dwarfed in comparison to what she felt at that moment. Yes, Sweetheart, I do. She stood and left Feryl with a reminder to get her homework finished before supper.

She was down the stairs before Feryl dared look at Uriel. Are you okay?

Uriel sat up under her tiny tree. That was draining, but yes. I survived her.

She can really be… Hey. How did I hear you from downstairs?

I wanted you to.

That’s all it takes?

You have to want to. When we’re in tune, it gets easier. Haven’t you noticed?

What?

You’re looking at me without the shard. You can see me.

Feryl only just realized she was right. The shard was still in the jewelry box. Cool. How am I doing this?

You know what to look for.

Does this mean you’re getting well? Is the dome working?

"The dome is working far better than I would have believed. Almost