Feelied

By Jeffrey Arrington

Have you ever wondered what exactly is the difference between fairies and pixies? Wonder no more! In this tale of war,romance, deception, corruption, and intrigue, we will explore that and more.
This tale follows the war between the fairies and the pixies from two perspectives; that of Fay, a young fairy woman caught up in a forbidden romance; and that of Foster, a captain in the army of Fayreich, land of the fairies.

Word-count: 11,500

If this story interests you, be sure to check out Feelied: Anthology for this story and nine others like it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Dec 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781312757622

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Feelied

Feelied: Fairies and Pixies

Chapter 1; Fly the Golden-Banner

There are fairies and there are pixies. a woman said to her daughter

We are fairies, pale and beautiful. Pixies are blue, and mean. We don't like pixies. an opinion which would be reinforced countless times from that day on.

Why are they blue the daughter asked

I don't know, but that's not all... they have black hair -that they cut!

The little girl jumped in terror, cutting one's hair was never done willingly in fairy culture.

They pierce themselves too. Oh how painful! the little girl gasped as the mother put her hand above her forehead in mock-suffering. Having had her fun, the mother giggled aloud to relieve her daughter’s tension.

And this, my dear daughter is the Great Branch. she said as they walked out from the stairwell,

through a mighty, tall arch that was hewn thousands of years ago, and onto the ancient, carved walkway.

The carvings on the floor are pretty. the girl said to her mother in a squeaky little voice.

They are the runes of old. This pathway actually tells a story she said smiling That is why it is called the 'Erzyweg' which, in the old-tongue means 'story way' the mother told this to her child in

the loving way a story teller would relate a fond tale to a young listener who had never heard it before.

Wow the young girl said in admiration How old do you think it is? the girl asked with a twinkle in her eye.

Older than you. *humph* even older than me the fairy woman told her daughter.

That is old! the little girl said with a wild look on her face.

Ha-ha, older than you know. said the mother affectionately.

Then, as they entered the grand plaza, a young girl cried out;

Look! Up there! she was waving her arm and pointing her finger at a dark blue entity flying through the air.

Pixie! someone in the crowd yelled.

It was, as sure as day, a pixie carrying two torches and a cauldron on his back. He landed head first into one of the two great hollowed-out standing-twigs that went straight up from the great branch and that the great branch was famous for.

Moments later; the twig went up in flames and before long a second pixie had flown into the other one of the hollowed out twigs and it caught fire also.

They saw one fairy jump out from a window, for only a brief moment they expected him to glide safely down to the ground; only, he couldn't because his wing were on fire.

The crowd looked on in horror as they saw him fall helplessly to his death, and heard his agonizing

cry that was painful and pitiful to listen to, for it was hard to believe that people could produce a wailing in that loud a decibel, and in a pitch so high.

A few fairies managed to escape the burning twigs unhurt but many more were burned alive; or,

crushed to death when the smoldering structures fell over, as the interior was mostly ashes; the wood remaining at the base was not enough to support the weight of the twigs and, a short time apart, the once iconic twigs broke and fell over onto bystanders and smaller structures. All of Fayreich