The King's Pixie: Kingdom of Fae

By F.L. Jordan

Take a leap back in time to learn the tragic story of Tourken's youth. The impressive familiar who helped guide Owen to his rightful place as King of the Fae wasn't always so free. Born in a lab as an experiment for war, his past is full of pain and secrets. Secrets that could effect his now happy life. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: F.L. Jordan
• Release date: Dec 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201765644

F.L. Jordan

Frances has always enjoyed writing. Be it in her free time, for 4-H competitions, or when she should have been paying attention in class, her pen has been run dry of ink with her imagination since childhood. Anything to escape the monotonous rows of corn and beans growing in her Indiana home. Fairies, dragons, and people of mysterious power have always been in the frontline of her musings. Now, as an adult, she enjoys spending time with her husband and their menagerie of animals on their small farm. The busy summer days keep writing on the back burner, but those long winter nights allow the creativity to flow.  Take a crack at one of her tales and step into a new word full of creative chaos.

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Chapter 1

Iwas cold, alone, and hungry. I had just started eating solid foods when Mother disappeared. That was days ago. My throat hurt from calling for her. I was scared. I didn’t like being alone. I wanted my mom. I tried one more time to call for her, but I couldn’t. My voice was gone from the exertion. I laid down on the cold smooth floor of our nest and cried silent painful tears. I was so hungry. Where was my mom? Did she abandon me?

As my tears quieted something fell into the nest with me. I couldn’t see very well. My eyes weren’t fully developed yet. Whatever the thing was, it smelled of food. It was small and dark. I reached for it, scarfing the small crunchy thing down as fast as I could. Within seconds I was sick. My stomach was not only extremely empty, but I also wasn’t used to such foods.

I vomited, the intense action wracking my frail, infantile body to the point of pain. More tears, more fear. I crawled to a spot in our nest where I could feel the walls on both sides of me and curled into it. The touch felt like my mother was protecting me again, even though the walls were hard and cold. It was better than feeling alone.

Suddenly the nest shook and made an awful sound. I curled into myself tighter, hoping that whatever predator had found me would do me the honor of eating me whole. I didn’t want to be chewed.

As a new smell filled the nest I began to feel more comfortable. I didn’t know what it was that was in there with me, but I didn’t want it to go away. I uncurled and saw something large and bluish in color moving about the nest. I crawled towards it, begging in my raspy pixie voice for help, but before I could reach it, it was gone. I could no longer smell my vomit, but there was a new crunchy thing there. I nibbled this one slowly and was able to keep it down.

My nest shook again and suddenly I smelled water. Following the scent, I found the source. It was some strange thing that stuck out along the inside of the nest. It was long and smooth, but rounded at the end. That’s where the water smelled the strongest, so I licked it, hoping beyond hope that water would be there. It was, and the cool droplet soothed my aching throat. I licked it until I was exhausted. With my belly full, I curled up against the walls again and fell asleep.

The days passed faster now that I had something to look forward to. The thing visited my nest several times to bring me food. Soon my eyes developed and I could see that the thing was actually a smaller part of something larger. The large thing spoke in deep tones and words I was not familiar with, but I wasn’t scared of it. It brought me food, why would I fear it?

One day, when the thing opened my nest and deposited several crunchies, I decided I wanted to say hello. I crawled to it with confidence and gently set my hand on it. It felt strange, almost like the bluish skin it wore wasn’t its own. It gently brushed me to the side and retreated through the top of my nest. The next day I decided to try again, sinking my small claws into its strange blue flesh so I could hold onto it. This time the thing slammed into me, throwing me against the side of my nest before leaving quickly.

It didn’t bring me any more food after that. It just stared down at me through the walls of my nest, its large green eyes full of some emotion I couldn’t place, but knew wasn’t friendly. I still didn’t fear it, though. It felt impossible to fear this creature.

After several days of nothing but water to fill my stomach, the thing finally provided me with food. I stayed in the corner of my nest this time, just watching it as it watched me. When it had left my nest I cautiously approached the pile of crunchies, my eyes never breaking contact from the creature. I ate my food slowly, even though I was starving. The thing found this interesting and scratched some markings onto a white board before walking away.

That night I decided to climb to the top of my nest and investigate the opening. I saw that the nest had a definite separation, but the part of it that opened was held closed by something.  I could get my arm through the fine mesh of the nest enough to feel that the thing holding it closed could move. I then proceeded to fight with it most of the night in an attempt to get it open.

I had just gotten the blockage to move out of the way as bright light flashed, signaling a new day. To my great displeasure, one of the large beasts saw what I was doing and slammed the nest’s opening closed the second I’d started to open it. The force they’d used caused me to lose my grip on the side of the nest and I fell, but my arm was stuck in the mesh. As I struggled to free myself, the beast just watched me, scratching markings down on the board.

After a few seconds I regained my hold on the nest wall and was able to pull my arm free before dropping down to the floor. I was bleeding, and my arm ached from the fresh wound. The mesh of my nest had cut my arm during my struggle, and that thing  was just watching me. It wasn’t there to help me. If it was, wouldn’t it have let me out? Wouldn’t it have offered to fix my wounds? As we stared at each other in that moment, I decided I was going to do everything I could to get out. I may have been born in this nest, but it wasn’t meant to be my prison. I had wings, I was meant to fly!

I hissed at the monster and it smiled, calling another beast over to gawk at me. That was the day I realised my nest was actually a cage.

I spent the next night fighting with the opening, getting it open much faster now that I knew how. As I crawled out of the cage I tested my wings. I’d never tried to use them before, they were weak, but I could hook them together. I looked about and saw that there were other cages nearby. Taking a running start I leapt from my cage, gliding wobbly through the air and landing hard atop the cage beside mine. A small purple pixie lay at the bottom, frightened by the sudden movement of their home. It wasn’t much older than me.

Hey! I called down to it, "What’s your