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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: The Writer's Life (05/13/10)

TITLE: Prodigal's Doom
By Amber S.





Crickets. I sighed. “Tiff?”


I checked off the last one, morning roll call finished.

“Hey!” Cheri, a young fire faerie, landed on my shoulder and squeaked into my ear. “Can you get some honey out for us? I don't wanna get stuck again.” She wrinkled her freckled snub nose.

I chuckled and walked into the kitchen. The faeries all sat in a circle on the counter next to the honey jar, munching their breakfasts.

Cheri flitted off my shoulder and landed next to Jinx, the steampunk faerie who was my current favorite. She glanced up, adjusted her top hat, and went back to her meal without anymore ceremony.

Cheri bounced over Jinx's outstretched legs and plopped down while I unscrewed the lid of the honey jar.

The only good side to waking up at six in the morning is that my family is asleep and I can mess around with the honey jar as much as I want without them thinking I'm nuts. Not that they really think I'm sane...

I spooned some honey onto a plate and set it down. Cheri, Sarabel, and Collins scampered over, while the rest looked on in disgust. That was the thing about faeries, they either loved or hated honey.

“Ready to go?” Kaermel poked his head into the kitchen, brown hair falling into his face. “I have the Jeep running already.”

I nodded and snatched an apple. “Behave,” I commanded the faeries before charging outside.

Kaermel kept pace with me all the way down, opened the door for me, then took off into the sky, caramel colored wings pounding the air for altitude. He was the head of the Morning Guard.

“Move over.”

I glanced at Saia, Atara, and Etana, all squished into the backseat.

“What are you laughing at?” Atara mock scowled and I bit back my giggle, turning my attention to the Jeep.

I backed out of the driveway and pulled down the road. My mind turned to more serious matters. The fact Obsidian was missing didn't exactly put me at ease. The black wolf anthromorph didn't cause much of anything but trouble, and being fairly new to the house, he was hard to keep track of. I could only be more grateful for my rotating group of bodyguards.

I glanced into the backseat to see how they were getting along, then rolled down my window. “Hey, Kaer!” I shouted, hoping no one would drive by and see me talking out the window to what would be to them, thin air.

Kaermel glided down until he soared next to the Jeep.

“Tell Sage and Tiff to keep an eye out for Obsidian. If they see him let me know right away.”

He nodded and tilted skyward again.

“He's still gone?” Etana inquired.

I nodded.

Silence reigned for a while, then Etana blurted, “Look!”

I braked and looked where she pointed to. A dark shadow flitted through the field, stalking a group of cows.

“Obsidian!” Etana announced. But I already knew. I pulled over and jumped out, running for the field like a maniac.

“Obsidian!” I bellowed. His head snapped up. I heard my bodyguards pile out of the Jeep and hustle after me. I vaulted over the fence and stomped for the prodigal character. “If you make me late for work I'm gonna make you wear a pink tutu for the rest of the week!”

He winced, but made no move to come.

The dewy grass was thoroughly soaking my shoes and skirt.

Air buffeted my face and sent my hat flying. Kaermel landed and folded his wings, glaring at Obsidian while Saia chased my hat.

I shook my head. “Come on, Obsidian. Get in the Jeep.”

He gazed after the cows as they stared at us, then put his ears back and stalked for the Jeep.

I turned to Kaermel. “Thanks for the backup.”

He nodded. “See you after work.” He leaped into the air and glided off as I stumped after Obsidian and the others, skirt clinging to my legs.

I started the Jeep and started off, relieved in knowing all my characters were accounted for. I glanced at the clock and frowned. “Obsidian, your doom as come.”

He looked at me, dark brown eyes questioning

I nodded. “I'm gonna be late.”

The backseat busted up laughing.

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Mildred Sheldon05/20/10
Cute, cute, cute. This was a fun read.
Gregory Kane05/20/10
This was a lot of fun. I liked your characters' names and the interactions between them. I felt that there was probably something that I was missing, like why Obsidian was in trouble and what the fairies' role was exactly - literal guardians or characters in her story writing.
AnneRene' Capp05/21/10
Loved the little fairies munching there breakfasts! I could actually imagine it!!

Love how you are awakening the imagination in all of us! :)
Caitlyn Meissner05/22/10
This was an easy story to picture. And I like how you connected it to the writer's life. Writers are nuts, at least compared to other people. ;)