Continued from A Humble Beginning
“How’s it going, buddy?” Fluttered Durin, a rather small fairy with brown hair and moth-like wings, as he came upon Jack one morning.
“Mom and Dad are fighting again today.” Jack said looking sad, “They are trying to figure out what to do with me. I think they are going to send me away.”
“They can’t send you away if you come live with us!” Durin replied landing awkwardly next to Jack’s mud pile. “I’m sure if I talk to Queen Tiana she’ll let you stay with us!”
“What about my parents? They’ll be sad if I leave them.” Jack replied, adding another heaping handful of mud to his creation. “How am I to live with the fairies anyway? I’m twelve years old and already your home is far too small for me. I would be lucky to fit my hand into the entrance.”
“The queen has a great many magics, Jack. She could make you super-big! Big enough to use your house for a chair! She can also make you very small! Smaller than me even!” Durin squeaked. “She’s a very powerful fairy!”
“Imagine that,” Jack said as a smile crept across his face, “my mother would be distraught and my father would be furious if I simply walked over and sat on the roof of the house, but I don’t know. I don’t think that running away is necessarily the right thing to do.”
“Well, since we have no way of solving any problems, shall we play a game today?” Durin said picking up the tiniest amount of mud. His hand shined a brilliant amber for a moment, and the mud sprouted the smallest vine Jack had ever seen.
“Absolutely! What game did you have in mind?” Jack asked, pushing the problems of his home life from his mind.