NaNoWriMo Excerpt 11/26/18
I didn’t feel tired anymore, so I assumed it was a dream. I began to walk, pushing branches out of my way as I made progress in a random direction. The air smelled sweet, and felt thick in my lungs as I walked.
“Hello,” a small voice called, startling me. “Where are you going?”
I turned to see a tiny creature with iridescent wings standing on a branch looking up at me with a smile. Its skin was the blue color of the tree it stood on, while its wings changed color before my eyes.
“Oh, hello,” I said, “I am just exploring. This is such a wonderful place.”
“I’d be careful where you venture,” the tiny thing said, “not everything here is as friendly as us. I would ask if you could please head around our small village as you would likely destroy it if you continue on your way.”
“There’s a village up ahead?” I asked.
“A pixie village, yes, but we don’t allow outsiders inside, it keeps our young safe.”
“Understood,” I said turning to my left. “What else would I find out here?”
“You really are a thick fey aren’t you?” the creature said flitting to my shoulder, “I’ll lead you around the more dangerous things in exchange for a present.”
“What sort of present?” I asked.
“A small thing, really, it’s just a piece of fruit from up ahead. You see, we pixies love it, but rarely have the opportunity to get it. It’s too big for us to carry.”
“I can help you with that,” I agreed, “it seems a small price to pay for a guide through my dreams.”
I heard a tiny snicker from the creature on my shoulder, “what’s your name?”
“Neil L’Grange,” I answered.
“That’s an odd name for a fey creature. Perhaps, after you’ve gotten the fruit for me, I could lead you to someone to get your true fey name. No fey should bear the name of a human.”
“But I am human,” I said.
The pixie bent down and sniffed my shoulder, “no, you are not human. You are of the fey, and a powerful one at that. I can smell it in you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’ll take your word for it,” I said. “What an odd dream.”
Again, I heard the snicker from where the pixie sat on my shoulder. “Believe what you will, Fey-with-no-name, but I can assure you, this is the fey wild, not some dream.”