Fairy Wars Chapter 3

Image Courtsey of Jordan L. Hawk
Wish I had something like that to keep me
on track when I'm writing

Hey peeps. I'm back. I know I haven't posted anything in a really long time. I've been too busy editing my story and getting it ready to read. It's ready now, well at least part of it is.

Let's so what was my last post about? It's been so long even I don't remember. Wait, my last post was the Christmas special. I think the post before that was my story. What happened in that part? Let's see... Shawn told Anny that her great-grandmother Clara Bonded with a fairy (If you want to know more about what happened, read this), which makes her and all her female descendants, including Anny, have fairy blood in their veins. Then Shawn tells Anny that he works for a secret organization called IFPA. He tells her that she is the only one who can end the Fairy War.

I stared at Shawn, shocked. How could I be the only one who could stop Dalen? It didn’t make sense. I was just a normal teenage girl, if there even was such a thing. I didn’t know anything about fairies, and I didn’t even have proof that they were real. I just had this strange feeling in my gut that was telling me to trust Shawn, but I wasn’t sure if I trusted that feeling.

“That can’t be right. Why am I the only one who can stop him? Why me?” I argued.

“I’m sorry, Anny. I can’t tell you any more until you agree to help us,” he answered  apologetically. “It’s for your own safety.”

“I can’t agree to help you unless I know why I’m the only one who can.”

Shawn looked at me seriously. “Anny, if I tell you why you need to help us, you’ll become a target for Dalen’s spies. If he sends assassins after you, which he probably will, the only place you’ll be safe is with IFPA. This is dangerous information.”

I laughed. “Assassins? Seriously? You think he’d try to kill me? That’s ridiculous”

“To keep this information safe, yes, I do. Look, I’ll give you three days to decide. If you want to help us, tell your mother you talked to me, and meet me at 1:30 on Saturday. She’ll know where. I need to go.” He stood up to leave. “I hope you come. Just remember, if you don’t do this, the whole fairy kingdom could be destroyed. We need you.” He walked away, leaving me sitting alone in the darkness.

I stood and walked over to the ladder. Before I climbed up, I turned at looked back at the spot where Shawn had disappeared. I stared into the darkness for a few seconds, still not entirely believing everything Shawn had told me. In one night, I had found out that I was part fairy, there was a secret organization who protected fairies, and I was the only one who could save the fairies from a war. It was unbelievable.

I shook my head and climbed up to my room. It was late, and I was tired. I’ll figure out what I’m going to do tomorrow, I thought as I lay down in my bed. I was asleep within seconds.

Christmas Special

Image Courtesy of Miss Kate Cuttables

Hi people. I know I haven't posted anything in a while, and I left you with a kinda big cliffhanger. Sorry, but you're gonna have to wait another week to know what happens with Anny and Shawn next. I'm not posting a part of their story this week because it's Christmas (yay for you people who celebrate this holiday) and I wanted to post a Christmas special, but I was too lazy to write one. So, no story this week. Just me talking.

I'm Jewish, so I don't celebrate Christmas. What do people do on Christmas? I've decorated a tree once (I helped my neighbors), I drank eggnog once (I didn't really like it), and I've never woken up ridiculously early to open presents. I usually sleep in super late, maybe go see a movie with my family, or just hang out at home doing nothing all day. Last year, I hung out with my younger cousins at my grandma's house, and we got Chinese food for dinner. That was fun. Today, me and my family are going to see The Hobbit: The Battle of Five Armies. I hope it's good. I can't wait to see it.

You know what really annoys me? When people forget that not everyone celebrates Christmas. I play violin in my school orchestra, and in the four years that I have been in an orchestra during the holiday season, I've played one or two Hanukkah/Jewish songs, and for one of them, I almost had to beg our teacher to let us play it, and then we didn't get the music until the day of the concert. This year, we played four Christmas songs and one classical song. Does anyone else think that this is unfair? I know Jews are a minority here, but that doesn't mean that everyone else can forget about us.

Well, that's it for today. All my thoughts about Christmas. I'll post the next part of my story next week. Merry Christmas and Happy (belated) Hanukkah (to any other Jews out there)!

Chapter 2 continued...

Image Courtesy of NaNoWriMo Winner Page

Hello, my peoples! Guess what? You know that writing contest I told you about? I did it! I managed to write 10,000 words in one month! It was hard. I wrote about 5,000 words over Thanksgiving Break, most of it in the last two days of the month. I spent the whole day Sunday writing 2,500 words. It was exhausting. 

If anyone out there is interested in following my footsteps, and writing your own novel, check out this site. It might help, cuz writing a good novel is not easy. 

Now, what you've all been waiting for, the summary of what happened: Anny meets Shawn again and sees how absolutely gorgeous he is (*smiles and sighs dreamily*). They have a moment of... flirting (awkward), and Anny threatens to hit Shawn with a flashlight. Shawn tells Anny why Dalen declared war on the fairy king. 

“That’s it?” Anny asked after a few seconds of silence. “I’m still waiting for the part that explains what this has to do with me.”

“Do you really want to know?” Shawn asked her, grinning again. He’s even cuter when he smiles, Anny thought. She mentally scolded herself and tried to focus on what he  was saying.  

“Just tell me.” She glared at him.

“Alright, fine. But don’t freak out on me.” he said, his grin widening. “When your great-grandmother Clara was a little girl, the fairies were more… friendly with humans.  They didn’t hide. Clara’s best friend was a fairy girl named Melanie. I’m sure you’ve heard of how your great-grandmother almost died when she was a child. Clara had caught  a fairy disease. Her parents took her to the fairy elders, who told them that Clara was dying, and the only way to save her was to bond her with a fairy.”

“What do you mean, bond with a fairy?” Anny asked nervously when Shawn stopped to take a breath.

“It means that the fairy would become part of her. It’s an ancient spell that only the oldest fairies can perform. It’s really rare.” He stopped talking when he saw her shocked, pale face. “You know what that means, don’t you?” He asked her gently. “You’re —”

“Don’t say it! That’s not possible. I can’t be part fairy,” Anny denied wildly.  

“I’m sorry, but it’s true,” Shawn said gently. “Melanie volunteered to bond with Clara to save her friend’s life. Clara became part fairy. That fairy blood has been passed on to all the women in your family. You have it. You got it from your mother, who got it from her mother, who got it from Clara, her mother.”

“What about my brother? Does he have it?” Anny asked him.

“No, just you. Only the girls get it.”

“Can I ask you something?” Anny asked.  

“Of course, you can ask me anything.”

“Who are you? You’ve come to my house, told me that fairies are real, and told me that I’m part fairy, but I don’t know anything about you except your name. Also, do you know my mother?”

“I’m Shawn Millock. I work for a secret organization called the International Fairy Protection Agency. IFPA works to protect fairies all over the world. Maggie works for IFPA too. We are trying to end the war.  ”

“What do I have to do with ending the war?” Anny asked, calmer now.

“Everything. As far as we know, you are the only person who can stop Dalen from destroying the whole kingdom.”

Chapter 2...

Hello, my dear readers. How are you all today? News flash: it's almost my birthday! I'm turning 15 on Wednesday! I'm pretty excited. But I'm probably going to be writing all day. I'm doing this writing contest called NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). I have to write at least 10,000 words this whole month. The month is more than half over and I've only written about 5,000. I gotta get caught up this weekend. Now, for the summery of the end of chapter 1: Shawn leaves Anny's house and tells her to meet him at the same time the next night. Anny goes to sleep and wakes up in the morning super confused. She decides to meet him again to learn more information about Dalen and the fairies.

Chapter 2

The day seemed to go by in a blur. Before she knew it, the house was dark and it

was time for Anny to meet Shawn. She changed out of her pajamas, found a flashlight, loosely braided her long hair over her shoulder and looked at her clock. 1:15. Ten minutes until Shawn was supposed be there. Anny grabbed her flashlight and a book and went outside to wait.  

She carefully climbed down the ladder and sat down in the same chair as the

night before. She turned on her flashlight and began to read. Just when she was about

to go back inside, thinking she had imagined Shawn, she heard a noise coming out of the darkness. Anny looked up from her book and saw Shawn step out of the shadows.  She pointed the beam of her flashlight at him and got her first good look at his face.

He looked younger than she had thought he was, maybe 18 or 19. He had curly,

Lord Dalen
Drawn by Natalie Pellmann

light-colored hair, but Anny couldn’t tell the exact color in the dark. His eyes were a deep, bright green. He’s cute, Anny thought. Even by the poor light of the flashlight, she could see how good-looking he was.  

“You’re late,” she accused him.  

“You came.  You just couldn’t stay away from me, could you?” he teased.

“Oh, please. I came to hear the rest of the story, not to see you. I don’t even know what you look like,” Anny shot back.

“I see you brought a flashlight. Was it so you could see how good-looking I am?” Shawn grinned flirtatiously. He had a nice smile. It lit up his eye’s so they almost glowed in the dark of the night.

“No, I brought it so I could actually see who I’m talking to, but don’t be surprised if

I hit you with it, which I might do if you don’t stop flirting with me. I also wanted to read

while I was waiting for you to show up.” Anny said, trying to stifle a smile of her own, and

failing. Shawn really was cute when he was flirting.

“ I honestly didn’t think you would come.” Shawn admitted sheepishly, his smile disappearing.

“Well I did, so get on with the story. Who was Dalen?”

“Dalen was the ambitious young fairy lord who started the war. He wanted the

throne, so he made himself an army and declared war on King Oberon.”

The end of Chapter 1...

Hey, people. How is everyone? I'm fine, thank you for asking. Hey, does anyone wan to see something really cool? If you do, check out my friend William's blog. It's all about cool inventions and technology. He's written about some really interesting and useful inventions. Check it out. 

Are you all enjoying my story so far? If you're not, you're lame and should go away. Haha, just kidding. Don't leave. I love you guys. Here's a summary of the last part: Anny talks to Shawn and he tells her that fairies are real and they are in a war. He explains to her that the cause of the war is a young fairy lord named Dalen.

Shawn lit up the screen of a watch he was wearing and looked at it.  “It’s late.” He said.  “I should go, and you should get some sleep.”

“But what about the rest of the story?  Are you going to tell me more about Dalen and the war?” Anny asked him.  

“You’ve heard enough for one night.  If you want to hear more, come back out

tomorrow night at the same time.  I’ll be here.”  He looked at his watch again.  “I need to

go, I wasn’t supposed to stay this long.  They’ll be wondering where I am.  Goodnight, Anny.  I hope I’ll see you tomorrow.” Shawn stood up and walked down the porch stairs.  Before he disappeared into the darkness, he turned and looked back at her.  “You look just like Maggie.” he said with a small smile.  He kept walking and was gone before Anny could ask him what he meant.

She stood up.  She was so confused by what Shawn had told her.  Anny climbed the ladder back up to her room, quietly opened the sliding-glass door, and went inside.

She looked at her clock.  It was almost 3:00.  She had been outside for longer than she had thought.  Shawn was right, it was late.  She lay down in her bed, thinking about everything he had told her.   She was still wondering how it could be true when she finally fell asleep.  

The next morning, Anny woke up thinking it had all been a dream.  Meeting

Shawn, the story about fairies and a war, and everything else that had happened during

the night.  All day, she wondered if it had really happened.  She just couldn’t believe it.  

How could there be fairies flying around looking like butterflies?  It just wasn’t possible.

But even as she thought it, she knew that wasn’t true.  She couldn’t explain how, but she somehow knew that everything Shawn had told her was true.  Fairies did exist, and they were in a war that had been going on for ten long years.

Image Courtesy of  Visual Photos

  And then there was the thing Shawn had said about Anny looking like someone named Maggie.  Who was she?  Maggie was Anny’s mothers name.  Could Shawn somehow know her?

All these questions and more raced through Anny’s mind all day.  I’ll have to meet Shawn tonight, she thought.  If it was real.  She knew it was probably a bad idea to meet someone she knew nothing about in the middle of the night, but she had to know more.  Who was Dalen, what did he have to do with a fairy war, and what did the war have to do with her?

Chapter 1 continued...

Fairy Courtesy of The Interpretation of Dreams

Hi people. Happy November! So, I know it's been a while since I posted the first part of this story, so here's a quick summary: A girl named Anny Farrow went outside onto her balcony in the middle of the night and met a man named Shawn. Shawn says that he has been waiting for her and wants to talk.

“Now, what are you doing here and why were you waiting for me?”

Shawn starting talking.  “First you need to understand something. This might be hard to believe, but there are fairies hidden in the world among us.” He stopped talking when he saw Anny’s disbelieving expression. “It’s true. They’re there, and you can see them if you know what to look for.”

Anny stopped him. “Are you drunk? Fairies aren’t real. If that’s all you wanted to

talk to me about, I’m going back to bed.” She started to stand up, but the man

stopped her by grabbing her wrist.

“No, please listen to me. It’s important that you know what’s going on.” He let go of Anny’s wrist and she sat back down, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Have you ever seen a butterfly or dragonfly that seems to be looking at it’s reflection in a window or a pond?  Fairies disguise themselves as butterflies or dragonflies or even bumble bees to protect themselves from humans.” Anny opened her mouth to say something but Shawn kept talking. “They are real and you’re going to have to realize that. The sooner you do that, the better for everyone.  

“The Fairy Kingdom is currently in a war. Up until about ten years ago, the fairies lived peacefully in small communities like towns.”

“A fairy war? Wouldn’t people notice if fairies were flying around fighting each

other?” Anny interrupted Shawn.  

“No. The fairies are fighting in the World of Fairies. It’s a world parallel to ours. Only fairies can go there. It’s where the king rules from. And, even if they were fighting in our world, no one would notice. Like I said, they disguise themselves as insects. Very few people know they even exist.”

“So why are you telling me about them?” Anny asked.  

“Just listen to what I’m saying,” he started again, sounding exasperated. He ran his fingers through his light hair as he spoke. “Each community is run by one fairy, usually a male. This fairy is the lord, or if it’s a female, the lady, of the community. The lord is basically in charge of everything that happens in the community.

“About ten years ago, the young Lord Dalen came to power. He was a very

ambitious young fairy, so you can imagine that this was not good for his community.”

Shawn stopped to take a breath. “Do you have any questions so far?” he asked Anny.

“Just one. Why are you telling me all this? What does a fairy war have to do with anything? What do I have to do with it?”

“That’s three questions.” Shawn grinned. Anny glared at him in the dark and he

laughed before becoming serious again. “Fine. The war is the reason I’m here, and you need to know what’s happening. You have everything to do with it.”

Fairy Wars, Chapter 1...

So, now that you've met the two most important characters, it's time for you to read the actual story. This is a story about a girl named Anny who goes outside onto her balcony one night and meet a gorgeous boy named Shawn, who knows her name and says he has been waiting for her.  It is also about fairies.  The story is too long to put all in one post, so I'm gonna split it into two or three or as many as I have to.  I hope you like it and if you have any questions or comments, please tell me or write a comment. Enjoy the first part of my first successful story.

Image Courtesy of Idea Home Decor

The Fairy War
Chapter 1

It was a warm summer night late in July.  The moon was full and bright.  Anny was lying in her comfortable bed in her stiflingly hot bedroom.  She couldn’t sleep; the heat was keeping her up.  She tossed and turned in the dark, trying to ignore it.

After what felt like hours, Anny gave up on trying to sleep.  She looked at her clock.  It read 1:23.  Anny got out of bed and opened the door to her balcony.  She decided to go outside and get some fresh air.

She stood on her balcony and looked out over her backyard.  She breathed in the warm night air and looked up at the sky.  It was a cloudless night, and the moon and stars shone brightly.  

Anny looked down again and saw something moving in the shadows.  At first, she thought it was just her family’s dog, Aspen.  But when the figure stepped out of the shadows, Anny saw it was a person.  The full moon was bright enough that she could see it was a man.  

She reached for the balcony door to go back into her bedroom, but before she could open it and go inside, the man looked up and saw her.  He smiled and said two words.

“Anny Farrow?”

His voice was deep, yet soft.  Anny froze with her hand on the door handle when he spoke.  She slowly turned around and looked down at him.  He was still bathed in shadows, so she couldn’t see his face.  

“How do you know my name?” She asked the man.  “Who are you?”

“My name is Shawn.  I’ve been waiting for you to come out here for weeks.” he told her.  

“Waiting for me? Why? What do you want me for?” Anny asked, now sounding a bit scared.  

“I just want to talk.” Shawn reassured her.  “Can you please come down here so it’s easier to talk without waking your parents up?”

Anny didn’t trust this strange man who knew her name, but she was curious.  She quietly climbed down the fire escape ladder to the back deck.  She cautiously walked over to where Shawn was standing by a group of chairs.  

“Sit,” she commanded him.  He obeyed, sitting quietly in one of the chairs and leaning back.  Anny moved a chair so it was facing Shawn, and she sat down as well.  “Now, what are you doing here and why were you waiting for me?”