“The fairy realm exists by the magic of five kingdoms.” The Queen of Fairies known as 'Soul-Superior', began. She continued- “The magic that sustains these kingdoms and the fairies that call it home, is an ancient magic passed down from generation to generation in the safe keeping of 'Soul-Stones'. I believe you know them as 'Fairalite'.”
“These Soul-Stones are thought to contain the souls of the first fairies in existence. Fairies are symbiotically connected with a soul stone as long as that stone is in the possession of the fairies. But as soon as that stone is in the possession of an outsider, the fairy will die.”
“Fairies never know which stone they are attached to until the stone is taken out of the fairy realm; until the fairy at random falls dead.”
Upon hearing this, Chester thought back to the den of the Sasquatch. There, there had been thousands of these magical stones carelessly sorted in large piles on the table. The thousands of stones now represented thousands of dead fairies; lives that had been effortlessly discarded at the hands of a stone collector. Chester was sadly aware that he carried a dead soul in the satchel at his side.
Soul-Superior continued- “For thousands of years, these stones have remained hidden in the five fairy kingdoms. Each kingdom was responsible for the safe-keeping of one thousand stones each.”
“There are only two creatures that have the ability to pass within the fairy realm without invitation, and one of those creatures is the Sasquatch.” The fairy queen floated casually with her eyes unblinkingly fixed on the two stunned Woodlings as she spoke.
“A Sasquatch is inherently obsessive about rare and precious stones and the fairies have known this to be true for thousands of years.” Soul-Superior continued, “That is why the fairies have kept the Soul-Stones a secret from the Sasquatch; because if he ever knew of the stones, he would not stop seeking them until he collected them all. The fairy kingdom would be destroyed forever.”
A collective gasp came over the two Woodlings upon hearing this; suddenly realizing the graveness of the presence of the Soul-Stones in the Sasquatch's den. It meant that the worst had indeed happened- the Sasquatch had found the stones and was now being driven by an obsessive compulsion to collect the rarest of stones. The Fairy kingdom was in the worst kind of trouble.
"What can we do?" Chester proudly interrupted.
Talo looked at Chester knowingly. 'This is the part where Chester offers up our services without ever considering if it's something I'm even willing to volunteer for'- Talo thought to himself as he played out the predictable reaction of Chester in his mind. Of course, Talo was acutely aware of how Chester's mind worked when it came to adventure. Without even letting the Queen Fairy finish, Chester was offering up his services. 'A new record' Talo thought to himself.
The Queen fairy, Soul-Superior motioned a soft hand toward Chester's satchel, "You were brave beyond the capacity of a fairy; you recovered a stone. This has never been accomplished before as fairies are not known for their bravery, nor their desire for adventure outside the fairy realm."
"The Sasquatch has found two of the five fairy realms and even now searches in the general area of a third. It is only a matter of time before he finds it and a thousand more fairies will die. He will not stop until he has found all of the stones."
"I don't see how we fit in, so, thank you, but we'll be on our way." Talo said timidly awkward. He grabbed Chester's arm and attempted to persuade the young adventurer away from obvious conclusion of the Q & A session.
Chester pulled free and asked again, "What can we do!?"
"We need you to stop the Sasquatch and save the Fairy Realm." Soul-Superior stated bluntly.
"There is no stopping the Sasquatch!" Talo protested desperately, "So, good luck to you all, but we'll be on our way now..."
Chester stood firm and sported a sly suspecting grin. "You want us to stop the Sasquatch? And How exactly would we do that? You'd have to ki..."
"How you stop the Sasquatch is up to you." The fairy queen interrupted. "We ask only for your bravery, and offer any assistance you might require. A payment of priceless proportions will be awarded as well."
Chester looked at Talo, smiled convincingly, and nodded. "YES!" he mouthed.
Talo shook his head emphatically opposite. "No!" He reiterated out loud. "We would need an army!"
"We shall provide you assistance form those whom have pledged to protect the fairy realm; The Alliance." Upon saying this, the doors to the hall opened and in walked a small group of varying mythical creatures. As the characters walked casually across the floor toward Chester and Talo, Chester classified them:
-Two Elves. Dressed in classic Elvish green clothing, perfectly tailored, accented by pale skin and curly red hair and beard. Slightly larger than a Woodling.
-A gnome. Red hat and pointed shoes. As is defining of gnomes, the bushy white beard stood out against the bright blue shirt. Slightly smaller than a Woodling.
- And female warrior of what appeared to be Pixian decent. Pixies were known for their short tempers and fighting spirit. This could be interesting.
"That's it?" Talo asked condesendingly, "Six of the smallest creatures in the forest are gonna take down a Sasquatch?"
The ground shook and a large eye highlighted by a bushy eyebrow with hairs as long as a Woodling is tall. With a voice like the feeling of thunder rumbled through the wall, "Seven."
Talo gasped with shock and swallowed a knot in his throat. "Is...is that a dwarve?" He asked in disbelief.
Chester spoke up happily, basking in the excitement of yet another adventure and for the worthy purpose of saving an entire magical race, "Seven! Yes, the seven of us will help you Soul-Supperior!"
Chester put his arm around his reluctant fellow adventurer, pulled him in for a reassuring playful hug, and Laughed, "We will stop the Sasquatch!"
To Be Continued.................
“These Soul-Stones are thought to contain the souls of the first fairies in existence. Fairies are symbiotically connected with a soul stone as long as that stone is in the possession of the fairies. But as soon as that stone is in the possession of an outsider, the fairy will die.”
“Fairies never know which stone they are attached to until the stone is taken out of the fairy realm; until the fairy at random falls dead.”
Upon hearing this, Chester thought back to the den of the Sasquatch. There, there had been thousands of these magical stones carelessly sorted in large piles on the table. The thousands of stones now represented thousands of dead fairies; lives that had been effortlessly discarded at the hands of a stone collector. Chester was sadly aware that he carried a dead soul in the satchel at his side.
Soul-Superior continued- “For thousands of years, these stones have remained hidden in the five fairy kingdoms. Each kingdom was responsible for the safe-keeping of one thousand stones each.”
“There are only two creatures that have the ability to pass within the fairy realm without invitation, and one of those creatures is the Sasquatch.” The fairy queen floated casually with her eyes unblinkingly fixed on the two stunned Woodlings as she spoke.
“A Sasquatch is inherently obsessive about rare and precious stones and the fairies have known this to be true for thousands of years.” Soul-Superior continued, “That is why the fairies have kept the Soul-Stones a secret from the Sasquatch; because if he ever knew of the stones, he would not stop seeking them until he collected them all. The fairy kingdom would be destroyed forever.”
A collective gasp came over the two Woodlings upon hearing this; suddenly realizing the graveness of the presence of the Soul-Stones in the Sasquatch's den. It meant that the worst had indeed happened- the Sasquatch had found the stones and was now being driven by an obsessive compulsion to collect the rarest of stones. The Fairy kingdom was in the worst kind of trouble.
"What can we do?" Chester proudly interrupted.
Talo looked at Chester knowingly. 'This is the part where Chester offers up our services without ever considering if it's something I'm even willing to volunteer for'- Talo thought to himself as he played out the predictable reaction of Chester in his mind. Of course, Talo was acutely aware of how Chester's mind worked when it came to adventure. Without even letting the Queen Fairy finish, Chester was offering up his services. 'A new record' Talo thought to himself.
The Queen fairy, Soul-Superior motioned a soft hand toward Chester's satchel, "You were brave beyond the capacity of a fairy; you recovered a stone. This has never been accomplished before as fairies are not known for their bravery, nor their desire for adventure outside the fairy realm."
"The Sasquatch has found two of the five fairy realms and even now searches in the general area of a third. It is only a matter of time before he finds it and a thousand more fairies will die. He will not stop until he has found all of the stones."
"I don't see how we fit in, so, thank you, but we'll be on our way." Talo said timidly awkward. He grabbed Chester's arm and attempted to persuade the young adventurer away from obvious conclusion of the Q & A session.
Chester pulled free and asked again, "What can we do!?"
"We need you to stop the Sasquatch and save the Fairy Realm." Soul-Superior stated bluntly.
"There is no stopping the Sasquatch!" Talo protested desperately, "So, good luck to you all, but we'll be on our way now..."
Chester stood firm and sported a sly suspecting grin. "You want us to stop the Sasquatch? And How exactly would we do that? You'd have to ki..."
"How you stop the Sasquatch is up to you." The fairy queen interrupted. "We ask only for your bravery, and offer any assistance you might require. A payment of priceless proportions will be awarded as well."
Chester looked at Talo, smiled convincingly, and nodded. "YES!" he mouthed.
Talo shook his head emphatically opposite. "No!" He reiterated out loud. "We would need an army!"
"We shall provide you assistance form those whom have pledged to protect the fairy realm; The Alliance." Upon saying this, the doors to the hall opened and in walked a small group of varying mythical creatures. As the characters walked casually across the floor toward Chester and Talo, Chester classified them:
-Two Elves. Dressed in classic Elvish green clothing, perfectly tailored, accented by pale skin and curly red hair and beard. Slightly larger than a Woodling.
-A gnome. Red hat and pointed shoes. As is defining of gnomes, the bushy white beard stood out against the bright blue shirt. Slightly smaller than a Woodling.
- And female warrior of what appeared to be Pixian decent. Pixies were known for their short tempers and fighting spirit. This could be interesting.
"That's it?" Talo asked condesendingly, "Six of the smallest creatures in the forest are gonna take down a Sasquatch?"
The ground shook and a large eye highlighted by a bushy eyebrow with hairs as long as a Woodling is tall. With a voice like the feeling of thunder rumbled through the wall, "Seven."
Talo gasped with shock and swallowed a knot in his throat. "Is...is that a dwarve?" He asked in disbelief.
Chester spoke up happily, basking in the excitement of yet another adventure and for the worthy purpose of saving an entire magical race, "Seven! Yes, the seven of us will help you Soul-Supperior!"
Chester put his arm around his reluctant fellow adventurer, pulled him in for a reassuring playful hug, and Laughed, "We will stop the Sasquatch!"
To Be Continued.................