#Blogbattle : Unexpected

This week’s #blogbattle word prompt is bricks. This is run by Rachael Ritchey over on her blog Writing Rachael Ritchey. I encourage you to check out her blog, and this challenge.


1.1000 words max

2.fictional tale (or true if you really want)

3.PG (no more than PG-13) Content – let’s keep this family friendly!

4.Your story must contain the word(s) from the theme and/or be centered around the theme in a way that shows it is clearly related

5.Go for the entertainment value!

6.State the Genre of your story at the top of your post.

7.Post your story on Tuesday, by 11:59 PM PST

8.Use the hashtag #BlogBattle when tweeting your story, put a link back to your #BlogBattle Short Story in the comments section of this page, and/or include a link to this page in your own blog post (it creates a “ping-back” which will alert me and our friends to your #BlogBattle post)

9.Have fun!

My genre: Fantasy

Here’s my entry for this week:


The closing door blocked the daylight out and fairy light took over, lighting the small space Winter stood in.

An older female fairy stood before them, looking suspicious and solemn. “It is very rare to get visitors from other Clans,” she remarked.

“I know,” Winter said, “but this is an unusual occasion.”

“It must be.” The fairy was about Winter’s mother’s age. Fine lines were showing on her skin, and she no longer wore the clothing and colours of the young ones. Streaks of grey were beginning to show in her hair.

Birch spoke up. “Would it be possible to speak with your Queen about this?”

The fairy turned her grey-blue eyes on him. “I think perhaps first you had better tell me what you are here for.”

Birch looked a bit put out, but Winter laid a hand on his arm and answered, “Of course. We are here because our Queen sent us on a quest to find other fairies that have gifts like mine. And Flame’s.” She indicated him. He was stood behind her, looking rather worried.

“And what gifts are those?”

Nerves fluttered through Winter. She hated having to reveal this time and time again.

She picked up a small twig from the earth floor and let the ice flow.

The older fairy’s eyes widened. “Oh my…” she breathed. “These powers really exist!”

“So there’s no one here who can do this sort of thing?” Winter asked.

“Not that I’m aware of,” she said.

“Maybe we should speak with the Queen,” Birch said, “She might know-”

“No dear. I don’t suppose I did introduce myself, did I?” She smiled, and

Winter knew exactly what was coming. “I am the Queen of the River Clan, Farah.”

Birch and Flame both stared, stunned, and redness slowly crept over Birch’s face. Winter swallowed and adjusted her furs, though she didn’t really know why. “Oh, right,” she stumbled over her words, “of course.” The heat rose in her cheeks too.

Farah smiled. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t like formalities in this clan. I like to be treated and seen as just another fairy. That is why I decided to come and greet you here. I wanted to see you as you are, not when you’re trying to impress a Queen.”

It made sense. But it didn’t make Winter feel any less uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry if we were rude,” she mumbled.

“Yes,” Birch finally got some words out, “I’m sorry, Your Highness.”

“Now what did I just say about formality?”

“Sorry,” they all said again together.

She smiled, and it was a wise, kind smile. “Come with me. Let me show you the Clan and where you can rest.”

“Thank you,” Winter said.

Flame spoke up, just before they moved. “Erm, can I just ask, is there any running water about?”

Her eyes narrowed a little. “Your gift is fire?”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“You asked about water, appearing afraid of it. Your friend said you had a gift. Fire doesn’t react well with water. It’s a logical leap.”

Winter was impressed by her knowledge and quick thinking.

“To answer your question, we do have small trickles of running water, but watch your step and you should be fine.”

He nodded his thanks.

And they moved out of the small area and through some doors. A maze of pathways intersected before Winter. Some led from up above, some from the left, some from the right, and every direction between. In the centre was a pool of still water surrounded by a small brick wall, and small streams, barely wider than Winter’s hand, ran along the ground and into it. The fairy lights hanging from the ceiling above reflected in the water, giving the impression of more light coming up from the ground.

Farah pointed to the one pathway leading up. “Those are my rooms up there,” she said. “The rest lead to various different parts of the Old Tree.” She pointed to the left. “And that one leads to the communal area, where we meet and Dance.”

Winter felt a little queasy remembering the last Dance she attended and hoped there wouldn’t be another one here.

“You said something about somewhere to rest?” Flame reminded her.

“Of course,” Farah said, and she led them away to the right, down a hallway, around a corner, and to three doors in a row. “These rooms are reserved for guests, not that we get many, as I mentioned. I’ll get someone to clean them out in a moment. Why don’t you all come and say hello to everyone in the communal area?”

“Of course,” Winter said, feeling the need to be polite, and ignoring the unhappy looks on Birch’s and Flame’s faces. She followed Farah back down the hallway and wondered what sort of fairies these River Clan ones were.



29 thoughts on “#Blogbattle : Unexpected

      1. Lol what I mean by drab is their lack enthusiasm as if they are not as high spirited as the other fairy colonies. I meant no offense by the way so I hope none was taken.

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