#Blogbattle : Consequences

This week’s #blogbattle word prompt is midnight. 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:


Winter found Tango again by describing what she remembered from her small glimpse of her parents to other fairies in the Clan.

She rang the set of chimes above their woven-leaf door, her hands shaking and her heart pounding.

Birch and Flame waited not too far away. Just in case she needed them.

The leaf door slid to the side, revealing the woman who had taken Tango into her arms. Her mother.

She narrowed her eyes at Winter. “I remember you. You were with my daughter the other night… when she esc- ran away.” A look of shame passed over her face.

Winter felt uncomfortable. “Yes. And I’m really sorry, but I had to tell the Queen about Tango’s gift.” Horror came over the fairy’s face. “But don’t worry,” Winter quickly added. “I have a gift too. Tango’s not being blamed for anything, I promise.”

She still looked afraid. “You’re from another Clan, aren’t you?”


“And how were you treated when your gift was found out?”

Winter bit down on her bottom lip, and didn’t answer. “Let’s go and see the Queen,” she said instead. “Together.”

Tango’s mother looked sadly over her shoulder, back into her home. “I don’t suppose I have much choice,” she said softly, then called, “Tango!”

It was only a moment before Tango appeared by her mother’s side. She smiled at Winter. “Hi.”

“Hi again,” Winter said.

Tango’s mother cut her off. “We’ve got to go and see the Queen. She knows about you and your gift. This fairy here says you’re not in trouble. So let’s go and find out, okay?”

Winter grimaced as she followed Tango and her mother from the house. Tango might not be in trouble, but she didn’t think the Queen was very happy with her mother.


Winter sat beside Tango, her mother on the other side. The Queen addressed her, “Why did you hide your daughter and her powers?”

“I feared she would be blamed, Your Highness. For the curse.”

The Queen gave her an appraising look. Something she seemed to do a lot. Then turned to Tango herself. “”I want you to show me your gift dear.”
Tango looked nervous, and looked to Winter. “I – I don’t know if I can,” she stammered.

Winter remembered her nerves when she’d stood before the Queen to prove she could control her power, and laid a hand on Tango’s shoulder. “You can. Just do it like when you showed me.”

She nodded, and got up. A small stream ran along the edge of the Queen’s room. Tango knelt down at its edge, and Winter and Tango’s mother followed the Queen to watch.

One little finger hovered over the water, then, just like before, the stream flowed into the air, parting with the little groove it had created.

The Queen drew in a sharp breath.

Winter smiled. And couldn’t resist kneeling down beside Tango and freezing the water in its arch. Tango’s eyes widened as she looked at Winter again. “Wow!”

“That’s quite something,” the Queen said. “Come, let’s sit down again.”
They returned to their seats.

“I cannot let your deception go unpunished,” the Queen said to Tango’s mother, “but I understand why you did it. I will decide on punishment later. As for you two,” she looked first at Tango, and then Winter, “I believe I need to hear of this quest you are on. I think perhaps it’s time we were honest with each other. Completely.”

Winter smiled. “I think that’s a good idea.”


When she finally emerged from the Queen’s room, she was tired and aching from sitting in the same position for so long. Her head was running in circles with the story the Queen had just told her of the curse’s origins.

Flame and Birch were waiting for her, and they both seemed quite excited with themselves. “Don’t ask questions,” Birch said. “Just meet us at the doors at midnight, okay?”

She looked at one, then the other. They seemed to be getting on with each other. That was strange. What was going on?

“Just agree,” Flame said. “You’ll see why soon.”

“Okay,” she sighed. It wasn’t worth the argument.


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