#Blogbattle : Clear Waters

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

Rules:

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:

Clear Waters

They were ready to go. Everyone knew their role, and what they had to do. Winter rolled her shoulders and steeled herself for what was to come. Birch squeezed her hand and said, “Remember what we agreed, move as fast as possible.”

“I will.” She fluttered her wings and took off. It was hard here, so close to the source of pollution. There was so little magic to draw on that she felt as if she were suffocating.

She flew towards the stream of thick brown water that flowed from the humans’ tube, and, as fast as she could, put her whole arm into it. The sludge coated her bare skin, but frost crackled from it, spreading out from her and into the water. She pulled her arm from the brown stuff and pushed herself to fly back to the relative safety of where the others waited.

As soon as the ice was about to hit the river itself, Flame was there. He threw fire out, melting the ice that started to crackle across the river. A gap formed between the free-flowing water and the column of brown ice.

Winter breathed out in relief as she landed and saw it. Part one of the plan done.

Birch smiled at her, relieved as well. “At least now the curse will lift and the water will return to the River Clan.”

That was the achievement she felt the most relieved about. But this was only a temporary fix.

Flame landed a few moments after. He looked as drained as she felt.

“So far so good,” she said, then looked to Tango and Indian, who were stood together on the other side of Birch. Tango kept glancing up at him, and Winter swore she saw a slight blush on her face. “Now it’s you two’s turn.”

Both girls nodded. Indian looked at the brown ice with a look of determination, while Tango looked at it afraid.

“Don’t worry,” Winter said. “Do as I’ve told you and it will all work out right. Okay?”

They nodded again. Winter looked at Flame. “Look after them.”

He grinned. “Of course I will. Come on girls.”

All three took off, their flight sluggish. Winter looked for a moment at the river. It was starting to run clearer already, and she could feel the hint of magic returning. It felt good, like fresh air after the winter inside.

“They’re there,” Birch said, bringing her attention back to the brown ice. They weren’t stood very far away, but with the low levels of magic, it made flying slower. And they were wrapped up in many layers, which didn’t help either.

Flame went to the bottom of the column again, and started to stream fire at it. Steam hissed as the ice melted, and brown water started to flow again. But it didn’t reach the river, it just turned into brown steam as it hit Flame’s fire.

Tango hovered in the middle, and started her part. She held both her hands out, and pulled the water up, so that less and less of it hit Flame’s fire and turned to steam. Instead it went up and up, so that it flowed back into the top of the tube it came out of.

Indian was waiting at the top to work her magic. What she did wasn’t visible. But Winter knew she had laid her curse when Flame, Tango, and Indian flew away and the water kept flowing back up into the tube.

Back together again, they all smiled, united in victory. The water of the river was running clearer by the moment, soon it would be as pure as any other. The plan had worked.

Winter could barely believe what she had done. But she was glad she had.

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22 thoughts on “#Blogbattle : Clear Waters

  1. Hurray! The river flows clean again. A victory for the fairies who want to heal the land. I wish them all the success that is, uh, magically possible. (My first thought for adverbs was humanly possible, and that just wouldn’t do.) 🙂

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    1. Magically possible. Yes, good adverb. I love finding new fairy-related ones 🙂 I to am celebrating with them and very pleased that the water’s clean again. Thanks for reading. 🙂

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  2. OMG! I’m so happy that this planned worked for the all of them! I’m so happy for these little friends 🙂
    I must say they’re adorable beyond imagination… ❤
    Have you ever considered to publish this story. I'm a reviewer, so if you want my opinion, I'd straight away give this a 5-star rating. If not, then please consider getting it published as I, for one, would be delighted to see it in the form of a novel/novella. I'm no expert in writing… but I can say one thing for a fact, you are a really good storyteller. 🙂

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