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A Fairy Out of Her Tale - Dear Diary - 8. Scene 08
4th January, 1995
Dear Cursed Diary,
I still can't see your pages all that well, and black ink is the worst possible thing to use when the sun is struggling to get up the sky, but I lost my pink pen at the disaster that was my attempt at crossing the fairy house. I made it to the other side, but I lost much more than pretty pens.
I should've known that running was a bad idea - that going through the house was never going to work. I should've just gotten a bit more rest and faced the hills. It's not like I'm in a hurry to get anywhere.
Actually, now I am. I need to get as far from that house as I possibly can. I'm trying to run as I write. Multi-tasking like this can't be safe, but my heart is racing too much for me not to spill it all out.
Here's hoping I don't trip over a root while writing on a page I can't see! (And that I can understand it afterwards)
I climbed over their fence no problem, landed on their garden without making a sound or squashing their tomatoes, and crawled underneath their living room windows. The whole family seemed to be there. They were singing and shouting and laughing and it was like 3 in the morning and I would never have gotten away with making that much noise at home. Hopefully this means they don't have neighbours nearby that I would also stumble on.
I could hear them being loud until I was half-way through the path to one of the bedrooms. I was still crawling because they had their lights on in every room. Mum once told me that fairies are the only people who build their houses as individual rooms scattered around a plot of land surrounded by trees and flowers and gardens. Apparently other races just have everything in a single building? And don't bother with plants of any sort? How can they stand it? That means they never get to be outside!
But it would've been much easier for me to go past a house that was just a single building. Maybe they wouldn't have noticed me if all I had to do was crawl under their one window.
I was crawling my way past the bathroom when I heard the toilet flush. I panicked because as soon as they opened the door, I would be on the spotlight. So I got up and ran. And tripped on a root and landed on their rose bush and got scratched by all the thorns and there was no way I wouldn't scream because it hurt so much.
I don't think I ever said so many swearwords at once!
I can't write anymore. The trees are closing in on me and I need my hands to open my way.
We'll talk again once the trees leave me alone.
If they ever do.
Nessa is being chased by the nature she once swore to protect…
We’ll know more about how this chase started, and who set them after Nessa, in the next scene (or whenever Nessa stops running).
For now, though, I can say that one of the fairy’s ability is to communicate directly to nature. Basically, they can talk to trees, and the tress (being sentient beings of some sort – though not like us) answer in their own way. In this case, someone went “attack!” and the trees said “yes, boss” and attacked.
I’m sure Nessa can phrase that better, though. She is (was?) a fairy and knows what she’s talking about better than me, after all!
We’ll see how Nessa managed to evade the forest on Friday. Unless you don’t wait another two days, in which case you might want to check the link to my Patreon on my profile (and read all the way to Scene 11!)
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