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A Fairy Out of Her Tale - Dear Diary - 10. Scene 10
5th January, 1995
Dear Diary of Miracles,
I did it. I managed to outrun the trees and the birds and even the stream that tried to drown me when I jumped over it. I'm now sitting in a sandy empty space that stretches forever in the horizon. The last remains of forest end about 100 metres from here, cut off by a paved road that so far remains empty. It's a nice road, though. The asphalt is smooth , new, well-cared for (and too hot for my bare feet! As if blisters weren't enough, I've got burned soles now too!). I think this road is much busier than it's letting on. My map says it marks the official frontier between Floresfada and Daisen, the shape-shifter land.
Actually, that road has a funny shape. It's kind of a ring encircling this small desert area and separating it from the forest on the southeast, the mountains to the south, the sea to the north, and some big city west of here.
I can't walk anymore. I might be safe from trees, but now I'm out in the open sands with the sun burning my face and no shade anywhere that is not trying to hurt me. I still don't have water, and I'm not desperate enough to think of sand as food. The road should lead me to a city, but by the time my legs recover enough energy to take me there, the rest of my body will have collapsed from the lack of nourishment and the dry, intense heat over my head.
If I was going to end up like this, why did I bother getting out of the forest? I could've died among the trees so at least my body would nourish them in its decay.
I guess I'm really not a fairy anymore.
Though what does that make me?
I hear something! A car!
Talk to you later!
It's out of the frying pan and into the flames for Nessa, isn't it?
This is officially the end of the first part of the story. Nessa has left the forest behind, and so we must leave Part 1 behind as well. We're now in Part 2 - "Border Crossing".
How much of a mind fuck is it to have fairies talk about asphalt, cars and big cities? That's one of the things that I enjoy the most about writing this story: yes. it's a fairy tale, but it's set in a world that's only 23 years behind ours in technology levels.
(And yes, there is an important event in that world that marked "year 1", but I shall not spoil the surprise too soon)
If you don't want to wait until Tuesday to find out if that car is the carriage of our Prince Charming, you can become my patron (link on my profile) and read a week's worth of scenes in advance.
See you then!
- 5
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