A Tale of Three Pixies: Scene Seven


A Tale of Three Pixies

Scene Seven


They left the parking garage behind them and walked away, trying their best not to glance behind as they hurried. Once they were out of sight of the gnomes, Fen looked at the others and sighed.  “Well,” she said.  “We survived that, but we’ve lost our quarry. We survived that concrete cage but I’ve no idea where to go next.  It’s a big city and the prophet has disappeared into it.”



“Saul has a reputation for just that.  It’s kind of his thing.  That and being inscrutable and unhelpful,” Lapis said, putting a hand on her sister’s arm.  “I wouldn’t be too hard on yourself.  We can find somewhere, rest a little, recover some power, and try again?” 

“But where?” Fen said, despair heavy in her voice.  “There’s no where in this bloody city that’s remotely close to faerie.  And we’ve used so much of our power already.  We’ve failed, and the lady will have my head!”

“There’s always somewhere,” Lapis said.  “As long as you dig a little.  Control your llama, no time for drama.”

“What… that…,” Fen sputtered. “That doesn’t even make any sense!” He turned.  “Petal, tell her… Petal?  What’s wrong?”

Petal was smiling dreamily, looking off and away from her sisters.  The color had returned to her cheeks, but she still had a distant look in her eyes, as if she was not entirely here. When Fen grabbed her shoulder and tugged it, she started like coming out of a sleep and grinned. “It was a lovely trick you did with the sword, turning it blue,” she said. “Meaningless, but beautiful.”

“Hey, they thought it meant something.  So that counts.”  She blew her breath out and pushed her hair out of her face again. “What are you staring at?”

Petal’s dreamy smile grew.  “Can’t you feel it?”  She asked.  “You say there’s no well near here, but I think you’re wrong.  There is, and it’s not far.  Come on.”  She held out her hands to them both.  “We’ll walk together.  I don’t think it’s far.”

She took their hands and they walked together through the fog, down the worn and dingy streets where those steel and fiberglass beasts rode with glowing yellow eyes.  She led them through alleys and cutbacks to a part of town where the buildings were older and the fog was slightly less thick, and she stopped to point at a small glowing sign above a short staircase down.  “Here,” she said.  “The Day is Done.  This feels right.”

“Son of a bitch,” Fen said, sniffing the air.  “Of course it does.  He’s here.  I can smell him.”  She flashed a grin that showed all her teeth.  “From one bar to another, you bloody bastard.  I have you now.”  She squeezed Petal’s hand and gave her a kiss on the cheek.  “You’re magical.”

“Well.  Duh.”

Fen grinned.  “Well,” she said.  “Do have enough power left for some glamour?”

“Here?” Petal asked.  “If you let me weave it, yes. As long as we keep it simple. Absolutely.”

“All right,” Fen said, and her grin turned mean. “Let’s go get our boy.”

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