The tales of treachery

MOTHER MAGIA

Written by: FB
I awoke in my shining bed chambers to find a perilous and mysterious knocking befalling my door. As I descended from my elevated bedding,I grabbed my ceremonial and imperial dress. The dress was of greens and oranges,like the leaves that befell the land many a time. As I elegantly clattered to my oaken door I heard a voice.

"Mother Magia, please your divine, I need you." pleaded the voice.
I opened the door and to my dismissal I found a shady, scaly and solomon nymph at my patio. As the leader of The Greenwood Kingdom I valued all species, even nymphs, who were known to be beings of trickery and belittlement.

"What is it you ask for?" I asked curiously.

The Nymph responded, "My child, my home, it was overrun!" From his tone it was elementary to tell he had been running. He was clearly breathless and hunched over in tiredness.

"By what?" I asked, my curiosity peaked.

"The Sprites, they came speaking of fallatical rumours surrounding them and their children." The Nymph yelped.

I saw the woe upon his face and knew how to fix it.

"Firstly, slow your breathing, you will wear yourself out and secondly speak of your name." I asked him.

As he slowed his breath, he politely responded, "The name is Grak, I live or should I say once lived upon the River Neve with my son." Grak responded heavily.

As I intensely stared upon Grak I saw a glimpse of myself within him and knew my help was desired and deserved.

"Please, will you help me?" Grak asked pleadingly.

I thought for a hot minute and responded, "Of course."

"However, if you have procured a lie for me to believe, I'll assure you...you'll pay with your hands." I added.

"I would not lie over the safety and mortality of my own child," Grak responded.

"Interesting." I commented.

I quickly retreated into my hut,of which the walls were lined with firm logs,the shapen boards of striped birch and the roof, a mesh of orange,brown and green leaves which were supported with stubby twigs. After observing my hut I quickly located my brazen sickle and wooden staff that I had grown used to wielding to tend to my garden ,which I used to grow crops for myself!

"Momma,Momma!" My child screamed.
"Yes, my little orchid?" I responded.
"Where are you going?" My loving child inquired.
"Just to the river,to see a friend!" I proclaimed.
"That is a big lie!"My child exclaimed.
"Please, come here Bliss." I demanded him to.

Bliss was born during a harsh and destructive winter and yet unlike others,quickly pushed through the fever he had caught and survived.His skin was a lilac blue that shimmered in the moonlight,however unlike other elves,who had boney and unusually-shaped fingers his were rounded and were fat in size (almost human-like).Yet,I only ever loved his eyes that were as shiny as a sapphire and like his skin, emanated a fine glow at night!

"I understand this may seem odd to you but I must leave for a storm comes to the forest and I will answer its call!" I responded.
"What will you answer with Momma?" Bliss inquired.
"With a flurry of thorns, and no more." I fiercely responded.
"Do you remember the family motto,my child?" I asked.
"I do not, Momma." Bliss commented.
"Tis, Growing By Will, a sacred phrase that reminds descendants of descendants of our ancestors, to be wary that if our enemies can grow,then we can grow not by time but by force!" I lectured him.

30 Minutes Later,
I found myself cutting and waving away unforgivable shrubbery while following Grak down to the River Neve. Being the head representative of The Urban Council, it was my duty to lead expeditions, adventures and political advancements.The Urban Council was a place of content and conventional means as meetings were held by the week and by the book. One day, when I shall rot in my bed and be planted back to the soil, my son would uphold The Council and as such uphold the law. I worried for his safety and innocence as he always appeared to worry over me,perhaps to an extreme degree.

"We are here," Grak whispered.
"This River was where my son and I were camping before we were confronted and eventually attacked by the Sprites," Grak described hastily.

I looked around to see Sprite Dust, a powder that the Sprites had weaponised, spread across the bed and bay of the River Neve. The river itself,like the forest it confined itself to, was quaint and peaceful to the point the only sounds you could hear was the running of the River. The dust embedding the soil was a glimmering and fluorescent pink that smelt like wildberries.

"Behind you!" Grak bellowed.
I quickly paced myself back.It was a blast of Sprite Dust that had come from the Marigold-coloured bushes. Out from the same bushes came four bold,scruffy Sprites ,who I had seen before, armed with Sprite Dust to the max.Their wings were a mixture of necrotic black and angelic white to form a clear mixture of both.

"Stop,you know not what you start!" I demanded.
"This does not concern you Magia!" The Lead Sprite responded.
"Firstly,that is Mother Magia to you, you beastess and secondly may we all put down our weapons and sort this conflict not like children!" I demanded in a far harsher tone.
"Yes please I just want my son and then I'll leave the River I swear." Grak pleaded
"Oh no you will not be leaving at all, not you, or your deformed,spineless dog you call a son!" The Lead Sprite spluttered viciously.
"Speak upon his son again and I will rip your wings out you imp, do you understand? I confronted her.
Silence befell the land until.
"No." The Lead Sprite wittingly responded.
The Fiends charged at me. I hoisted my sickle as they threw Sprite Dust my way,just slightly dazing me. The first attempted to throw a punch at me.However I quickly dodged the attack.Then,I threw her to a tree and binded her there with vines.The second flew at Grak.However, he bent the shadows to snatch at her wings and threw her into the River. The last two paired up and shot a beam of Sprite Dust my way. Using my staff I bent the trees to form a protective barrier against the blast. I threw thorns their way to finally pin them up to the remaining trees.

In the clearing through the burrowing bushes and the titanic trees, I saw a gaunt yet stunned nymph child, who was no doubt Grak's child!
"Rhys, my boy!" Grak yelled
"Father, I knew you would come back!" Rhys responded.
At last, the family was reunited.