Magic

Yogurt and Dairy Products

Chapter 12 ~ Yogurt and Dairy Products

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Everything seems to be moving in slow-motion. A sudden ice-cold breeze causes the leaves to shiver, as the others frantically run through the forest.

A deafening scream awakens me from my thoughts, and it suddenly strucks me - what the strange man said. Why does he want to kill us? What does he want?

"No one's ever known why he is a fat pi- I mean, uh, always comes to mess up everything." David says, reading my thoughts. He's been staring straight at me for a while.

We jog on for while, and then I ask, "How long has he been around?"

"Well - it's hard to answer that. I don't wanna mess up your brain more than it is already," he teases - I've realised that David's really began to open up to me. He really is a good friend. I mirror his expression when he suddenly frowns. "You know, I think I recognise where we are."

"Where?" It would really help knowing, if we had to call the police or something (which isn't exactly ideal, going by my assumption that they're human) so they could know our whereabouts.

David shakes his head, but he isn't smiling. "You wouldn-"

"Just tell me."

David looks at me then rolls his eyes. "Nowhere."

I blink a few times. Was this some faerie word, or is it REALLY just...

"Sorry?"

David does one of those 'well' gestures with his arms, where it looks like your shrugging without your shoulders, but change your mind and your hands slam onto your thighs. "I told you you wouldn't underst-"

But David is interrupted again. Not by me this time, it's a noise. A woman in a stretchy black jumpsuit that looks a lot like football skins - forgive me, my vocabulary isn't very wide - and a likewise mask over her face, leaps from a tree onto the ground. She has a bow in her hand... Well, that can't be good.

"Oh gosh, this can't be good..." David whispers to me.

"Who is she?"

"She must be a Figheria for Eir'eaf. D. , or, most likely Faerydae, his, uh, girlfriend-"

-I splutter (Who would want him?)-

"-she hires A LOT of people to work for them."

The woman tuts. "What are you Yuthnelguloruthv'virestrinstar talking about?" I've noticed faeries talking Faen talk very quickly so that the word sounds the same length as normal - I mean, English, words.

David frowns, blushing furiously. I wonder what the woman said? "None of your beeswax!"

I see the woman wink her red-brown eyes. "So you don't deny it?"

The lady who was escorting us to - whatever the place we were going to - runs back to us from her 'little task'.

She gasps. "What is she doing here?"

What do you think? Does it look like we're having a nice ol' chat? - with a cup of tea, can't forget the cup of tea.

"What does it look li- oh, Jesus."

I snort. David's voice had cracked. I don't exactly see the big deal about them, though, they're kind of cute.

Rolling my eyes, I decide to answer, "We're being patronised by ... "