Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Impressing story (I know it's not a super cool subject but it's fun)

     In the green leafy woods the dew runs off the plants slowly as the sun is lost behind the clouds. The morning was gray and foggy, foggy enough to miss the little colony of fairies perched precariously in a tree, then again the fairy colony is almost always missed. On a leaf in a tall oak tree a little figure, Godiva, sleeps, her golden curls splayed out all around her and her wings tucked gently under her. Slowly the leaf breaks off and begins drifting towards the ground. Her eyes open wide in fright as she struggles to her feet, flailing her wings frantically. It didn't work....she braces for impact but a gust of wind suddenly carries her back up to the small bridges and platforms of her family's house. She sunk down outside her house, unready to go in after nearly dying by leaf.
     "Godiva!!! You get in here right now young lady!!" shrieked the shrill voice of her stepmother, startling Godiva and making her step into the house. "You are late and you brought no nuts," Godiva's stepmother, Thorna, spat at her.
     "I'm sorry mother-"
     "I've told you, do not call me mother," Thorna cut Godiva off, "Anyways go get nuts and if you can't find any don't even bother coming back. Why did your father have to die and leave you with me? Now go!"
     Godiva automatically turned, eyes full of tears for her father and fluttered away to the nut clearing wanting to impress Thorna by bringing home lots of nuts. Up in the air Godiva flew through the mist until she realized she didn't know where she was. A feeling of unease coursed through her as she struggled to land.
      "Help, Help," a voice carried in on the wind making the hair on the back of Godiva's neck stand up. Her mind told her to stay where she was but her wings flapped to life and propelled her towards the mysterious cry.
      She came upon the scene all too soon to mentally prepare herself for what was coming. Under a fallen tree lay a male fairy, one who should be dead. Her father.
      "Father! I thought you were dead," Godiva yelled joyously.
      "Godiva, my daughter. I am alive but soon I will be dead if you cannot get me out from under this log. Help me." Godiva's father, Randalo, said in a pained voice. With that Godiva went to work pushing the log away and pulling out her father.
       Back in the kitchen Thorna was beginning to get worried, for her stepdaughter who she claimed to hate. Finally after putting it off long enough she set out to search for Godiva, she knew how easy it was to get lost in the mist. Thorna flew through the fog until suddenly she heard cries of triumph from a site somewhere north of her. On she went until she reached a clearing in the fog. In the clearing there were two figures. A man she once knew and loved, and her stepdaughter who she too loved just couldn't bring herself to admit it after the sudden death of the girl's father.
     "Randalo? Could that be you? I thought you were dead! Godiva, my daughter, how did you find your father?" Thorna flew from the shadows over to her family.
     "Thorna, you have come. Now my family is complete. Tell me did you take good care of my Godiva while I was captured far away?" Randalo beamed with pride.
     "No Randalo I did not take good care of her well. I was a miserable woman and I couldn't be around her without hating her for being so much like you. And I am sorry Godiva, I loved you every minute but I couldn't speak to you without being reminded of your father," Thorna apologized.
    "I forgive you mother, it was not your fault." Godiva whispered.
    "I am back now and Godiva you have made me as proud as anyone can be, and while I am sorry I left you two alone no harm has befallen either of you." Randalo began.
    "I am proud of you too, child." Thorna agreed.
    "That's all I ever need. Now let's go home we've had a long day," Godiva said, taking to the air. Thorna and Randalo followed.