Braddah stood on one side of the faerie school playground
enclosure. Her hands gripped the metal fence behind her apprehensively.
On the other side of the schoolyard, a shorthaired,
high-tempered fire faerie by the name of Densee stood, glaring in the air faerie's
direction. Braddah smiled slightly and looked up at the clouds. They were deep
grey, a sure sign of a nearing storm.
Densee, noticing her gaze, also looked up. "Let's
get this over with," she said exasperatedly. "Don't forget the rules. This is
a faerie duel, use your powers, and call for help when you need it… and only
when you need it."
Braddah smiled wider. "Gotcha, Dens."
Densee now looked slightly nauseous. "O-okay.
On, my count." Braddah grinned and gave a thumbs up. Densee gave a sickly sort
of smile back. "One… t-two… uh…. THREE!"
A small fireball appeared in Densee's palm.
Before she even threw her arm back to chuck it at Braddah, a gust of wind hit
her face and caused her to stumble.
Braddah conjured another gust of wind, this
time making Densee fall over. She politely waited for the fire faerie to return
to standing position, before simply knocking her over again.
Densee angrily thrust some miniature fireballs
in her opponent's direction. When she looked up, Braddah was grinning. And then
she noticed why.
The two fireballs that Densee had thrown were
now floating above Braddah's two palms. Densee opened her mouth in anger. "How
are you doing that?" she called. "I said to use your own powers!"
"I am!" Braddah called back, throwing the fireballs
back at their creator, "I can play with fire, just like you."
Densee dodged the fireballs, yet in doing so
managed to trip over a stick. When she stood back up, it had started to sprinkle
droplets of rain. Densee angrily threw a flame wave at Braddah.
"I even know some Snow Faerie stuff…" Braddah
said calmly, turning the fire to an immobile wave of ice. "And water…" Braddah
caught some droplets of rain and created a water ball. "Even some light…" Braddah
parted the clouds and brought out some sun, creating a light ball. "A little
bit of dark…" A dark orb appeared in her hand. "What am I forgetting?" Braddah
asked, juggling the three balls, and then thrusting them in Densee's direction.
She conjured a potato right into her hand, and
chucked the vegetable towards the fire faerie. "Learned that one from Illusen!"
Densee stood up for what felt like the fifteenth
time that day and glared at Braddah.
"But…" Braddah continued casually, "I am and
always will be best at air!"
Just as Densee threw a fireball the size of
a bed at Braddah, the air faerie's famous gust of powerful wind hit it back
to its owner. Densee just barely managed to dodge it.
Braddah stood still, smiling brightly at the
fire faerie. Densee walked over right in her face and snapped her fingers. A
small flame appeared there.
Braddah assumed this was supposed to be a threat,
but since she enjoyed taunting the faerie that had made her life miserable,
she snapped her fingers and did the same.
Densee glowered at Braddah and at her little
flame. "This isn't over," she whispered menacingly.
Braddah raised her eyebrows. "Is that so?" she
said. Flame in fingertips, she blew gently at Densee's flame. It went out so
quickly it looked as if a gale had hit it.
Densee stared at the spot the flame had been
seconds before. Then she turned on Braddah. "I'm going to find out how you've
learned all the arts of faerie powers! You'll see!"
She stormed off. Braddah was no longer smiling.
She wiped some raindrops off her face an slid down against the fence. She gently
pulled on a long silver chain that was tucked neatly at the neckline of her
Braddah smiled gently at the plate with the
gleaming opal in the center. Words were etched in a different language all around
the gem, and not until a month ago had Braddah known the meaning of them.
But Queen Fyora, master of many languages, had
deciphered the code for her.
Born from the clouds; given special powers
that others know not
Faerie of air shall master not only her skill
but the others she will be taught
Silver tears stream down into this faerie's
lap when provoked, frightened, or teased
But the evil ones shall be punished, as the
faerie has powers that others know not
When the Queen figured out what her necklace
said, she told Braddah to reveal her powers to no one. And Braddah never would
dare to disobey her queen. It had been kept a secret to everyone except a few
grown faeries who taught Braddah the other faerie arts.
Now, Braddah fingered the necklace. As the deciphered
prophecy had said… the evil ones shall be punished. Well, Braddah had gotten
her revenge on Densee. The air faerie smiled at herself, remembering exactly
how the duel had gone.
"What is it, Braddah?"
Braddah entered Queen Fyora's study nervously,
clutching her necklace protectively. "Um, Queen Fyora? I-I have a question for
The queen set her quill down and tilted her
head. She saw the necklace and nodded. "About the prophecy, you mean?"
Braddah took a step forward. "Well, sort of."
Queen Fyora raised one purple eyebrow and chuckled.
"You know how I feel about 'sort of's', Braddah. Tell me exactly what it is
that is bothering you."
"Well, you see," Braddah began, "the prophecy
said, 'the evils ones shall be punished'… right?"
"Yes," Fyora said, frowning.
"So… say I got my revenge on the one person
who has made my life miserable. Is that punishment enough?"
There was a tense silence, as Fyora looked Braddah
over thoroughly. "Whom have you been dueling with?" she asked quietly.
Braddah hated it that Fyora knew everything.
Nevertheless, she spoke. "Densee, the fire faerie."
More silence. Fyora stood up and walked to her
bookcase, back to Braddah. "I believe that is for you to decide, Braddah," she
said, fingering the spines of the books.
Braddah hated these answers, but she nodded.
Fyora turned around walked closer to her.
"Did you use all of your powers?" she asked.
Braddah was hoping this wouldn't come up. "Um,
well… uh…" she saw the look on Fyora's face. "Yes," She said glumly.
Fyora smiled. "There's no reason to be sad.
It's all right to use your powers in front of others. But…" she suddenly looked
severe, "you are not to tell them of the prophecy, of the necklace, or of your
secret lessons. Understand?"
Braddah nodded quickly, and tucked her necklace
Fyora smiled again. "Excellent. You may go."
The next day, Braddah walked up to Densee in
the school hallway. Densee looked up at her coldly. "What do you want?"
Braddah smiled. "How're you?"
Densee rolled her eyes. "Quit being nice. I
know you're up to something…"
Braddah's smile didn't fade one bit. "I'm fine
too, thanks. I just wanted to apologize for the schoolyard incident yesterday."
Densee raised one eyebrow and snorted. "Oh?"
"Yes," Braddah went on, "I've gotten my revenge
on you enough now."
Densee had started to walk away, but when she
heard this, she whipped around. "Revenge?"
Braddah still beamed. "I'm finished though.
So this is like a peace treaty. Leave me alone… and I won't have to beat you
up in schoolyards anymore…"
Densee made a sudden violent movement to whack
Braddah in the head, but the air faerie was too quick. A gust of wind hit Densee
and she was smashed against the lockers.
Braddah bent down to the struggling fire faerie.
"I don't like it when a duel starts unofficially," she said, "before everyone
is ready, that is. You better watch out, Dens."
Densee leapt up abruptly and a fireball went
zooming. Braddah caught the flaming ball in one hand and let it revolve an inch
above her palm. She smiled.
"We shouldn't be doing this in the halls," Braddah
said. She created a water ball and put the fireball out. Smiling brightly, Braddah
made another potato pop out of her hand and handed it to Densee.
Densee looked at the potato. "What's this?"
she asked, disgusted.
"A potato. Po-ta-toe."
Densee threw the vegetable back at Braddah,
who dodged. The potato instead hit a passing light faerie.
The light faerie squealed with anger. "You!"
she said, advancing on Densee. "Never throw anything at me again!"
She formed a light ball and started to throw
it at Densee. Braddah, standing between the two, made a gust of wind that caused
the ball to fall to the ground.
"No more fighting," she said, "enough is enough."
Densee and the light faerie stomped away. Braddah
smiled to herself, bent down, and picked up the light ball.
No more fighting was right. She flew gently
up to the ceiling and allowed the ball to float like an overhead lamp above
the now empty hall.
A little bit of light was all everyone needed.
Stop the fighting. Braddah smiled and walked out of the hall, past the potato,
which still lay on the ground.