Faerie Tales

A 22-post collection

Challenge #01405-C310: Friend of the Fae

There's a reason fairy rhymes with scary -- OohLookShiny

[AN: There's a reason why I use 'faerie' as a spelling for them]

Now let's be clear, faeries don't exist. Everyone knows that they're just old wives' tales about dangerous places that have long since be rendered safe...


Just in case...

Don't fell a faerie tree. Don't disturb a standing stone. Keep away from the faerie hill. Never whistle at midnight when you're in the woods. Throw the salt over your shoulder. Share sugar for joy. Paint certain flowers on your baby's cradle. Hang a horseshoe over your threshold.

It's a silly superstition. We all know it.

But it never hurts to say a friendly greeting to a Magpie.

Pel heard all of this as she moved into the cottage in the woods. They called it The Witch's House, and it was said to be haunted. The people in the nearby village gave her all sorts of charms. And one of them volunteered to paint her door blue to ward off the evil spirits.

She accepted them with grace, because she knew they meant well. And... well... what was the harm? It would certainly help good feeling amongst the villagers. And, once she got her garden going, so would her first crop.

Besides, she really needed this place to retreat to, after the accident. And it was a place far out of the reach of the electronic world. Heck, she didn't even have to have a telephone if she didn't want one.

Paranoia insisted on it anyway.

And in between gardening and socialising at her own speed, Pel could get on with her writing. Just enjoy herself and unwind.

She spent years in that cottage, and enjoyed the village tales of strange lights and phenomenon that hit everywhere but where she could see it for herself. She never had a shoe go missing, never saw a devil. Never spotted one of the fair folk, for all the trouble they caused all around her.

She even sang to herself on the long walk home, regardless of the hour. And no strangely-robed strangers asked her to sing more.

The fae folk never bothered her. But then, they're renowned for not disturbing bards, storytellers, and madmen.

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Challenge #01310-C215: The Opposite of Magic

But they just ran into the world’s best spell mangler. She has the protection of a unicorn. She carries what is probably a fully intelligent sword that can do whatever needs doing to bring justice to a situation. And she is the host of a living magical spell that likes to do things to people who try and mess with it. -- RecklessPrudence

There is magic, everyone knows this. People with the ability to wield it range from those who have

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Challenge #01309-C214: I am Immortal, You're Not

Oh my god wonder of wonders an ancient semi-immortal race understands that time is valuable. -- RecklessPrudence

Immortals have some odd habits. One that stands out is spending hundreds of years on perfecting Apple Pie. Right down to breeding the perfect apple, the right kind of bees, and just the right kind of grain.

Currently, Duroc the Everlasting was analysing the maple sap for the correct kind of sweetness.

Heaven help the world when she finally decided to work on the ice

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Challenge #01308-C213: Modern Fable

Don't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. -- RecklessPrudence

Sacrifice is noble. There is no doubt. Those who turn aside their wants for the needs of others are truly glorious. They have honour. They gain kharma points. And some gain respect.

Most, however, are expected to sacrifice more.

The fable is told of those who sacrifice everything. The Giving Tree is just one. There is another... the Perfect Mother.

She gave up her employment so she could give her children

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Challenge #01296-C201: Coat of Paper, Coat of Fur

"And she swore she would never eat another strawberry!" -- OohLookShiny

The assembled crowd of children turned to stare, open-mouthed, at the Silent Princess. Her name, insofar as anyone could understand her pantomime, was River. And she was living under a curse.

Beyond that, and her dislike of strawberries, everything was up to anyone's guess.

River shook her head and her hands danced. They danced to say, You have everything wrong, but they danced to people who did not understand the movements.

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Challenge #01208-C113: The Battered Knight

http://kelpls.tumblr.com/post/121675020089/i-really-like-the-idea-of-enchanted-suits-of -- Gallifreya

Every time she passed that one suit of armour in the hallway, there was always the smell of Rosemary. Princess Marille had inspected it, once or twice, in her youth. There was not a single scrap of Rosemary anywhere near or inside the shell of that battered old knight.

She had asked her tutors, once, why her family kept that scarred and dented armour when all the other suits of armour were so

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Challenge #01060-B328: In the Middle of a Faery Tale


And a third -- Gallifreya

Gloria had been combing her hair by the river when a wandering man stumbled upon her. He stood there, gaping like a landed fish, until Gloria started braiding it up.

"Fair maiden, I beg your boon," he began. "I am labouring under a terrible curse. A foul witch decreed that I must never refuse an opportunity for generosity until such time as a maiden bestows her true love's kiss."


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