| “What should I do?” Fern asked the Rusalka.
“Use
our magic,” the Rusalka scowled so forcefully that she caused Fern to
scowl as well, and Fern realized from the condescending tone of the
Rusalka’s voice that she was scowling at herself as the Rusalka
considered the question to be silly.
Fern
sent a wave of energy out towards the fairy knocking it back for a
moment, but the fairy recovered quickly and sent another curse towards
Fern. Fern ducked the spell again, this time however it nearly hit the
people on the bench behind her that were staring at her like she had
gone mad. Fern couldn’t blame them, they couldn’t see the fairy
that was attacking her or the magic, all they saw was a girl hopping
around on the sidewalk. But just because they couldn’t see the spells
didn’t mean that they couldn’t be hurt by them. If Fern didn’t end this
quickly they might get blinded by the fairy or worse. She swept her
hand like she’d seen the house fairy do a dozen times and smashed the
weed fairy into the steel posts that held up the bus stop. The iron in
the steel caused the fairy to sizzle and shriek with pain as it burnt
away the fairies magic for a moment.
“What now?” Fern asked the Rusalka as the fairy fell to the ground.
“Pick it up,” the Rusalka told her. “You can’t let it go.”
Fern
leapt up quickly snatched the fairy and held it tight. Apparently she
had caught the attention of a fairy after all, though he was just a
little one. She could feel his energy buzzing around in her hand as he
tried curse after curse to free himself, but the fairies inside her
kept Fern safe from this weakened little spirit, at least for now.
Desperate
to escape the little pixie bit Ferns finger nearly causing her to drop
it, but she stopped herself, realizing that if she let go it might fly
off and tell others about her.
“What should I do with you,” Fern mused.
“Kill it,” the most feral of the spirits which had possessed Fern laughed gleefully inside her head. “Eat it.”
Fern stopped herself from licking her lips and shuddered at the realization that the wild fairies had nearly regained control.
“I
can’t kill him,” Fern shook her head. “I think he’s pretty much
defeated now, aren’t you?” She asked the fairy who shook with
frustration.
“What
should I do?” Fern asked the Rusalka tentatively, for although the
rusalka was the most powerful of the spirits within her it had the most
connection to humans and so would be the most likely to understand her
feelings.
“He
has his orders,” the Rusalka told her, “they are to kill or blind you,
but he could be useful, you must force him to swear loyalty to you, and
swear to keep your secret.”
The bus pulled up disrupting Fern’s thoughts. She hurried onto the bus wincing in pain as the little spirit bit her hand again.
“Meldh,” Fern cursed the little sprite sending a shock of electricity through it which temporarily incapacitated it.
“Are you alright,” a familiar voice asked causing Fern to look up with a jerk.
Jacob
a boy from her previous school was scooting over to make room for her
to sit down. She hesitated for a moment, uncertain if she wanted to sit
beside him. They were friends but she had a spirit in her hand which
she couldn’t see. Far worse than that she had extremely lusty fairies
inside her head, most of which were prompting her to sit down for all
the wrong reasons. The bus door closed and a spirit settled in over the
passengers of the bus.
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