Here is the first instalment. I might stagier this out more so I have time to get caught up. I'm planning on getting an actual cover at some point so for now this image was close to what I'm imagining. Ok. Enough of me talking. Enjoy.
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Into The Fairy Lands
By J. R. Bennett
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I
His Return
~*~
He was dead, that is
all everyone knew. Or thought at least.
Some people
say he died in his sleep, but twenty-something-year-old dying in their
sleep? That’s extremely uncommon.
Another
theory is that he was murdered, but this idea was dismissed long ago, as he has
no enemies. Further evidence was at his
funeral, where the guest book was full to the brim with signatures.
The truth
is he went missing. One day Edward Worley
vanished from his home and was never seen again. Search parties were arranged and nothing was
found. Whatever the theory, only one
fact was certain: Ed was gone and that was that.
It was one
year after Ed’s death when a few of his close friends started to receive
strange letters.
I am sorry
to say, the dates of these events are and will always remain unknown to me,
however I can tell you who received the first letter. His name was Zach.
Zach was a
lanky fellow with straw-like hair and had been friends with Ed for years. Their relationship was infamous for their verbally
violent arguments over who was more mentally superior. Ed once called Zach an “incandescent
light-bulb,” while Zach used even more less-friendly words. However hard they fought, they were still
friends.
It was a
cold and dim night when the first letter arrived. Cold drops of rain fell as Zach found the
letter in a bundle of bills and advertisements that asked for money. The envelope was tinted yellow and stamped
with a blotch of blue wax. The letter
ran:
Dear Zach,
I am writing to tell you everything
is all right. Don’t for a minute worry
about me; I’m quite well off. How is
everyone?
Don’t tell a soul of this letter,
I’ll be dealing with it myself.
Warm Regards and other
fancy words,
Edward
Zach glanced at these words with a feeling of
melancholy. It can’t be him, Zach thought,
Ed’s gone. Gone like the Dodo and was never to come back. It has to be some
sick joke. He then threw the letter
in the recycling and went back to whatever it was he was doing before.
Unnoticed
to Zach, peering through his living room window was a small figure. It was around three-quarters-of-a-foot high,
with a head big as a tennis ball. On its
face was a pair of big eyes, a little nose and wide mouth that was usually seen
grinning in a mischievous way. The grin
wasn’t in a mischievous way this time; it looked more like concern. It turned around and jumped off the window
ledge, and puttered to its master in the far distance.
The second letter arrived to a boy named Travis. He and Ed had known each other for years and
were practically inseparable in their younger days. Travis was short and was always dying his hair
different colours. Unlike Zach, Travis
was known for getting Ed into trouble.
The two often explored and wandered, finding themselves on more than one
occasion being led home in the back of a police car for trespassing or being in
the wrong place at the wrong time.
The note
sent to Travis was found in the cushions of his couch. Very little is known of his response, but it
is known that he believed the letter to be true and Travis even tried to write
back.
Now the
third letter was given to a girl named Alice.
She was a bit older then Ed and only hung around him for a little while. Ed was never one to have a girlfriend though
he and Alice had been close and she was devastated when she heard about Ed’s
disappearance. This note was found in
the mailbox – nearly taken by a sparrow – and it ran:
Dear Alice,
I wish to send you warm wishes but
warm wishes are of little necessity at this moment. I have a little request for you. Enclosed, along with this letter, is a list
of persons I would like you to invite to a small party. Some of these names will be familiar to
you. Please make sure that nobody but
these people are around.
Best wishes;
Ed
This letter was followed as if it was a final request. Of the names on the list, only Zach and
Travis showed up for the party. Despite
it being a small affair, the group all read The comfortable party guests of
what was soon to come foresaw little.
There came
a knock at the door and Alice went up the stairs to answer it. Upon opening the door, she saw in the cold
rain a young man wearing a trench coat, a long colourful scarf, a fedora, and
was holding a red, velvet carpetbag.
Upon recognizing the figure, and out of compulsion, Alice kicked the
stranger in the shin.
“That
wasn’t very nice,” said the stranger.
Alice then
hugged the man tightly.
“I can’t
breathe,” hissed the man.
“I don’t
care,” Alice replied, “you’re supposed to be dead.”
“Yeah. I- I
can explain. But first did you follow
the letter.”
“Yes.”
“Are all
the people there?”
“Sort of.”
“Pardon?”
“Only Zach
and Travis came.”
“Dither.”
“At least
some one showed up.”
“Good
point. Now can I come in?”
“No, you
can sit out and catch pneumonia.”
“Oh, you’re
too kind,” said Ed sarcastically and made a glare and a grin.
Ed was let
in. Everyone was surprised as the saw their old friend back. “I thought you were dead” was all they could
say.
“I have a
lot to explain,” answered Ed, “to begin a few years ago. I began to visit a fictitious world.”
“You were
probably dreaming,” put in Zach.
“I wasn’t,”
defended Ed, giving a blunt glare. “Anyways, I began to settle a home for myself.
I became associated with a group known as the Order of the Four Keepers. They have helped me begin a life of my own in
their world.”
“It’s a bit
of a stretch to believe,” said Zach.
“Well there
is more. When I became sick, I found it
harder and harder to visit my– we’ll call it my secret garden. When I was
brought to the garden once more, it was to be my last journey from this
world. Once I reached there, I had no
more strength to go back… so… I stayed.
“I didn’t
mean to deceive everyone, but when I was told there was no way I was going to
recover… it seemed like the only way.”
At that moment,
a head the size of a tennis ball poked out from Ed’s coat pocket. It moved its head about, looking at everyone
with a mischievous grin.
“Hullo!” The head cried in a high-pitched voice.
“I forgot
you were in there,” added Ed, he drew out the figure from his pocket. “Everybody meet Little Dill.”
Everyone
could notice that Little Dill was dressed in a fine suit of purple and a vest
of lovely yellow.
“How
cute?” Alice commented as she tried to
reach for him.
“Don’ts
t’ink abou’ it lady!” The toy shrieked.
“Little
Dill doesn’t really trust strangers.” informed Ed.
“Dat’s
right!” Little Dill squeaked. “For alls
I know you peepers could bees holding us cap’ive.”
Alice
looked hurt at these words.
“Don’t
worry,” continued Ed. “You’ll have lots
of time to get to know him.”
“What do
you mean?” Travis asked.
“Oh
nothing,” Ed shrugged as he walked to the fireplace and glanced into the
grate. “I only planned to take you all
with me when I go back.”
“What?” everyone cried.
“Little
Dill!” Ed ordered, ignoring the
response. “Get me the call bell.”
The little
toy ran to the carpetbag and produced from it a service bell. Ed took the bell and laid it on the top of the
fireplace, and pressed the little button on top. The chimney pipe rattled and out from the
mouth came a man in a flashy velvet suit that looked to belong from hundreds of
years ago. The man looked very ancient
with a long and strongly white beard that had a long, wooden pipe protruding
from it.
“‘Bout
time,” said the old man with a shudder.
“It’s raining hard enough to start a flood.”
“Sorry
Bug-a-Boo,” Ed replied, “I had to explain a few details.”
“Excuses
more like,” the old man said. “That’ll
be your downfall: your lack of awareness.”
“Who is
this guy?” quested Travis.
“Oh! Where are
my manners?” realized Ed. “Everyone, meet Professor
Bug-a-Palooza-Pick-a-low-Boo, or you can just call him Professor Bug-a-Boo.”
“What a
fine to-do,” Bug-a-Boo muttered impatiently as he looked about his
surroundings.
“What’d ye
say,” quested Ed.
“Nothing. Now, are they coming or not?” snapped Bug-a-Boo.
“That’s not
up to me,” Ed replied looking toward the others.
The three
made no reply.
“I haven’t
all night,” fumed Bug-a-Boo as he reached into his pocket and produced a silk
bag. He then pulled out a hand full of
sand-like powder and threw the contents into the fireplace. The flames began to glow in multiple colours,
emitting a glow much different to that of normal flame.
“I’ve
opened the door.” continued the sage.
“They can make their decision whether to jump in or not.” With that, Bug-a-Boo disappeared in a puff of
blue smoke.
Ed turned
to the others with a kind glint in his eye.
“If you come, you come. If you don’t, you don’t.” He then made a run for the fireplace and
jumped head first into the opening.
Little Dill
looked up at the others. “Are you
comin’?” he squeaked.
Everyone
gave a look of uncertainty, the kind that suggested, “I really want to go, but
will it affect my schedule.”
“Can’t you
sees that he’s alive?” Little Dill snapped and with that jumped into the
flames.
“I’m going
in,” said Travis and made a run for the fireplace. With a flash of flame, he was gone.
Soon only
Alice and Zach were left. The flames
were still giving off their glow, but the flames themselves were beginning to
shrink.
“Well?”
asked Alice, with her head slightly tilted.
“Well
what?” quizzed Zach.
“Are you
going in?”
To be quite
honest Zach was thinking to say “no”, but for some unknown reason that could
only be really explained as being in the spirit of the moment, he said
“yes.” Alice, in reaction to this,
grabbed Zach by the hand and started pulling him as she ran into the fire.
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Disclaimer: All characters are the creation of Joseph Bennett.
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Disclaimer: All characters are the creation of Joseph Bennett.
