Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Chapter 8 - The Lost Rooms

Megan looked around her.

“So this is Fairyland. It’s so dainty and pink. Have you been here before Bach?”

“Yes I know my way round alright.” Bach replied. “Now follow me, we have to get round to the back of the Enchanted Castle every other entrance is guarded.”

On the outskirts of Fairyland, everything was dainty and pink. Pink flowers and shrubs were intermingled with occasional white flowers. No houses were around that Megan could see. However as she followed Bach she realised that Fairyland had a variety of homes for the people who lived there. Many of the flowering bushes sheltered beneath their branches, little creatures, the like of which she had never imaged. Tall trees had little windows carved in their trunks. Megan hardly noticed them until she realised that in one there was a tiny little man.

Every now and then they would pass a field that was a very different colour from the pinks that appeared in most places. When she came to a field that was full of green grass and large toadstools with red spots, she almost stopped. ‘This must be where the leprechauns come from’ she thought.

Before she had a chance to look closely and see if she could spot one, Bach had led her past and in to the center of Fairyland, into the town that surrounded the castle.

Here houses appeared and streets that looked like they could be from any mortal city, except they were so much smaller. Around the houses, trees and bushes still grew. The older fairies, liked the bustle of the town but not the more modern houses, still made their homes in the traditional way. Every now and then Bach stopped to chat to a passer by and would be pointed in the direction of where he should go.

Megan felt huge amongst the small houses. The small creatures wandering around below her did not seem to notice her size. Realising that they were probably mistaking her for a Giant, she trod carefully along the streets.

Bach lead Megan though the maze of little streets and houses until they came to an ordinary looking oak tree. He stopped underneath it and sat down indicating for Megan to do the same. After a short while a tree sprite appeared. Climbing down from the top most branches he carried on his head a small pot.

He handed the pot to Megan and gave Bach a hearty wink, then clambered up the tree again. Megan looked most surprised at this. Bach stood up again as if this was an everyday occurrence.

“This way” he called over his shoulder.

Megan followed, wondering at the miniature marvels she saw along the way. They passed out the other side of the town and headed up to the top of a middle sized hill with a very round top. Bach led her up to an old, stone, wall, the size of a door, standing in the middle of what looked like nowhere. Again he sat down.

“Take that pot that the oak tree sprite gave you.” He said. “Then dip the tip of your wand in it.”

Megan did as he requested. “What is in the pot?” she asked.

“Some of the glue from the oak tree.” he replied “You know they use this stuff to stick the acorns into the cups. Orlaith’s fairies will have used some glue from that tree to stick up the back entrance to the castle. You have to use some of the same batch in your spell to un-stick the entrance or it will not work.”

“What do we do next?” Megan wanted to know.

“You will have noticed this particularly useless looking wall already?”

Bach continued without waiting for an answer “this is the back entrance to the castle. As long as the fairies spell is on it, it will look like a wall. When you have succeeded in un-sticking it, it will look like a door. You must open that door and go inside by yourself.”

Megan gave a gasp of horror. “I can’t go inside there by myself Bach. Please come with me.”

Her eyes filled with tears at the thought of leaving her friend behind. Bach put his paws on her shoulders and licked her face.

“I will wait here for you. You must go in alone; the Enchanted Castle is not a suitable place for a dog. Remember you have all the power of a fairy in you for all that you are a mortal. Orlaith is only a fairy for all that she is a Queen. You needn’t fear her magic is stronger than yours because as long as your love for Michael remains pure you will succeed.”

With this assurance Megan walked boldly up to the wall and tapped it with her wand. She walked around it and tapped it on the other side. This is not going to work she thought. Then she remembered Michael and the way that he gazed adoringly in to her eyes.

She pointed the wand at the centre of the wall, shut her eyes and chanted,

“Un-stick, unlock, un-glue.
Michael my love
I will soon be with you.”

The door swung open. With a last wave of goodbye to Bach she waked though into the lost rooms of the Enchanted Castle.

A fine grey mist surrounded her. Megan realised that through the gloom, were doors, leading to the rooms no longer wanted by the occupants of the castle. Thousands of doors! Too late she realised that she did not know which one she had come through.

Wondering what was behind the doors she walked up to one and opened it. Beyond was a room so small that the door really felt quite the wrong size. Each of the fittings in the room was also very small. It was obviously a bedroom but instead of a bed, a large pond of water was situated in the middle of the room. ‘This must have bean for a water-sprite’ thought Megan. She shut the door and retreated back in to the grey mist.

Opening the next nearest door to her she discovered what looked like a perfectly ordinary bedroom. When Megan stepped inside she realised that actually it was actually upside down and she was now standing on the ceiling. With great difficulty she managed to turn herself around and leave again. Megan could not imagine what type of creature would want to live upside down but here was the room so someone must have used it once.

The next door she tried turned out to be a room decked out in gold. This must have been for a gnome guest she thought. Shutting the door she looked around. I don’t think I will find him by just looking in every room, she thought mournfully, I think I will try another spell

“Over land and sea I travelled
To find my love today
But I cannot choose which door
So wand please point the way”

The wand twisted until it pointed at a door that seemed an awfully long way off from where she was standing. Megan flapped her wings and flew towards it. Slowly at first then faster she sped towards the door.

Still she got no closer. Megan stopped flapping and let the grey mist envelop her for a moment. Out of the blue she remembered how she had travelled so far and so fast, when she was trying to escape from Orlaith.

“Add wings to my feet
Think of things sweet
Swift travel will be with me now.
To be with my love
I shall fly as a dove
To get to him quicker I vow”

Megan’s body slowly shrank then started to alter shape. As she changed she sprouted pale grey and white feathers until she was at last a dove. Then she flew as if her tail feathers were on fire. Towards the door she sped carrying in her claws Michaels Magic stick and her own wand. This time the door was getting closer. Faster and faster she flew, her now tiny body travelling much faster than she ever could have imagined.

At last she reached the doorway. Drooping with exhaustion she landed. Clutching the wand in her beak she waved it from side to side. She changed back to being a girl and looking over her shoulder Megan realised that although she was once more a girl she was also a fairy. Her wings seemed more solid somehow, as if they were no longer a convenient method of getting from one place to another but a part of her.

She picked up Michaels stick. Pushing open this door she found a green room with a soft downy bed. Fast asleep on the top lay Michael. Sleeping beauty here I come thought Megan with a smile. It must make a change having the girl wake the boy with a kiss.

She walked up to the bed and softly kissed his cheek.

Michael opened his eyes and sat up. He looked around and saw a fairy sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Yes, what did you wake me up for?” he asked a little rudely. He did not recognise Megan as a fairy with wings.

“It’s me! My love, I have found you at last” Megan hugged him tight.

Michael looked in her eyes and found that it was indeed as she had said. He remembered the warmth in her eyes when they first met and hugged her back.

“But how did you come to be a fairy?” he said with wonder.

“It was because of the dust you gave me.” She replied. “No more questions we have to find away out of here.”

Michael sighed. “I have done, I have opened door after door after door after door after door. But each one leads to just another room. After I saw this one I decided to lie down for a while and then you were here.

“Well let’s try a few more. You do want to escape don’t you?”

Michael nodded. “Then, before we go how about you do a bit of a conjuring trick with your new wand and zap up a bit of a snack, I am starved.”

Megan gave one flick of the wand and sure enough a hot dog appeared in Michael’s hand. “We will have to eat and run.” She said “we do need to find a way out of here.”


They stepped in to the foggy mist once more. Each of them taking it in turns to open doors, they wandered around with no particular haste. At last Megan opened a door that looked as if was just a little bit different from the rest. It had a slightly purple tinge to the frame and it looked almost as if there was sunlight on the other side.


Megan and Michael face Orlaith together in her own castle in Chapter 9 - Elspeth


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Thursday, 18 July 2013

Chapter 7 - A New Friend


Megan and Bach landed on the carpet of pink and purple flowers. Like the world she had left behind, the sky was blue, but that was where the resemblance ended. Rolling hills covered in flowers were rudely interrupted by a series of cliff edges that dropped down hundreds of feet to the sea.

Megan picked a flower from the carpet. She touched the large purple petals with wonderment. Each was as soft as velvet. At the heart of the flower was a set of smaller pink petals, that gave out the most delicious smell Megan had ever encountered.

“I don’t believe it,” said Bach pointing, “look over there”

On the top of a nearby hill Megan saw two fairies chained to posts. Both were weeping copious quantities of tears. A Dragon was leisurely walking up to the posts. Small puffs of fire were coming from his mouth.

“How awful, he’s going to eat them”

Without thinking Megan raised herself into the air once more. Flying straight to the post she landed behind the fairies. Taking out her wand she tapped silver cord that bound their hands to the post. At once it uncoiled from around their wrists.

The fairies vanished, but the dragon was still approaching. That was when Megan remembered Bach’s warning about not making them angry. Surely if anything was going to make one angry freeing its dinner would.

That was when she noticed how up close dragons don’t look anything like they do in books. Mortal artists had done their best to portray dragons but somehow they had made the dragons look a little bit cuddly and lovable, despite the pointed teeth and the fire coming from their mouths. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight that was now advancing on her and Bach at speed. Close up each of the dragons brightly coloured scales flashed as he moved, with the sharp edges catching the sunlight. The teeth looked more menacing than she had ever seen in any other creature before. His face was covered with scars and along one side there was an open gash still gently weeping slimy blue blood.

Bach was now by her side. “I guess we are for it now” he whined.

“Who let those Fairies go?” The dragon’s voice rumbled through the valley like a thunderstorm.

Megan took a step forward and pushed Bach behind her.

“I did,” she said as politely as she could.

“Why?” the dragon’s voice dropped even lower.

“Because I didn’t think that anyone should have to be eaten by a dragon.”

Megan took a deep breath and continued “I don’t mean to be rude but they are so small that they would hardly make a meal for you and well… I don’t think that being swallowed by a dragon would be a nice way for anyone to end up, let alone a little fairy.”

The dragon sat down hard. It cocked its head to one side and stared at her.
At last it began to chuckle, a chuckle that turned into a laugh and it laughed for a good long time. Eventually it looked at her again.

“What makes you think that I won’t eat you?”

Megan’s knees began to tremble “I don’t think that you won’t,” she said, “Rather I hope that you won’t”

The dragon chuckled again. “Well said little girl,” he pointed to a patch of ground near him.
“Sit”

Megan and Bach sat.

“I suppose you have heard all sorts of stories about how dragons are fierce creatures who like to eat people who are rude to them and devour maidens tied to posts.” He continued without waiting for her to nod.

“I suppose it would surprise you to hear that all dragons are vegetarian nowadays?” he paused and looked at her closely  “Dragons have been vegetarian ever since my great, great, great grandmother decided to make a feast of various fairies and goblins etc. She tried her hardest to make it a splendid occasion. She invited all the dragons in the world and when the meal was brought out we realized to late what her plan had been.

The silver lids were lifted off the platters and out of each one rose a fairy with a wand pointed at the dragon who was about to eat. They cast a huge spell on us all. Now any dragon that eats anything other than a plant or vegetable turns to stone and does not eat anything until the spell wears off.

It turned out that my great, great, great grandmother had made a bargain with the queen of the fairies. Dragons would become vegetarian and the fairy queen granted us our own lands to grown our food on. (Dragons eat quite a lot you know.) So the Dragonlands were born. This land is separate from the rest of Fairyland so that we can do what ever we wish. Officially we are still under the rule whichever fairy queen is on the throne but no one really takes much notice of that.”

The dragon paused reflectively to catch his breath.

“I did try once when I was younger, to eat a goblin I found, tying up a fairy to a post just like this one and I ended up being a statue for nearly 20 years.”

Megan smiled at him “May I ask your name?”

“Treetop” replied the dragon. “I was coming over here to set those fairies free myself you know. That sort of thing happens quite a lot. Those pesky goblins still believe that we will devour anything they tie to those posts. So they bring any fairy that upsets their mischievous plans here, to dispose of them.

Unfortunately I was putting up a shelf when the goblins responsible for today’s fairies ran past me talking about it at the top of their voices. I dropped the shelf awkwardly and it tore this hole in my side.”

Megan looked closer at the wound then over at Bach who nodded at her.

“Would you mind if I had a go at fixing it?” she asked the dragon “I am a bit new at this whole spell thing but I might be able to help”

The dragon laughed again. “That’s very kind of you,” he said “but hardly necessary Dragon’s heal super fast”

Sure enough in front of Megan’s eyes, the wound was slowly but surely closing, the flesh knitting together and the blood drying up.

He stood up and reached into the branches of a nearby tree. Plucking some strange looking fruit from the top he passed them down to Megan and Bach. Opening hers Megan found that the flesh was a deep blue colour. Bach’s was more like crimson.

“I think that you will like these,” said Treetop.

Megan and Bach thanked him properly as they had good manners. Sure enough in a short while the fruit soon disappeared. Treetop fetched some more while Megan and Bach took it in turns to explain why they had come to the Dragonlands. 

Treetop scratched his head. “I think that it would be best if I gave you a ride on my back to the Fairyland border. You both must be very tired by now. This way you can have a bit of a rest. After that you will have to be on your own.”

He looked at them sharply “I don’t want you thinking that I am offering to do this because I am a tame dragon or a wimp because I am a vegetarian. You can’t boss me about. I am doing it because you showed yourself to be brave when you set those fairies free and because you were polite and said thank you when I gave you the fruit. I am doing it because I like you and would like it if you would be my friend.”

Megan put her arms up to hug him “I would be honored if you would be our friend.” She declared.

Bach climbed up the dragon’s tail until he reached a place where he felt he could curl up and go to sleep. Megan fluttered up and chose a spot at the base of his neck.

Treetop flew high in the air. Passing over the land that changed from pink and purple to blue and through yellow and green he never swerved from his course. Scattered below were dragons going about their business. Growing crops of beautiful flowers seemed to be the chief concern of the dragons down below. Some of the dragons were so old that they were as big as a block of flats. Many of them waved as they saw Treetop. Megan and Bach slept soundly never noticing the wonders that passed beneath them until at last they landed. Megan reached up and hugged Treetop’s scaly neck.

“I will never forget you,” she said with a catch in her voice “I will tell everyone that I know that not all dragons are scary”

“Don’t be doing that. We would never be having any peace and quiet,” Treetop said with what sounded like a purr in his voice. “But you can come back and visit anytime you like and bring that troublesome leprechaun of yours as well”.


They hugged again. Then Megan and Bach turned and crossed the boarder in to Fairyland.

Megan and Bach cross Fairyland and enter the lost rooms in Chapter 8 - The Lost Rooms


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Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Chapter 6 - Pathway to the Dragonlands


Megan and Bach woke to a wonderful view at the top of the cliffs. Megan loved the way the early morning sunshine crowned each wave with pale gold. Bach, with other needs on his mind, liked the way that the fish were coming in close to shore. He was sure that he could catch some for breakfast.

They wound their way down the narrow path to the beach. The white sand, streaked with rivulets of water trickling down from the mountain, was warm underneath her feet. Bach dived into the waves and had breakfast.

“How can we possibly manage to get across the water?” Megan sat on the sand and wriggled her toes. “I can’t afford to get a boat and we certainly can’t swim the whole way.”

Bach sat down next to her. “Do you remember what I told you about how people know things deep down inside, when they think they don’t?” He asked.

“Yes”-replied Megan

“Well, what about it? Do you think you could do something? After all you have the fairy dust in you and you have Michaels travelling stick.”

“I think that this is too big for instinct alone.” Megan said mournfully. “Somehow I can’t imagine a mortal crossing a distance this wide without the help of a boat.”

Bach stood up and passed along the sand in front of her. “Time for Lesson two” he began.

“You have your wand for when you need to act instinctively and you don’t have time to think of a rhyme. This is sloppy way of doing magic and you can never be sure of the result. Your emotions will cloud your judgement when you try to use it in a stressful situation.”

He sat down facing her and looked deep in to her eyes. “Right now you have the time to sit and think about what you want to achieve with your spell once you have decided this, all you have to do, is form it in to some sort of a rhyme.”

Megan thought about the problem for some time, until the sun was high in the sky. Then she stood up. Looking out across the sea she began to chant.

“Water is an element of life
Life is what I am.
So I may save the one I love
I’ll do what ever I can.”

She patted her pocket to check she had not dropped Michael’s stick. Then picking up Bach, she walked into the water.

“Stop!” exclaimed Bach.

“I told you that you had the power of a fairy, not the power of a mermaid.”

Megan walked back to the beach and sat down again to think. Once again she cradled Bach in her arms. She began to chant for a second time.

“Fairy, fly though the air
On wings that shimmer and shine.
I wish that I could rise up now
To find that love of mine

 “A little bit soppy” growled Bach.
Then seeing the disappointment he changed his tone “That’s more like it” he said encouragingly.

Megan shut her eyes tight and imagined a way to cross the ocean. ‘Flying’ she thought ‘that’s what fairy’s are famous for. I will fly to Michael.’ She thought about what it must feel like to fly above the clouds, in the warmth of the sun. Gripping Michael’s stick harder she felt something begin to happen.

All at once she felt her feet leave the ground. A strange feeling was growing from her back. She opened her eyes and looked down. She was hovering above the water. She looked over her shoulder to where the funny feeling was coming from.

“Wings!” she exclaimed with delight. “I have wings”

Flying up to the top of the cliff she saw the path of the sun moving across the sea. She landed again. I really need to do something about Bach she thought. She held her wand over him.

“Wish to fly too Bach, so you can come too. I can’t fly all the way over the ocean with you in my arms you are much too heavy.”

“Dogs,” said Bach “are not meant to have wings. You can only bend the rules so far. That would definitely be breaking them.”

Megan looked disappointed for a moment. Then she grinned.

“What about a travelling bubble?” she asked. “I think that I could produce some sort of bubble for you to fly in. You could use Michael’s travelling stick to direct it, the way that he does with his pocket handkerchiefs.”

Bach thought for a while and then agreed.

Megan thought quickly this time.
“To save us some trouble
From this big wet puddle
We need air to thicken and
Create a travelling bubble.”

Bach groaned with despair. “I think the only redeeming feature of that rhyme, was you leaving out the word Cuddle.”

“You did not say that it had to have rhythm as well as rhyme” Megan replied cheerfully “and it is working.”

Sure enough the air around was thickening and within a few minutes a bubble had appeared. It had a faint pink and blue sheen to its surface and looked as delicate as a soap bubble. Megan and Bach peered closely at it.

Megan poked it with her finger to see if it would burst. Her finger came up against a wall that felt as if she was poking a baby’s tummy. Bach took Michaels stick from Megan then nudged the bubble with his nose. It enveloped him entirely. Megan realised that although she could still see him, Bach looked fainter than before.

“I think that no one will notice you flying around in this.” She shouted

Bach’s voice wafted through the bubbles’ wall to her. “There is no need to shout I can hear you perfectly well.”

So, Bach and Megan set off to fly across the ocean. Half way across Megan began to get tired. Having to flap wings for mile after mile was more exhausting than she expected. Bach suggested a quick stop on an island below so that they could both rest.

Resting on the beach of the tropical paradise, Megan realised that the rocks she could see scattered around the bay, were covered with people; people with long vary-coloured tails.

“Who are they” she quizzed Bach.

“They are the Mir-people.” He replied. “I think I will go and talk to them for a while. You wait here and rest. They may know some handy tips for getting through the Dragonlands. We must be getting close now as the Mermaid islands are quite close to the Dragonlands boarder.”

Bach pranced into the water and doggy-paddled over to one of the mermaids’ rocks. Megan remained on the beach thinking about the wonderful exhilaration of flying. The feeling of the clouds, as her feet brushed by them, and the heat of the sun on her back, the memory of them made her smile.

Bach returned soon from his chat with the Mermaids.

“We are getting close.” he warned, “We will soon be at the boarder to the Dragonlands. You had better prepare yourself. If we meet a dragon you must be polite and respectful. They are known to be quite the grumpiest of creatures and we don’t want you burnt to a crisp.

Megan nodded and picked up her wand. Bach’s bubble appeared again. With a wave goodbye to the mermaids, they floated off towards the now setting sun.

The curve of the sun disappeared beyond the horizon. Megan realised that instead of the darkness she had expected, she was surrounded by a dazzling orange and red blaze. Beneath her the ocean vanished and was replaced by a carpet of pink and purple flowers. Then the orange radiance of the border between her world and this one receded. The sky was filled with cloudless blue of such a deep shade that it almost hurt Megan eyes to look at it.


Bach looked around. “We have made it! Welcome to the Dragonlands”



Megan saves a fairy from a fierce looking dragon but will she find herself eaten in it's place. Chapter 7 - A New Friend


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Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Chapter 5 - Discovery for Megan


Megan awoke with a start. A small but sharp sound, dragging her from her sleep.

‘Chirp’

There it was again. She looked all around her but could see nothing but leaves and flowers.

‘Chirp CHERP’

This time it was more insistent. She glanced in the direction she thought that the sound had come from, and saw a small brown bird almost camouflaged by the bark of the tree.

He cocked his head on one side when he saw that she had noticed him, and then flew to another branch.

‘Chirrup’

 “What’s the matter little guy” she said gently “don’t you like sharing your bush with a stranger? Don’t worry; I’ll be on my way in a moment”

Megan crawled out from under the bush and looked around. In the distance, on the brow of the hill she had walked down last night, she could see something moving. As the figures got closer she could see two men and a dog on a lead, pulling them in her direction.

‘Chirp’

She looked again at the little brown bird as he hopped from branch to branch, and then again at the approaching figures in the distance. Thinking about it for a minute, she could tell that they were not entirely mortal. The way that the shorter one of the two was dressed seemed out of place. The taller one seemed to have hair growing out of the top of his ears. The dog on the lead didn’t seem to belong to the group. His coat was glossy and brown with small patches of white. He possessed the kind of melting brown eyes that could make anyone feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Megan could not decide exactly what type of dog he was but she felt an instant stab of jealousy towards the two men. Having a dog, that she instinctively felt would be just the sort of dog she would like, made her decide that they might be the sort of people that she might well get on with, under different circumstances. Still she hesitated; the dog did look out of place with them, so it could be that they were not so nice after all. She crawled under the bush again and waited to see what would happen when they passed her. She peered between the foliage wondering if they would pass her by with out noticing. As they drew closer she could hear the tone of their voices, lowered as if they knew that someone was hiding there.

Megan realised in a flash that they must be looking for her. She drew back in the heart of the bush, and screwed up her eyes, wishing with all of her might that the two strange men would not see her. She could not imagine why these men were after her she just knew that she would be better off hiding from them.

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Orlaith’s attendants, on discovering Megan’s absence from her mother’s house, informed the queen. She had decided to send after her, two of the best trackers in fairyland. Strictly speaking they were retired from the tracking business, to act as private detectives in the mortal world. But as they were not as successful at this business as they had hoped, they found that every now and then they could be persuaded to revert to their former talents

Eamon was the tall one that Megan had noticed as having hair growing out of the tops of his ears. He was part troll and was considered to have the brains of the outfit. Dermot was part goblin and dressed in peculiar looking clothes to try and minimise the less human aspects of his appearance.

“Eamon” the shorter of the two men spoke first. “That bush over there”

“Yes Dermot” the second man replied. “Don’t look at it, the little mite might realise that we have spotted her.” then who knows what might happen, he thought privately

“Eamon, how did Orlaith know that we would find her here?” Dermot lowered his voice so as to make sure that only Eamon would hear.

Eamon didn’t bother to reply. Turning instead he glanced at the path they had crossed to reach the young girl.

“Wouldn’t you rather know how a young girl like her managed to travel so far so fast? How she managed to hide herself away on the journey so that she was not seen by anyone who she passed?” He sighed,

“Dermot that was no ordinary punter that gave us this job, we both know what goes on here, I’m part goblin and you are part troll, we may be part mortal too but that is no reason for us to be stupid. This has all of the hallmarks of being one of her majesty’s grand plans.”

Dermot fell silent. His brow creased as he thought hard about what Eamon had said. Then ignoring his friends warning he glanced at the bush. He saw the beautiful white flowers and the dark green leaves nestling behind them, he noticed the way that the twigs and leaves curled round the trunk of the bush. He glanced again, the girl had gone.

Megan sat motionless under the bush, hardly daring to breathe. She saw the shorter of the two men glance at her and was sure for a moment that she had been seen. She felt terror rise up within her as she met his eyes.

But he did not see her. I don’t understand, Megan thought. He looked right at me. Right now he should be nudging his friend and rubbing his hands in anticipation of the reward that he will get for taking me home.

The two men walked right up to the bush and circled around it a few times. Maybe he did see me, she thought. Maybe he is just pretending so that I don’t run.

Eamon and Dermot walked round the tree more slowly.

“I said not to look at her, didn’t I?” said Eamon angrily. “Now look what you’ve done. She’s gone and vanished on us. How do you think we are going to catch her now Dermot? It’s pretty hard to catch an invisible girl”.

Dermot didn’t bother to reply. Instead he untied the dog from his lead. The dog, which until now had not showed much interest in anything around him, pushed his way under the bushes branches.
                
“Get that dog out of there” Eamon’s roar sliced through the air like a knife.

Dermot stood looking at Eamon, with an open mouth. “We have worked together for nearly thirty years and you have never spoken to me like that before” he said. “There is no job on the planet worth enough to break up our friendship”

“I know Dermot,” said Eamon somewhat more quietly. “But for goodness sake call back that dog. We don’t want to loose him too.”

Dermot called the dog. A slight rustle of leaves was the only reply. Eamon walked round the bush once more. “It’s no good Dermot you won’t see that dog again. I’m sorry; I know how much you liked him. I should have warned you.”

“You didn’t know that I was going to let him off. I just thought that even if we couldn’t see her, that the dog would be able to smell her.”

After a short pause Eamon turned to Dermot “let’s go home. I knew this job would be trouble from the start. Fancy sending us the invitation to come before the event had taken place you know as well as I do that I never get mixed up with the time zones. I don’t like loosing a dog but I don’t want to loose the only partner I have”

The two men turned around and started to walk back in the direction that they had come from. Eamon glanced once over his shoulder at the bush, and then lengthened his stride as if he could not wait to leave.

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Underneath the bush Megan was trembling, no longer with fear, but with delight.

She looked around her and could see the little bird in the branches and the dog, who was sitting by her feet panting. She could see them quite clearly so why couldn’t the men? Reaching up, to brush her now tangled hair out from her eyes, Megan jumped in surprise. Her hand wasn’t there. She moved it about in wonder. There was a slight pucker in the air it moved around but if she held it still, it was completely invisible.

Looking over at the dog once more she stretched out her hand and touched it, then withdrew as she realised that he too, was now invisible. Megan watched the two men striding away, but they did not take any further notice of her. Once more, she passed her hand in front of her eyes. She waited until they had crossed over the brow of the hill, and then looked down again. She had reappeared. She looked at the dog. He had pricked up ears and a jolly expression. “It must have been that fairy dust I swallowed. I wonder if the ‘her majesty ’ those men were talking about was Orlaith?”

“That was her alright,” said the dog “Pink dress, swirling wind at her feet, shouts a lot?” the dog looked questioningly at Megan, who nodded. “Yes, she gave us an audience about two hours ago and asked those men folk to catch you”

Megan caught her breath as she realised the dog had spoken. The look on her face must have been full of amazement because the dog decided to explain.

“A few years ago I did some small service for one of the fairy attendants to the queen of Fairyland. The attendant granted me one wish as my reward. I chose the gift of languages. I can understand any creature and make myself understood when I choose.”

 “How wonderful!” exclaimed Megan, “a talking dog. Can you tell me who those men were and how you came to be chasing me?”

“They are Eamon and Dermot P.I.’s. I decided to stay with them until I found someone who I would like to live with more. I was chasing you because I didn’t know until I saw you that you were the one I would like to live with.” said the dog “can you scratch behind my ears for me please?”

“P.I.’s?” wondered Megan.

“Private Investigators. Go on please; I’ve got an awful itch”

“I think I ought to know your name before I scratch you behind the ears.

“Johan Sebastian, better known as Bach, at your service” Said the dog. “You humans have a funny sense of humour”

“Well Bach, Why don’t you tell me more about yourself and the men and why they were after me?” said Megan “and I will scratch your ears at the same time.

“I am guessing that you won’t be interested in the whole ‘puppy, one of a litter of six stories’. So I will cut to the chase. Orlaith explained what has been going on with you and Michael to Eamon and I listened in. I know Michael so I thought I would come for a walk and meet you.”

Megan sat up as if she could not have been more surprised if he claimed he had come from the moon.

“What’s more than that, I know that Michael is in trouble and we are going to be the ones to save him.” Megan hugged Bach tight.

“Really you’re going to help me” She exclaimed.

“On one condition” said Bach solemnly “I don’t want to eat any more of that disgusting dog food from tins, in chunks in gravy, with jelly or otherwise. It’s all utterly horrible.”

“I promise,” said Megan equally solemnly

“First things first” Bach said standing up “you are going to need to learn to control your magic. This is a rather splendid bush, but it is not the type you need, to make a wand from.”

Megan looked blank

“You know a wand like the fairy’s have” said Bach impatiently”

“But I’m not a fairy”

“No, but you have all the power of one because you ate some of the fairy dust. How did you think you managed to get so far, so fast, without anyone seeing you?”

Megan looked a little puzzled but Bach continued to talk. 

"It said in the papers that Michael had fallen in love with you one day, and then this morning there was a followup piece that stated that Michael was suspected of stealing fairy-dust from the castle and that furthermore that you were suspected of having tasted it. After tracking you this far was sure that it was the case. I could smell the changes taking place within you as you traveled. I don't suppose you remember what it tasted like do you?"

 Megan tilted her head to one side a she thought about it. "Honey and lemons" she said at last. "It was a bit like cough syrup but without that nasty tang."

"Okay said Bach "I think that because it tasted nice to you it means that you now can work with the magic of a fairy even though you are still mortal". 

So they sat under the pretty bush and made a plan for the rescue of Michael. As Megan was not a fairy she could not enter Fairyland though the gates with the guard troll. Fortunately Bach knew of another way in.

“The Dragonlands” he said proudly. “No mortal is brave enough to go through the Dragonlands, so the fairies don’t bother putting warding spells and guards there because they think no-one will try and get in that way.

“I wonder why” Megan muttered under her breath. 

“Don’t take on so, we will be fine. You have the fairy dust inside you, that will get us though.” said Bach “The only thing that we need to worry about is where to find the path to the Dragonlands.”

So under the cover of the invisibility spell, Megan and Bach set out to find the perfect wood for her wand. All mortals have inside them the path to the Dragonlands, Bach had explained. It’s just that they don’t know how to read what is inside their heads. The wand will just show you the way your heart already knows.

Megan reflected for a while. The vast majority of people don’t even know what they want out of life, how they can possibly know the way to somewhere that they are not even sure exists, when …  She stopped ‘this is far too complicated for me,’ she thought.

Bach grinned in a doggy way. Humans, he thought, can’t teach an old human, new tricks. He stopped at a tree with long smooth twigs, snapped one off in his mouth then passed it to Megan.

“So far you have been relying on instinct to control your magic. This is fine for now but you will have to learn how to spell cast soon, so that you can be more precise. There is not much to it. You just have to think what you want to do and form your thoughts into a rhyme. It does not have to be good poetry but it does have to rhyme. That way the spell knows when you are finished casting.”

“For now, we will rely on your instinct. We will just focus it a bit more. Lesson one. Hold this out in front of you and think of Michael.” He instructed.

The twig twisted in Megan’s hand until it pointed towards the direction of the village they had walked through last. They walked in that direction for a while until the stick turned again.

Eventually they came to the cliffs but the stick pointed over the ocean, into the path of the setting sun. 


Tired, with the walking they had done and discouraged at the impossibility of the task ahead, Megan and Bach went to sleep in the open. It was once more a balmy night. They needed no cover, as they had each other to keep warm.

Megan discovers more of what she can do with the fairy-dust inside her. 
Chapter 6 - Pathway to the Dragonlands


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