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Of Green Fairies and Privateers
published on 03.08.2010, 10:58:24. Category: no category



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Fellow Rebel Adam and I were philosophising about life, sitting on the beach close to the old Scarlet Spires hall one day, when a figure clad in green came into view - it was the Lucky Fairy! She asked us to make a wish and as she spoke a bracken sprung fom the sand right in front of us. I closed my eyes and did as I was bid, then with the help of Shizu, his young blink hound, Adam and I challenged the magic tree... to our surprise and delight the creature had some treasures hidden in its roots - a stave of power and a pure crystal ring! We thanked the Lucky Fairy and parted from her, making our way towards town. I was feeling rather tired after a long day spent hunting, so I said to my friend I would send my niece to keep him company while I retired to rest.

Alas! I had just sank into a peaceful sleep when Rosina burst into my chamber shouting for help - I made her sit down and offered her a glass of water, then asked her to tell me what had happened. Eventually I managed to extract from her a coherent account of the events - Adam, Shizu and her were fighting trees and snakes when they came under attack. She was franctically healing herself, the pet and Adam from the magic blasts, the venomours bites and the privateers's swords, thinking her life and those of her friends would soon come to an end, then with a desperate effort she used the last charge of her precious ring to get rid of the snake that was viciously biting her legs, shouted to Adam to move away from the trees and equipped the bow I had given her, attracting the brutes to a better area and shooting arrow after arrow whilst trying to keep out of reach. She then saw Adam chasing one of the privateers at sea and, worried about the fate of her friend, was quick to jump in the water, ready to follow him. The young druid shouted to her to get back on shore and look after Shizu - her heart was beating fast as she scanned the horizon and she hugged the pet for comfort. Adam returned victorious, holding high the head of the rascal - Rosina clapped with delight but then her thoughts returned to the situation at hand - my niece was only too aware she could not survive an attack from many brackens nor could she guarantee the safety of her friends, so she asked Adam to follow her to the city gate and wait there - she would come and ask for my help.

I asked her to stay behind as she was in no fit state to go out again and quickly put my hat and robe on, then left her under the care of the innkeeper. I lost no time in joining Adam and together we set off for the woods - after the trees were dispatched we resumed our search for privateers and managed to bring one down. Some further scouting produced no results, and we assumed the rest of the band had possibly hidden in the woods and sought the protection of the giants. The young druid and his pet looked exhausted, so I advised him to go and get some rest but, after escorting him to the stable, I decided it was not safe to leave those villains lurking in the woods, so ventured into the giants's land to take a further look but, having failed to catch sight of the brutes, I too retired to rest. When I got back to the inn, I decided to check on Rosina so gently opened the door to her chamber and approached the bed - I could see by the light of the fire that her face was encrusted with dirt and dried tears and stood there for a few moments, grieved by the awareness of her fragility. Satisfied by her regular breathing that she was now deep asleep, I stroked her forehead, sighed and left the room.

During the days which followed I heard many tales from travellers who had also found treasures and trouble at the same time - it seems that a stroke of good luck takes its toll and that the Lady Moon was in one of her unpredictable moods!






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