Thank You Faerie Much
I could see the stars through the treeline. It was a clear night, perfect for star gazing. I made sure my camera’s settings were correct.
Looking through the viewfinder I tried to line up a good shot. My foot caught on a tree root. I tumbled down the hill, losing my camera on the way.
My head was fuzzy. I tried to move, but my ankle was twisted. I laid there, trying to gather the will to move. When I noticed a pair of shoes beside me.
“Is this yours Miss?” he asked, with an accent I’d never heard before. Definitely not from the U.S. Still dazed, I tried to look at him. He had pale blond hair that seemed to glow in the moonlight. His face was very angular. He was a beautiful slim, but muscular man.
“I’m sorry, what?” I stammered, trying to get up.
“Oh, let me help you,” he said, rushing to my side grabbing an arm to pull me up.
“Thank you, I’m so clumsy,” I said, embarrassed that this very attractive man witness this little incident.
He paused, studying me for what seemed like a long time. “You’re welcome,” he said, a smirk on his lips. “I think this is yours.” He held my smashed camera out.
“No! Really?” I shouted, grabbing my camera.
“This is not yours?”
“It is, but it’s broken. Now I can’t take pictures.”
“Why take pictures, when you can memorize the sky?”
I stared at him.
“Would you like to watch the stars with me?”
I nodded. We laid in the grass watching the night sky talking, about everything.
The next morning I was alone. My camera was fixed. I realized I probably hit my head and dreamed the whole thing.
Three years later.
I was walking home, pulling my hood up a little closer to my face trying to stay warm. Suddenly, I was not on the street, I was in the woods with the moon shining brightly.
“What the hell?” I whispered. I was on the street, now I’m in the woods. That’s not possible. I turned to see the ethereal man I had met the last time I was in the woods.
“I need to call in the debt.”
“Excuse me?” I asked, with my hands on my hips.
“You thanked me, I’m calling in the debt,” he said, smiling.
“I don’t even know you. I don’t owe you a damn thing. I’m leaving,” I said turning in the opposite direction.
I walked back to him. He laughed. I turned around and went back. I walked to him again.
“What is happening?” I said. I was shaking. It had nothing to do with the temperature.
“You owe me. You will pay it or I’ll kill the one you love.”
I gasped. Kill the one I love? What the hell does that mean? I almost asked him, but his face was contorted into something out of a nightmare. His face melted away revealing scales and fangs. I took a step back, falling over plants that shot out of the ground behind me.
“What are you?”
He laughed and we were transported to the mouth of a cave. I couldn’t breathe. Inhaled, but could only get a short breath. I exhaled and tried again. Dizziness set in. Not enough air.
“You will fetch the iron sword, but you can’t touch it. Put it in this bag,” he said, tossing it at my feet. “Then bring it back to me and our bargain is complete.”
I was frozen. He wanted me to get a sword in a creepy cave?
A dagger landed in the ground between my feet. I jumped back.
“Go!” he yelled.
I adjusted my hood, grabbed the bag, and fumbled through the cave. It grew darker the further I walked. Remembering my cell phone, I found the flashlight app.
I walked so long that my legs were sore. Tears streaked down my face as I slid down the cave wall, sitting on the ground.
I felt a hand cover my mouth. I heard, “Shhh…” My phone’s light went out.