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Alright…you know those nice old stories...the one about nice faeries, cute unicorns and nice old helpful wizardly men? Well…I’m sorry to say…This story really isn’t like that. In fact…this story is the exact opposite. With mean faeries, paranoid ghosts and even excited blacksmiths…Now you may think this story so far sounds like just an odd comedy, but…I’m sorry to say. It isn’t. Now lean back, clothes your eyes, and I will take you to a place, to a time where things weren’t always what they seemed…..

It was night. The air around them seemed to be filled with a cold icy smell, now even though it WAS a wintery night this night was different. It was a night where you had to be in it to be able to later describe exactly what it was like. Though I will try my best to give you the picture of this starless time…Now, where was I? Ah yes, the air. The air was cold having an icy smell one that sent a chill to the bone even through the strongest skin.

The cave that this all started with was dark, trickles of black water moved along the gray walls…drip…drip…drip. The water was toxic. Having been turned black from the old wizards potions that he’d just carelessly dumped everywhere. Explosions came from the end of the cave each one louder then the next. A fine black mist crept slowly along the cave floor reaching out as though it had fingers that were searching for anything to grasp. There was a manic laughter that grew higher pitched each time it sounded…One laugh…two laughs…Three…..Silence. There was an owls hoot outside the cave shattering the silence that held all spell bound. the mist reared up into the air twirling and sparking and then suddenly….Died.

Now while this all happened one person a rather seemly figure moved…Or shall we say, flew towards the cave, glancing right and left just to make sure that she wasn’t being followed. The figure was small, maybe two feet in height?

Her blond hair was messy and un-kept with bits of leaf parts and twigs broken into it. She wore a plain brown burlap dress that had been patched up. She moved silently and decisively towards the cave. She entered in ignoring the cold shiver that ran down her spin...Warning her that she should not go any farther down this path.

She moved purposely to the back cave where a fire burned, the flames tinged in green and a cauldron sat the insides filled with a gurgling mass of blue, yellow, and gray goo. A table stood next to the boiling cauldron, on it were tubes and items of every shape and size.

A smirk played across her face as she flew over to the cauldron reaching out to take a vile from its place. Her hands had just closed around it when a sudden sharp and dusty voice cut through the air.

“STOP!” The faerie spun looking at the old wizard eying him in disgust.

“Old man I came for what is rightfully mine.” She said in a voice that held nothing but the utmost contempt. The wizard stepped forward his walk a commanding gait.

“Faerie nothing of yours is in this place. Now LEAVE!” he pointed a commanding finger at the women and she was hit with a sudden force flying back. The thing pushing her not stopping until she’d reached the edge of the cave. She landed outside on her butt the world spinning around her, white clouds of breath issuing from her mouth. Cursing she stood up stamping her foot in rage at what had happened and what she’d been denied.

“Got you to did he?” asked a thin somewhat flickery voice. The faerie hissed ducking down as she looked through the thick fog trying to see exactly what it was that stood in front of her. She almost missed it, had she not been looking through the fog hard she wouldn’t have seen it at all. A form, thin and pale, blending into the fog stood, or rather floated in front of her.

The ghost bowed to her his form flickering in the night air. “He doesn’t like people coming into his liar…And especially not those that want to collect his debt to them.”

“What do you know about it?” she snapped angrily glaring at the ghost not caring that his 5ft 9 inch form towered over her, not caring that his black hair made his features look all pointy and strict. “You’re just some dead person whose features can’t be told differently from the scenery around him.”

He glanced side to side thinking about what she said then shrugged, “I may be dead…But at least I…” his serious comment was broken off as wind blew through the air making a whistling sound amongst the gray trees. One branch broke off making a resounding creak that caused the ghost to jump and gasp out,

“Wh-what was that?!?! Don’t hurt me!” Had the faerie girl not been so upset about everything that was going on she would have burst out laughing. As it was a smirk played across her lips and she scoffed shaking her head,

“You…After all that talk? You’re afraid of a tree branch falling to the ground??!?” the ghost hung his head looking down.

“It could have been something...i may be dead but I’m not invulnerable...i’d rather not be killed again..’ he glanced to and fro as though while talking, something would jump out and get him.

The faerie shook her head annoyed and was about to reply when a sudden whistling was heard through the air. It was someone playing out an old folk tune. Then suddenly in a brass voice a song burst into words. From what could be gathered it was talking about a person being unable to wait for his wedding day...and for the time he could be with his bonny lass….

The voice trailed off as he stepped out of the trees gazing at the cave. The ghost and faerie watched him from their hidden spots. He had a smile on his face though it seemed kind of strange mis-matched with the dreary place around him.

The man was tall and had raven black hair, a beard that came to around his chin and a handle-bar mustache. His face had an odd look of almost childish excitement and curiosity. He took a deep breath as though bracing himself and then walked into the cave.

“Hello?” His voice echoed through the cave, “I was told the old wizard lives here and will help me…”

The faerie and ghost glance at each other, “He’s so dead.” Muttered the ghost worriedly, “Maybe we should help him?” The faerie rolled her eyes,

“No way. Let them deal with this all on their own.” She crossed her arms and then trailed off listening to what the man was saying, “Wizard, I come for the item you owe me…The dowry for my wedding.”

The faerie suddenly sat straight up, “that little brat..he may be after my item!!!” without giving the ghost a chance to do anything she lunged forward flying into the cave, “this is not good..” he whispered and floated after her his head hanging in defeat. She saw the wizard handing the man this item and then tackled him, “MINE!” she screamed and yanked the lid from the box.

“NO!!!!” screamed the wizard and blacksmith together, but to late. The lid plopped off of the box flying to the side. There was a high-pitched keen that seemed to come from the box itself.

“What have you done??” whimpered the ghost as he floated near the faerie and stricken blacksmith. The wizard shook his head. “You foolish, foolish faerie you’ve unleashed the…” the rest of his words were drowned out as everything around them changed. The box began to glow, it grew brighter, and brighter forcing every one to close their eyes.

When the light had faded they were in a strange land. The ghost, the blacksmith, the faerie and the wizard were all sitting on a white spongy thing. The air was filled with a crisp clean smell and the land around them was covered in a thick white fog.

“Where are we?” whimpered the ghost, “Dead??”

“No.” muttered the wizard annoyed, “All because of this faeries greed we’ve had a spell cast upon us.” He glared at the girl who shrugged looking away. “We’re in cloud city..” continued the wizard as he shook his head “Well…that doesn’t sound to bad…” muttered the ghost, “what’s the catch?” “It’s where the mean giants live.” Muttered the wizard glancing around, “and at the moment I’m out of magic and can’t get us home…” “So then…” the man said softly, “I wont be able to get home…for my wedding?” The wizard shook his head, “I’m afraid not…I’m sorry lad.” The ghost sighed looking around at the wasteland of white they were suddenly now confined to, “faerie….” He whispered softly, “What have you done…..?” he trailed off as just behind them came an anger roar that seemed to sound as though from a being that might just be giant.

“Come on, we’re NEARLY there!” snapped the faerie girl.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, but are you sure there’s no traps or nothing?” asked the man, his small eyes shifting back and forth warily. The faerie, a small two foot blond surrounded in a white light, glared at him as he floated after her.

“Course I’m sure….It’s JUST a wizards cave.” the man, a 6 ft 2 in ghost, shuddered, his pail brown hair flopping around his head. He glanced to and fro worriedly, afraid something would happen. The two continued along the cave searching….searching…and searching.

Items of all shapes and sizes surrounded them, there were boxes in shapes of stars and tubes in shapes of X’s, yet none seemed to be what the two were looking for. They were just getting to the end of the cave when voices started to reach their ears,

“I found it!!!! This is GREAT!!!” there was a sudden, excited laughter that echoed around the stone cave walls.

Soon a young man in his late twenties, early thirties, came into view. He has a grin on his face going from ear to ear and an item that seemed out of place amongst the ‘Every color in the rainbow/ Every shape ever known items’. The item he held was a plain….old….box. The faerie suddenly shot forward.

“That’s mine!!! Gimme!!”

“No way. I found it!” the man drew back, his rough blacksmith hands gripping the box tightly. The ghost whimpered some.

“You guys, we need to get out of here….If we have the item, then traps may go off.” the faerie rolled her eyes.

“Shuddup!” she turned back to the man.

“Give me the box.” the man shook his head pulling away.

“I found it though..” the faerie was about to reply when the ghost said, “Let’s get out of here…We can travel together, threes better then two if we get attacked.” the other two looked at each other then nodded.

“Alright then…” the man with the box said finally.

“Very well..” muttered faerie. Turning the three started walking towards the exit. They walked…and walked…..and walked. Finally they made it out of the cave. The three looked at each other frowning. The ghost glanced around.

“Is it really safe to stand in the open?” asked the ghost, his eyes flicking from side to side, “We could be attacked or….”

“Will you SHUT UP?!!?!” snapped the faerie and blacksmith at the same time. They glanced at each other then burst out laughing.

Finally the blacksmith said, “So why have you been looking for the box?” asked the faerie to the blacksmith who shrugged, “I’ve always wanted to see the city…you?” she and the ghost glanced at each other oddly then the faerie replied.

“Well….I want the box so I can control the world and make it black like I want it…” she broke off into a rough cackle.

“Errrrrright.” the man looked down at the box, “Can this box REALLY do that?”

“Yup.” said the faerie. The blacksmith nodded and glanced at the ghost questioningly.

“I’m only hear, because she threatened to kill me…That and so I’d no longer have to be paranoid…I mean a world all black, and made out of rock and such?” he broke off giving a wistful sigh and looking at the ground day dreaming about it.

“Ahh….” the blacksmith mumbled and gave a small nod acting like he knew what the ghost was talking about.

“Lemme see the box!!” the faerie demanded, launching herself at the box in the mans hands. The blacksmith dogged to the side only to have the ghost tackle him and the faerie try and get the box again.

Now, for times sake and , because of all the blood and gore, the next fighting scene will be skipped so as not to unsettle any ones stomachs. Let’s just say that the fight was long and ended with all, but the faerie unconscious.

The girl laughed evilly looking at the box. Years and Years she’d looked for this box. One that would plunge the world into darkness. The other two woke up and saw what she was doing and then began to lunge at her just as she opened the box…….


Now here the story will paused while you get some background information. While the three did meet up with each other in the cave, they had not been traveling together. Also, in truth, the items they were looking for were 2 different items.

The blacksmith found the item he wanted, but the faerie and ghost, well they were mistaken. In fact the item that the faerie was after was actually in the hands of Hades….but that is a whole ‘nother story…but I’m sure this separate thing is getting quite annoying. So back to the story…

The other two woke up and saw what she was doing and then began to lunge at her just as she opened the box. Instantly there was a flash of light and the scenery around them swirled out and became only a mix of colors, like paint going down a drain and finally things began to clear.

When things became clear they were surrounded in something like fog….or was it cloud? Everything was white and bright, with the air tinged in lilly and rose petals.

“Wow….” whispered the blacksmith as he looked around in awe. “I’m here….”

“Where?” countered the faerie as she looked around the heavenly scene, a look of disgust on her face.

“Home of the good people and cloud people…” said the smithy, “Cloud City.”

The ghost frowned looking around at the pretty place in disappointment, “You mean hell?”

Swamps are often considered a haunted spooky place, full of alligators, bugs, and swampy stuff. The question is how come we have such a bleak look on that type of habitat? So I’ve decided to ask those that live here in this wet, bug infested land, why it’s so bleak.
And you know what I found out? Those alligators or ‘Pale eyes’ as they like themselves to be called don’t think it’s bad at all. They argue that they are not bad and it’s all just a misunderstanding. So I went to the dark warm African swamps to find out more about this. Here is their story…


“Well I was swimming through my dark lake as usual,” said Yellow, the leader of the pale eyes.
“And suddenly I got poked by a large stick…so I bit it.” Here he paused and laughed remembering it all, “It wasn’t very nice of those people to poke me, but what was worse was that the stick hurt and was sharp! So I opened my jaws and bit down hard to break the stick.” Here he shuddered as though reliving the pain.
“For some reasons they were in awe of me. They started pointing and saying, ‘AHHHH’ in loud voices. They even, in there rush to see me, jumped overboard. I went over to see if they were ok. They seemed to be drowning. So I took hold of his arm in my jaw and started pulling him back to their wooden craft.” He sighed here shaking his head.
“Then the people went ‘AHHHhhhhh’ more and said ‘Go away’ so I was stuck with this frozen guy. Then I realized what they wanted me to do, I mean he jumped into the water just when I was hunting. So obviously they gave me him to eat. So I obliged. And since then people have been saying we’re man eating beasts…And that is not true.”


“So you see, Pale eyes are not bad at all. It was just a misunderstanding. This was your daily info from KSZ, Katie Den…” the news caster sighed turning of the tape recorder and glancing around in the dark.
“Now I just got to find a way to get the story to the news room. Hey Yellow, can you spit me out now? Your stomach’s dark and there’s some guy in here talking about being eaten by an alligator…”

She was lost, that much the girl was sure of. Where she was, when she was, none of that she knew. Her heart leapt farther up her throat as the growling she'd heard earlier happened once again. "Not good." she whispered softly to herself. The girl paused for a brief second to look right and left.
To the left, the park and wide open spaces with seemingly very few places to hide. The right showed buildings, allies, dumpsters, somewhere she could definitely find a place to hide in. After the quick survey with her mind she chose the right.
The growling was getting closer and she could just faintly make out the tapping of dogs claws as she ran. She shouldn't have taken the dare. Had she just listened to her older brother she'd have been fine. Had she just walked away, had she not jumped the fence. The girl could still hear her brothers pleading of, "Meena, don't do it! Don't go through with it!"
Meena was knocked out of her thoughts as she stumbled over several garbage cans. The growling was even closer now, so hurriedly she scrambled to her feet and ran on through the cold night air. She didn't know where she was going, heck she didn't know where she was.
Earlier that day the school 'queen' dared her to go through a hole in the wall at the back of 'Barkers Park.' Meena had instantly agreed. What could be so bad about a hole? Though once she got out of school and saw the hole she realized why the 'queen' had dared her. You couldn't see what was on the other side of the hole, it was just pitch blackness. After a small exchange of words between her brother, Meena had stepped through the hole.
Once Meena had crossed through she found herself in a small suburban area. It was night time, the kind of night where you couldn't see two feet in front of your nose. The she'd heard the growling. There had been a bunch of barking, someone had yelled at her and then the chase through hell had begun.
Meena turned another corner and ran through the darkness. Her heart raced and her mind refused to move. Why was she being chased?! What was going on?? She suddenly came to a halt, her eyes on the dead end. "No.." Meena whispered softly. She turned and heard the growling approach.
Meena was about to give up when she spotted a hole to her left. The girl hesitated as she looked at it. Then without pausing she threw herself forward. Meena passed through the hole with ease, and hit the ground hard on the other side. Confused she looked around, half of her praying she was back, the other half knowing she wasn't.
Meena was in a large grassy field with nothing, but land scape all around her. In the distance she could see one lone tree with a hole in its trunk, and then came the growling. She got to her feet running for the hole again. She'd just about had it when the growling ended only to be replaced by barking.
Meena opened her eyes some the staccato beeping of her alarm clock sounding in her ears. She sat up rubbing her temple with the tips of her fingers. "Ah.." she groaned slightly, "What an odd dream."

He sighed pulling the bill of his cap farther down over his face. It was disappointing, to go work on the day of his wife’s birthday, but then again he really had no choice. He glanced side ways out at the rain, circumstances had changed, making the fact that this was his day off, obsolete. They’d been just about to sit down to dinner when suddenly the phone rang and his boss told him that there was a rather urgent announcement he had to make in the newsroom. So heading out the door he said he’d be back, and that she should watch the news. He hesitated glancing at the swirling rain then without farther thought he stepped out into the morning air.
“Good Morning Mr. Scotts.”
“Morning.” The man replied in a monotone voice. Then without hardly glancing at the bellhop, he jogged down the street staying under the over hangs to keep out of the rain. Realizing that he was rather late to his work and shouldn’t spend any more time hanging around thinking, he pulled his overly large, olive green trench coat tighter around him and hop-stepped into the rain.
The water pelts beat down on him stringing his skin leaving large red welts, making it hard for him to see through the torrents. After the first minute of walking he was soaked to the bone. Ten minutes later, and only two blocks farther he was practically swimming in the thick waters. As he walked he passed rows of boarded up shops abandoned by owners who has decided to leave, because of the gathering rain. The water, having become deep enough to boat in, swirled around him in muddy torrents. People near him looked at him like he was crazy for braving the streets on foot, none of the onlookers were walking in the streets, instead having abandoned their cars, they rode in small boats using them to run the last errands they needed, or get to jobs here and there. He wasn’t able to zone out, because most the people weren’t able to control their small boat in the moving waters and he had to dodge if one started to come his way, finally after going through what used to be only a challenge in avoiding people, and now was a maze of obstacles. He got to the news casting station. Jumping in he started to take off his muddy, soaked coat and hat.
“Morning, John.” Sarah said glancing at him. Her normally painted face, pail and streaked from the water, her fancy nails chipped from work. Her fancy clothes hung roughly around her showing she’d had as much trouble getting there as he had.
“Good Morning… It’s a battlefield to get here…” he grumbled as he headed to the casting room not bothering to look at her as she gave a nod in agreement. John sat in his seat drying off with a brown coarse towel that one of the crew men had supplied him with.
“John!” said one person, “We’ll be on in…3…2…1!” John sat the towel down as the lights flared on all around him. The red ‘Airing’ sign sprung to life. Clasping his hands, he looked solemnly at the camera,
“As most of you know, it has been raining here in Boston. Well in all of London, for the last three months. I’ve seen people using all sorts of ways, from boats to rafts, getting around doing things they needed.” He paused for a second “We have no protocol for escaping this weather.” He swallowed and someone coughed in the background, “We advise you to try and leave your homes. Get to higher ground and if someone else you see around you, is in trouble please help them. Spain and Scotland have both agreed to let us cross their borders and stay there until the flood and rain have ended.” He stood up, “Good luck. And good bye.”
He stood there till the airing light faded and nodded to his friends, then without a word he grabbed his coat and stepped into the rain.
Manny sighed some glancing at her two kids. Doing as John had asked, she’d been watching his news report. Checking as everyone else had been, to see what it was that they should be doing about the rain, the news he had reported was not something that was in any way good. Hearing that they had no advice except to run and leave their homes was not comforting, but it was definitely better to show her support to John and do what he’d asked everyone. So with a sigh she stood up holding her hands out to her kids
“Well, kids, grab your stuff, dad will be home soon. Then we’re boating to Spain. How does that sound?”
She smiled some hearing them cheer in their innocence then with a small shrug she turned heading upstairs to pack, the two kids trailing behind her.

Upon the tallest tower, of the highest castle turret, the wind tossed and whipped the flags upon their Poles. The Prince, sole heir to a rather large kingdom, sauntered across the crooked flagstone floor as he wrung his hands, and plied his crown form his head. He spoke, scorn dripping from his voice in a tepid whisper. "Why must you torment me so, you are the crown of my fathers, and the right of my kingdom, yet you dissemble me. You constrict my head, and therefore my pride, and with your dullness, and lack of adornment, you smite the role of king. Ah, for when I am King, I will have a magnificent crown, one to befit my true honor. “
The crown was made of gold and silver, a great sapphire rested at its peak, flanked by two emeralds. It was a fine crown, but, to the prince, lacked the splendor of his father’s. The crown was small, for it was made to fit a young boy, not one that is near ready to take manhood. The age that a prince took rule was normally far younger then he, but his father, being healthy, still held the throne and for this the prince was woeful. So he stayed up in his turret study and sulked.
With a knock at the door and a creak of old hinges a Woman entered the tower. It was a prudish woman, with a smutty colored dress and a collar up to her throat. She pursed her lips, and furrowed her brow. Finally she moved in and gave a sweeping bow to the Prince. “My lord.” she said in a raspy stern voice that would remind anyone of a crow. With a peckish smile she continued with her thoughts, "My lord You stay up here and mope, why not leave here? You relish the sport of hunting so take you bow and quiver upon your back and strike out to the woods, hunt and clear your mind…."
The prince eyed the woman contemplating then gave a small curt nod and as though it’d been his idea all along he said, “I think I shall go out hunting to clear my mind." Without another word he moved past her and down the stairs in a commanding gait, just missing her smirk.
The prince stepped up into the stirrup of the saddle adorning a very fine horse, and tore away, iron hooves clanking upon the gravel. Once at the forest entrance the prince resisted the horse’s movement, the reins stopping and in one swift movement he bound from the stagnant horse landing sturdy on the ground and striding into the thick brush.

Scene changes.

In a cold and dreary corridor of the castle, the Servant woman walked deeper and deeper, swimming in a cloud of dust. The floor was earthen, and the air held a faint metallic odor, the reason for that smell was soon apparent, for the servant opened a great barred door and stepped inside.
The room was awash with treasure many golden, and silver things littered the floor in great drifts that twinkled with light. Just a few handfuls would be enough; just enough to know that some was missing.
She walked around the room, gazing at the shelves, and selected some ornamented crowns along with several bejeweled scepters. As she prepared to leave, with the gems, and crowns held in her apron, she took from one of the apron pockets a fine ink black cloak. It seemed to be silk, but it shone and shimmered as if it were alive.
She threw it about her shoulders, and disappeared, for this was a cloak of invisibility. With the protection of the cloak she began to carry out her evil deed. She wished to frame the prince for stealing the beautiful jewels, for it was well known that the king was parsimonious and the act of stealing the crown jewels would surely rid the prince of his chance at the crown. That would make room for her Lover, the princes’ uncle, and next in line for the throne.

Scene change

The prince hunted, and stalked the forest, his temper becoming fouler and fouler. He found nothing, not for the lack of prey, but because he was mostly lost in his own head. Finally the prince decided to return. He mounted his horse, and turned to ride back to the castle.
Meanwhile, the Servant woman went to see her love. She told him of her thefts, and he rejoiced. "Oh my dulcet darling, we have won ourselves the crown at last, and with you at my side, we will voraciously devour the ruling house of this kingdom replacing it with our own.” The swarthy man smirked, and she handed him the crowns. He breathed a sigh of deep satisfaction.
When the prince returned, he handed his sweating and heaving horse to the ostler with a grunt of acknowledgement. He then slowly climbed the castle steps, back up to his lonely tower. There he dreamed about what it would be like to be finally king. He dreamed of beautiful woman, great feasts, though soon his daydreaming fell into a restless slumber.
A knock came at the turret door it was, without a doubt, a policeman’s knock. Slow and even it came, with the laziness that suggested he had all the time in the world. The prince stirred, and drooling in a very un-princely fashion, he murmured an answer of, “Enter.” An armed guard entered, and declared a statement of arrest.
The prince stared at him uncomprehending for the moment then sat up fully understanding, “Wh-what?? On what grounds?” he demanded to know, the last remains of his dream fading away from him. “The crown jewels you so often beseeched were found to be missing. After a search through the castle we found, in your study, the jewels that we thought lost.” The prince stared at him blankly as the man of law continued, “Therefore you are under arrest for stealing and shall be sentenced to death.”
As he spoke two other men moved into the room taking the prince from his bed and wrenching his arms behind him shackling the confused man and dragging him from the room.
When the news of the princes’ arrest reached the ears of the townspeople there was a rather large amount of unrest and split opinions. Most were rather relieved that they no longer had to worry about spoiled day-dreamy prince, others were disappointed and worried now as to what their fate would be. Two people walked through the towns towards the executioners’ block without worry or confusion.
The servant and her lover walked arm and arm smirking to see the prince face his fate. They stood as the bailiff read off the princes’ warrant and watched as the prince was forced to kneel. Grinning the nobleman leaned over whispering to the women, “And the crown is ours.”

Well...I finally got my act together and made a journal xD yay me!!