Vagabond Fae

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A story of courage and survival for two fairies driven from their home by terrifying spirits. They now travel without a place to call their own. Hiding from the thing that stalks them, dealing with rival clans. All while searching for a new home. 

The wood wives of Germany are some of the most interesting fairies in folklore, but there are very few tales about them translated into English. Which is why I had a number of German tales translated. 

The German fairies are interesting because they needed humans, they loved to help humans, but were terrified of us. 

This story follows two wood wife sisters who are driven from their home by a magical hunter. No fairy can stop him. There are stories of thousands of fairies fleeing their homeland to escape him, because only a human can stop him.

But humans have killed and exploited fairies in the past, so the fairies were often too afraid to ask for help (though not always).

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With her red hat making her invisible, Saga whispered secretly into a girl’s ear. Giving the inspiration to fix the lines of code that had been troubling her. The girl in question, was sitting on the steps of a high school stairwell. Having been distracted from her trip home by her eagerness to finish her program. She was so motivated and brilliant on her own, Saga loved helping her. The app she was working on wasn’t world changing, but it would help a few people. Saga delighted in that thought. For she could feel the future. She could feel the relief, the happiness that the app would indirectly cause once it was released. She could also see the good it would do the girl who’d made it.

Saga was an ellegirl, related to the elves. Elves, however, were nearly divine beings, and she was decidedly not. She wasn’t even a member of the elle clan. She and her sister had been abandoned as a little girls, or perhaps lost? She’d been too young to remember exactly what had happened. After that, they’d been raised by a family of foxes. Making her a bit wild, and she looked it. Her dress was sewn together from the bits of clothes people abandoned in the forest. Mostly brightly colored mittens and socks. Saga loved the cheerful patterns of these. Even more than Saga’s moss and leafy hair, or her fierce blue eyes, the crazy patchy dress would have provoked staring if any human saw her for more than a second or two. Though that almost never happened. She was only visible to humans when she took off her little red cap, often to scratch an itch or cool off.

Saga could feel a new problem coming. High schools, she’d learned, were filled with garbage people who loved nothing more than to hurt those who did things worthwhile. No, they were worse than that. Garbage, at least, could be delicious and fed so many animals. Saga’s scowl was deep as she went hurried to head off the worse than garbage person coming towards them. Jared. His happiness was based on the unhappiness of people who were better than he was. So pretty much everyone. Saga ghosted over to him before he had spotted the girl and blew in his face. His eyes, already pretty much vacant became even more so. They fluttered a bit as Saga’s spell caused him to forget where he was going. Saga touched his stomach, causing him to suddenly have an intense urge to pee. He danced and hopped back towards the restroom. He wouldn’t likely return any time soon. Bullies were like a fish, easily distracted by shiny new objects. By the time he got out of the bathroom he’d be off chasing something else.

Saga skipped out of school. It was time for supper and she had a gimpy little skunk she and her sister had been helping to feed. Saga wandered out into the little patch of trees near the school. She swapped her red hat for her fox cape. All the easier to hunt for fresh food.

Still in her fox form Saga sighed with pleasure, as she took another bite out of the plump little mouse. It tasted of the wild forest it had lived on. It was late in the evening, and what little sun remained was mostly blocked by heavy clouds and thick trees blocked out most of the light, making it easy for her to hide at the base of a large pine. The other ellefolk. The ones without fox parents always found this behavior a little repulsive. Though not as bad as her dining with a squeaking little fox. The skunk looked at the last little mouse, then at her.

Go ahead, Saga told the adorable little animal.

She watched as the skunk, happily devoured rodent. She knew from experience that the skunk’s fur was even softer than her own. Sadly her sister had made her promise not to cuddle with the skunk without washing before coming home.

Saga was just gnawing down the last of the mouse’s bones when she heard two human lovers half whispering half calling each other as they tried to meet for what she assumed had been some sort of arranged secret meeting in the dim shelter of the trees. Her fox sharp ears could hear them, but they obviously couldn’t hear each other yet. An evil grin formed across her face.

She pulled her fox fur back. It was dark enough now that they wouldn’t notice her mossy hair, or even her face. She used the human girl’s voice to answer the boy. He found her a moment later. The shadows hid her face, and men never payed that much attention to dresses. He never suspected that she might not be his lover. He kissed her for a moment before pulling away.

“Are you bleeding?” He asked, the blood from her meal still fresh on her lips.

“What’s going on?” His lover asked her voice quivering on finding him in another woman’s embrace.

He spun to look at her, his face twisted in confusion. He looked back towards Saga.

With a laugh Saga jerked her fox skin back over her head to return to canine form. She bolted away from them. The sound of her barking laugh echoing through the little orchard.

Rain started to fall in giant cold clumps.

Whiskers falling off a kitten, Saga cursed. She ran faster towards home. The rain would cause the berries her sister had been carefully growing to split if they were left out too long.

The base of the elm tree where she lived was twisted in a large knot, making an opening just large enough for her and her sister to get through when they were small as mice. Her sister Ella was four inches tall, standing inside the doorway.  

“You’ll never believe what I just did,” Saga said, a laugh forming on her lips.

“Something terrifyingly obnoxious,” Ella responded, a little smirk on her face.

“Me? I’m all sweetness and blackberries. I just kissed a boy.”

“And did he know what he was doing?”

“He might have thought I was his secret lover,” Saga said with a mischief filled giggle.

“Obnoxious.”

“I prefer to think of it as playful and full of mystery. I’m really trying to keep people’s sense of wonder alive before cold reality takes it away.”

“You know we’re supposed to keep the fact that magic is real a secret. We can’t trust humans.”