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Post By Rhiannon Thu Feb 01, 2007 at 03:55:19 pm EST |
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The Girl Who Saw Fairies 4, - An Interrupted Journey. | |
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Previous chapters: #1 #2 #3 Dear Diary, Lily began, then stopped, considering what to say. She was sitting on the top of a pretty much deserted double-decker bus. On her knee she balanced a simple spiral bound notebook that she had hoped to use as a diary. She felt quite silly now though. What had she thought to say in it anyway? Slowly she turned her eyes from the notebook still waiting for her to put pen to paper and fill it and instead gazed out of the window into the night. A thick cloud was hiding the stars and there were no streetlights on the lonely country road she was travelling. Outside was pitch black. Night had settled like a blanket over the world and slowly smothered it. Try though she might Lily couldn’t see the slightest trace of any world at all beyond the bus and the road it travelled on. I don’t need a diary anyway, she argued with herself, I have my friends. Yet even as she thought it she knew that she was lying. Her friends may be there for her but she needed someone human to talk to none the less. Though she would not admit it even to herself, Lily Woodside was lonely. She shivered and pulled the blanket she had bought closer around her shoulders. She had been on the road two days now and was not really that much nearer to her destination. Lily had never felt so alone in all her life. She wondered desperately where her friends were. She never had worked out where they went at night. She had never really thought about till now. Closing her eyes and trying to sleep Lily couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit bitter at the thought that her friends might not be so terribly alone wherever they where. Firmly she reminded herself of all the times they had been there, all the happy times, before all the running and all the hiding. Brightened by her memories she smiled, she could practically hear a laughing voice calling her… “Lili?” Then again a tiny bit louder, “You awake Lili?” “Daydream!” Lily gasped, sitting up suddenly, “What are you doing here?” “Feel lonely Lili,” Daydream explained, half shy to admit this to her best friend. “I was feeling lonely too,” Lily told her, “I’m so glad to see you.” “I’m glad to talk too Lili,” The fairy girl beamed. There is nothing to chase loneliness away like a friend to talk to and the two girls chatted happily about anything. For Lily it was as if she were home again, safe again. It is impossible to tell how long the friends talked like that, on a bus, in the middle of nowhere, under a blanket of darkness. It may well have been hours. Daydream broke off in mid sentence, she gave the tiniest of gasps and turned towards Lily urgently, a desperate warning in her eyes. “Something’s wrong,” The fairy girl whispered, “Something’s very, very wrong.” Lily didn’t reply; for one fraction of a second the crystal that hung around her neck had felt icy cold. Silently she pulled herself to her feet, grabbed her bag and moved towards the stairs to the lower deck of the bus. “Something is wrong,” she said quietly, “And we have to find out what.”  The storm broke without warning. The clouds split with an almighty crash pouring water upon the earth below in a soaking downpour; the rain came, not in drops but as endless sheets of water racing downwards with terrifying force. Gale force winds swept across the countryside as if with a mind of their own, and bright flashes of lightning lit up the otherwise jet-black sky. The bus skidded as it was suddenly set upon by the storm’s anger. It swerved left then right, desperately trying to stay on the road. The driver braked with as much force as he could and stared out the window at the sudden, vicious turn the weather had taken so unexpectedly. There was no one out there to help the stranded vehicle and the two unfortunate people trapped within it. There was no one who could help them. They were on their own… sort of. It was not the sudden stopping of the bus that knocked Lily Woodside to her knees, rather it was the awareness of what was happening around her. This was not a natural storm. She forced herself to fight the almost overwhelming numbness brought on by this unexpected magical attack. She struggled to her feet and was relieved to see Whisper, Heatherbush and Wisk rushing to join her and Daydream. “This is magic, Lili!” A pale Daydream warned, “Not nice magic at all!” “I know,” Lily replied simply. Then, seeing the shock on her friends faces, added, “I can feel it.” Silence descended on the group as they wondered what they should do, what they could do, now. After what seemed like an eternity Lily spoke, “Was it aimed at us?” “What?” Puzzled Whisper, “What Lili mean by that?” “What Lili means,” explained Wisk, “Is that maybe the Bad Magic is done by the Organisation that tried to catch Lili at Lili’s house.” “Is not aimed at us,” Daydream assured the worried band of friends, “Is just some nasty more power fairy being mean and showy offy.” “Well then,” Lily noted, “There’s no point in just sitting here.” The unfortunate bus driver was relived to hear his only passenger burst down the stairs. He had been worried that the fragile seeming young girl had been injured in some way in his emergency stop. “What’s going on?” She demanded, her face pale and shocked. “Beats me,” he answered, “The weather just took a turn for the nasty an’ I can’t drive in these conditions. I need to phone the bus station to ask for help but I can’t get any reception on my mobile and if there’s an emergency phone out there then I can’t abandon the bus to find it.” The girl looked thoughtful for a moment and then shyly suggested, “Could I go to look for a phone?” “What?! On your own? In the dark?” “Don’t worry,” She reassured him, “I’ll be very careful and if I can’t find anything or the storm stops I’ll come straight back.” Realising that the girl’s suggestion was really their best hope and that there would be no dissuading her from her chosen course of action the bus driver sighed and pulled out a powerful torch that was for some reason standard issue for all bus drivers. “Take this at least,” he told her, “You’ll need it.” On second thoughts, he realised as she pulled open the doors and was blown backward by the storm’s fury, it probably won’t be much use. Lily Woodside stepped out into the darkness to face whatever power had called the storm. Rhiannon Watson Concepts, characters, and situations copyright © 2006 reserved by Rhiannon Rose Watson. The right of Rhiannon Rose Watson to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the UK Copyright, Designs & Patents Act 1988. All rights reserved. |
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