“Wait!” yelled Sprite.
“Oh, no!” said Violet.
But Myrtle didn’t hear either of them. All she heard was that voice that sounded like her mother’s. It had been over a year since she heard it. She practically flew down the stairs, even though she didn’t have wings like her new friends.
The stairs wound around and around, down and down. Myrtle felt dizzy, but didn’t stop until she reached the bottom. She found herself in a large room with a wall made of twisty tree roots. It smelled like the earth but also like something flowery and sweet. Little lights glowed from above. They looked like stars. There were many beds arranged in circles, like a many petalled flower and at the center was a rocking chair with someone sitting in it and holding what looked like a baby.
“Sleep my little fairies,
Sleep the whole night through
While you sleep I will sing a
Sweet lullaby for you.”
Myrtle walked between the beds. Little fairies were tucked into most of them. Some were sleeping. Some stared at her with wide open eyes as she walked toward the singer in the middle of the room.
It was her mother! She was close enough to see her face now. She threw her arms around her neck. The woman stopped singing. The baby in her arms starting crying surprisingly loudly for such a little one.
“Do-Do—I—know….” Myrtle’s mom stared at her blankly. She seemed like she was hypnotized or something.
“Mommy, it’s me, Myrtle. Your daughter.” Myrtle was shouting. She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t believe her mother was in this strange place and shrunk to fairy size. And she didn’t seem to recognize her own daughter.
“Myrtle….” Her voice sounded like she was talking in her sleep. “Mrytle…Like the tree…I think I saw one once.. pretty flowers….”
She started singing again and rocking the crying baby. Myrtle felt a hand on her shoulder.
“She’s enchanted.” It was Sprite.
“You knew she was my mother?”
“Yes. That’s why I brought you here, but we have to get out of here now.”
“Please,” said Violet, trying to pull Myrtle’s arm which was still wrapped around her mother’s neck. “We’ll explain everything, but we have to get out of here now.”
A shadow fell across all of them.
“Too late,” whispered Violet.
“My dear friends, Sprite and Violet, stirring up trouble again, I see. You have brought a wingless one here. You know that is forbidden. But she might make a tasty snack at that.”
Myrtle looked up and saw a giant black spider standing above them.
“Run. Up the stairs. She can’t get you up there.” He pinched Myrtle and then pinched her harder. The spider spewed out some silk and began wrapping it around Violet and Sprite. Myrtle didn’t want to desert them, but as soon as a strand of the spider’s silk touched her arm, she ran as fast as she could for the stairs. As she got to the second one, she heard her mother’s voice, “Myrtle, my baby, my baby.”
And she heard Sprite say, “Don’t forget the magic umbrella!”
She kept running.
TO BE CONTINUED…….
But that’s the installment of the story. Today’s story comes with an ink drawing just because I was in the mood to doodle (plus I’m tired today and painting seemed like it would take more energy).
Still part of the A to Z Blogging Challenge. which is almost at an end.
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