CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and EIGHTY-SEVEN
Edie’s mind raced. She had no idea what would happen next. After years of preparing to lead the fairies into the 21rst Century, she wasn’t willing to give up her well thought out plan; or, if she was completely honest, her position at the head of all of the fairies. She swallowed hard.
Hedone came out of the room.
“It’s been decided that you will speak among yourselves,” Hedone said.
“You won’t be there?” Edie asked.
“Not at first,” Hedone said. “This should give you some time to get to know each other and talk about your ideas.”
“But …” Edie wasn’t sure what to say or ask. She just stared at her friend, Hedone.
“Just try it,” Hedone said. “Give yourself the chance.”
“Myself?” Edie asked.
“Yes,” Hedone said. “You will need support, real support, when you take over. This is a chance to meet some new people, learn a few things, and understand what’s ahead of you.”
Edie gave a slight nod.
“I like this dress,” Hedone said, changing the subject. She picked up a bit of lace from Edie’s shoulder and ran her finger over it. “Hand tied lace. Nothing more beautiful.”
“Mari got it for me,” Edie said. They shared a look. Edie smiled. “You’re right. I do better when I am supported.”
Hedone tugged on the bit of fabric.
“I’m going home,” Hedone said. “But if you need me, just call.”
Edie grinned at Hedone. The Goddess kissed Edie’s cheek.
“You’ve got this,” Hedone said before she disappeared.
Edie looked at the spot where Hedone had stood for longer than she’d admit before sighing one last sigh and pushing the door open. She stood in the doorway to take a moment to look around the room. The room was eight sided and seemed to be made out of some kind of grass.
There were three fairies inside the room. Edie’s eyes fell on a striking fairy. She was tall and thin with brown skin the color of wet desert sand. She had short curly white hair and blue eyes.
“I am a representative of Ember,” the fairy said. “I am a Moor of the lost tribe of Ember. Most people call me ‘Anciens’ but I believe I am younger than you, Princess Edith.”
“Probably,” Edie said.
She grabbed Edie’s shoulders and placed her head next to Edie’s and then moved her head to the other side of Edie’s head. Prim Edie wasn’t sure what to make of this gesture.
“I am charged to find the lost tribes of Ember’s fairies,” the fairy said.
“Oh thank you,” Edie said. She put her hand on her chest. “I have worried about them.”
“Have no fear,” the fairy said. “I will find them.”
“What should I call you?” Edie asked.
“Most call the ‘Anciens’ or ‘le Anciens’,” the fairy said. “You may call me, ‘Asmaa’.”
“Mohammed’s niece?” Edie asked.
“That was me,” the fairy said. “You can understand why I only use that name among trusted friends.”
“It explains the Profit’s escape to Mecca,” Edie said.
“Yes, it does,” Asmaa said with a grin. She gave Edie a slight bow of her head. “It is very nice to be a part of this. Thank you for including me and my queen. Thank you for not forgetting the lost fairies.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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