The End Of Time

Because of my uneventful holidays I’ve had a lot of spare time. There are lots of things you can do with spare time, one of which is write a story. I didn’t originally intend to put this story on my blog, but I haven’t written a post in a while and I don’t want my blog to feel neglected (just smile, nod and agree that blogs have feelings.) I’ve written, I think, about six pages, so below is only a segment of what I’ve written so far. Maybe next time my blog is feeling lonely I’ll put in another segment.
It’s a love story about Elves, Fairies and Pixies (not that there are any Pixies in the bit below.... or anything that may suggest it’s a love story) but I didn’t need to tell you that because you’re just about to read it:


It was the first day of spring and the Elves were busy preparing the feast for the gathering that would take place that afternoon. Lilette knew perfectly well that she should be helping her brothers and sisters but, as always, she was off gallivanting along the river bank. She threw a stone into the water and watched in disappointment as it sunk to the bottom leaving ripples on the surface, she had never been any good at skipping rocks.

“Ouch!” she murmured in her airy tongue, more out of shock than pain, as a petal from high above floated down and landed on her head. She shook off the large, silky, white petal and pondered it in amazement, what flower had this petal fallen from? She strained her neck to look up as high as she could, was it a daisy she could see? “Hmm” she said aloud as she analysed the possibility of the flower above being a daisy, she took a step forward in order to get a better view and managed to walk head first into the stem.

She held her now throbbing chin in her tender hands and shrieked a curse word that doesn’t translate into English. Her rage overcame her and she kicked the thick green shoot that was, miraculously, holding up what she presumed to be a daisy. It was at this moment that Lilette declared to never again kick a stem, she sat on the moist dirt and held her bare foot rocking quickly back and forth, as if this action would relieve some of the pain.

After a few minutes of intense rocking and Elfish cursing, the pain began to subside. Lilette sighed a heavy breath and lay down to rest her head against the soil. She looked up at the white petals, perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea to lie directly under them, but she was worn out and couldn’t be bothered moving. She estimated that it would take her three hours to climb the stem to the very top, she decided to leave that adventure for another day, for now she just wanted to lie in the dirt. But then as quickly as she had decided to remain idle she noticed that the sun was getting close to the earth and that it was almost setting time. She jumped to her feet, if she didn’t hurry she would be late for the open season gathering her family were hosting. Lilette couldn’t afford to be late, not this time, she would be in enough trouble already for not helping with the preparations.

It’s in moments like these she wished she were a fairy. Fairies have wings, which are helpful when you need to get somewhere in a hurry “why don’t we have wings?” Lilette had once asked her mum, to which she had replied “because, Lette, elves are always instinctively on time for everything. We don’t need to rush about like the Fairies” this comment had deeply disturbed Lilette making her question whether or not she was actually an Elf. Lilette was late for everything and today was not going to be an exception. She squatted down and then with all the energy she had left inside of her, she sprang up into the air.

Weightlessly she allowed the wind to carry her through the sky like a balloon. Generally Lilette enjoyed riding the wind, a leisurely float amongst the tree tops is always enjoyable, but today she was in a hurry and was irritated by her amateur flying abilities which were preventing her from moving at a reasonable pace. The wind whooshed through her ears as she glided past leaves, trying to push against them to get some leverage for speed. She tried kicking off a branch but the wind just wasn’t strong enough and she continued to float along at an annoyingly slow rate. As much as Lilette liked looking graceful when she rode the wind, she had no choice but to breast stroke along so she could arrive late and not incredibly late. “Looking elegant today, Miss Lilette!” laughed a passing bee whom she didn’t recognise, she grunted it off and persisted at her attempts to breaststroke her way home.

Finally, just as her arms were beginning to get weary, she could see the Peppermint Tree. Home at last she thought and put in an ounce of extra effort into her breaststroke. The wind carried her until she was directly above the landing twig, she pointed the toe of right leg which gave her just enough pressure to gently meet the rough brown surface. Once her feet had met the ground her long, blonde wavy hair timelessly took its place resting on her neck and back. If Elves weren’t so soundless, then a lot of attention would have been drawn towards Lilette as she opened the door in the Peppermint Tree and stepped into the main hall. Her mouth dropped open slightly, as she gawked at the wonderful job her siblings had done decorating the usually unglamorous hall.

The four long wooden tables lined up vertically across the room were draped with either pale yellow, orange, white or pink cloth. Evenly spread out along the length of every table, were three silver vases filled with sensational Elf sized flowers. Suspended in the air above the tables were real sized petals, much like the one that had fallen on Lilette’s head earlier that afternoon, but these one’s seemed as though they would be staying in place for the night, so she didn’t worry. She wondered whether it was the hovering petals that gave the room a flower scented touch, or if her family had sprayed something around. All thirty-seven of Lilette’s siblings were already seated and had already began eating their meals, which Lilette perceived consisted of strawberries and sultanas.

The Fairies were already there. For the second time that day Lilette felt immensely jealous of the Fairies, wearing their beautiful outfits made of hand woven flowers. The Elf girls looked so simple in their white dresses and so did the Elf boys in their white pants and shirts compared to the extravagant complexity of the hand woven Fairy clothes. The Fairies were so colourful, just looking at them brightened up Lilette’s day. She hated herself for feeling such jealousy, it denied her the warm glowing feeling everyone else said they experienced around Fairies. “Lette!” called a soft but defendant voice from somewhere on the furthest table, Lilette instantly recognised the voice as belonging to her best friend, Mielou. She skipped gaily and weightlessly in the direction of the voice.