04 July 2006


Prodigy: Part 9

Toybels Illtot looked at the fairies. There were hundreds of them, maybe thousands. Some stood, others hovered on their tiny wings. A few were stretched out on pieces of the sky. They all waited quietly for him to speak. The silence around them was vast. Toybels opened his mouth. His lungs tried to push out air. His lips, tongue, and teeth tried to form words. But he didn’t know how. What emerged was a roar, like the fury of an exploding star. The fairies's hair all went horizontal and momentarily wavered like flags. Not bad, they said, for a start.


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