Jillian Chantal

This week’s word for Tuesday Tales is Earth. I’m still working on my YA horror story. Our heroine has retrieved the items needed for the witch and we pick up there.

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The three of us rode Pegasus to Minerva’s house. I sat in front with Liam behind me. Colleen was in her fairy form for most of the trip but she’d morphed into her human body long enough to talk to Liam. He’d handed her the note that was in the envelope and she read it, tears flowing down her cheeks.

I didn’t want to be nosy so I kept my face averted and didn’t ask any questions.

As we came back to earth several feet away from the clearing at Minerva’s, Colleen slid off Pegasus and hugged me. “Thank you for making me see the error of my ways. I’m going home to make some changes with my people and Liam’s.”

Liam stepped off the flying horse and enveloped me in his arms. “She read the note telling her I love her. I’ve been carrying it for years hoping to get close enough to give it to her.”

I laughed. “You don’t have post offices in Ireland?”

He set me on my feet and kissed my forehead. “You’re my funny little friend. Come see us soon.” Pushing me away, he added, “Go save your friend.”

“Thank you, Liam, thank you.”

My two new friends mounted Pegasus and flew away.

I moved toward Minerva’s house.

She must have heard us because she came running up to me. “Did you get them?”

“I did.” I handed her the envelope. “Unicorn scrapings.”

“And the mermaid tears?”

Patting the locket under my shirt, I said, “I have them. First, I want to see Jacob.”

“No. There’s not much time left. Come inside and let me get these into the potion.” She held up the envelope and shook it.

Unhappy at not being able to see how Jacob was doing but realizing it could wait if we were running out of time to save him, I followed her into the house. That creepy house.

We stopped at the potbelly stove with some kind of concoction bubbling in it. This one appeared different than the one before. It was neon blue and had something that looked like eyeballs floating in it. I repressed my gag and tried to think good thoughts.