Saturday, March 3, 2018
I’m happy to see you here, in the faery land of Thistledown. It’s already March. Time continues to fly for us, but in Thistledown, they still haven’t managed to get to their biggest midsummer party. However, the story wings toward a conclusion… eventually.
Thank you for bearing with me while I try to overcome my own “stuff” and write another episode. When I finished the last chapter, I thought the story would go back to the point of view of our hapless faery, Bedlam Thunder. However, it didn’t. There was more to tell from Bob the hummingbird. Now to Thistledown.
Previously in Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam
Accessing the dangerous and ancient tome, the Etheraris Spiregris, the crochet circle spoke the Perversion of Phantoms spell. Working together they created a new opening to the black abyss, where Bedlam Thunder was trapped. However, the opening was far too small for the faeries to use. Then suddenly, Bob the hummingbird darted into the portal.
Midsummer Bedlam 26
Magic. Dark magic.
Bob the hummingbird tumbled wildly. His descent into the black abyss was so forceful that he didn’t even try to fly. He feared his wings would break. His hope was all but gone.
A pinpoint of light caught his eye as he toppled, head over tail. Distracted by the unexpected sight, his fear calmed and his rapid tumble slowed. In sudden epiphany, Bob managed to quiet his tornado of thoughts. Indeed, his panic had caused his drop to be faster and more chaotic.
Having quieted his mind, Bob’s saw that his descent slowed to a much less threatening speed. Cautiously he spread his wings. The hummingbird glided downward on a gentle current of air. He sensed ground somewhere far below. A trace of odor reached his nostrils.
Mushrooms? Oh, and a dangerous variety. There must be millions of spores down there. I’d best find a way around that place.
Bob tried to go with the air current rather than fight it, even though he glided closer to the air that was heavy with hallucinogenic mushroom spores. Then the first sound he had heard since entering the portal reached his ears. Leather wings rustled ― hundreds of them.
Bats. Lots and lots of bats.
The sound came from below him, but Bob didn’t know how he could alter his descent to steer clear of them. A horrifying realization came to the hummingbird. The bats were breathing the spore laden air. There was no telling what hallucinations they experienced, or how they would react as a result.
As Bob got closer to the bats, he could hear the chaos caused by their altered state. He didn’t think he could make it through the cloud of bats alive. They were larger and stronger than a hummingbird.
The hummingbird saw the pinpoint of light again. He struggled against the current of air he rode, but could not break free.
Bob felt the vibration before he heard it ― the beat of a drum. It tapped out a message, a message for Bedlam Thunder! His hope blossomed.
Could Bedlam be somewhere nearby? The drum was dir ected to her, so maybe… Oh, but the drumbeat carries the tiniest trace of enchantment. Could hummingbird magic blend with it enough to draw him to the source of the beat?
Bob wondered if that combination could give him the strength to break free of the current before he collided with the colony of hallucinating bats. He combined his innate talents with the trace from the tapping drum. Disappointed, Bob realized it was not enough.
Adding the dark magic of the cave would be the only chance Bob had. Yet it was difficult and unspeakably dangerous.
As Bob tried to gather his magic and his courage, not to mention his easily distracted focus, he felt a painful thud. A bat, in its mushroom induced high, flew farther up than the rest of its cloud, colliding with the tiny bird.
This Week’s Faery Namers
Bob flew in for a solo appearance for today’s chapter. So, unfortunately there are no shout-outs. Rest assured that the Faery Namers will be back.
Fun with words: Did you notice the word cloud? I’ve heard groups of bats called colonies, but a group of them can also be called a cloud.
Now Bob is trapped in the abyss. A ray of hope, dangerous dark magic, and then a collision with a hallucinating bat? The heroic hummingbird seems to have become as hapless as his friend Bedlam. Until next time…
Hugs on the wing!
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