“Ryan I really don’t think I need to read this book.”
"Well, there's another one but you probably wanna start with this one." *snicker*
“Indeed. The advice is strange. If you want a good woman find a king with a daughter and huge tracts of land and negotiate with him. That way you get more territories AND a woman. If that doesn’t work you can always go to war. Brides make fine peace offerings once you’ve decimated their kingdom. They'll give you anything to make you stop.”
“You are so barbaric sometimes.” Micah muttered under his breath while Ivan lectured him with ‘advanced knowledge’ of the finer points of attaining a wife.
Foster cleared his throat.
Micah threw the book toward Ryan as soon as he saw the fairy prince.
“YOU! Wicked misbegotten twinkletoes! I will destroy you! I will destroy you so utterly that not even your bones remain! Lemme at him, let me… Micah, let me go!”
“Why were you kind to me?” Foster asked.
“Why not be kind?” Micah ignored Ivan’s threats of total domination on a battlefield soaked with the blood of fairies.
“I threw you under the chair.” Foster said.
“I know.”
“You are an odd boy.” Foster sighed. “What if… I said I was sorry.”
“You’re already forgiven. You wanted to get home.”
Micah growled to Ivan, “Hey, I’m king of this apartment so you can shut up or get out.”
Ivan fell silent but it didn’t stop him from biting Micah on the finger.
“How did the war go?” Micah asked.
“I lost.” Foster sighed. “My brothers rule. Apartheid between fairies, sprites and so on remains in effect and taxes have increased to cover the war costs. The people suffer even more than when I started.” Foster sighed. “Prolonged conflict will only make it worse at this point. I know you don’t believe me but I did want to do the right thing.”
“I know. Ina told me. You just have a rotten way of going about doing that right thing. Is she… okay?”
“She is. It appears your undead fiend has returned.”
“Yep, feisty as ever.”
“This is most undignified,” Ivan said. “Demeaning and … and unfair.” *kick*
“Shall we enter into negotiations?” Foster said with a smile. “You are king of the apartment are you not?”
“Negotiations huh? Sure. Why not.”
“I am exiled and cannot return home. There is a bounty on my head and I’ve no other recourse. In exchange for temporary shelter I will restore your friend and abide by the rules of your … ah, kingdom.”
“Well, Jillian did move out so I guess you could take her room. No harmful magic, no shrinking anything but Ivan’s ego, and no fighting except in self-defense, and… we’ll let you stay for as long as you need.”
“Vie for land!” Ivan shouted. “Huge tracts of land, and a wife! Demand a wife.” Ivan kicked Micah’s hand when the teen told him to hush.
Ivan said, “You expect me to sign a non-aggression treaty with him?” Micah nodded. After much glaring he said, “Fine. I accept.”
“I accept as well,” Foster said. “Now, allow me to restore you.”
“Aha! I am restor… ah, hm.”
Ryan, Lee, and Micah snickered.
“I don’t understand. I asked the magic to restore you to your rightful size.” Foster shrugged. “Perhaps you’re a smaller man than you think?”
“If this is your idea of fairy humor I am not impressed.”
“Fix it.” Ivan said. “Or there will be no treaty. But I like the jacket. I want to keep it. In the right size, mind you. It will make me look cool.”
Micah covered his mouth and laughed. Foster said, “The magic restored you to what you were as annoying as. Hmm, tricky spell this one is.”
“I will end you.”
“I’m taller but… wait. My voice. Foster!” Ivan shrieked in a lady-voice and everyone burst out laughing.
“I grow tired of your games, fairy.” Ivan huffed. “Micah, make him stop.”
Ryan said, “Would you date a hot babe if she used to be a dude?”
“You are so weird,” Lee said.
“Hmm, these are nice.” Ivan grabbed his new chest.
“I’m already too beautiful to behold. Hmm, I feel so pretty. I make a damn-fine looking woman don’t I. Of course I do.”
“You’re creeping me out. Quit squishing your chest already.” Micah said.
“I’ve never had these! It’s fascinating! How do women not just play with them all day long. It’s what I’d do.”
“Perv.” Micah said.
“Okay, you’ve had your fun at my expense. Now fix it.”
I’m really getting tired of being toyed with. A man can only put up with so much.
“I’m serious. I’d better be me this time or…” Ivan gasped. “I’m me! Glorious, wonderful me!”
Micah said, “Welcome back buddy.”
Ivan whispered, “When can I break the treaty? You say when and I’ll attack.”
“You can’t break the treaty. Ever.”
“But you didn’t even get a land deal out of it. You didn’t even get a wife.”
“Ivan, you’re impossible.” Micah smiled. “But I’m glad you’re you again.”
“Micah?” Foster said. “There’s one other thing.”
“Hi Micah,” Ina said.
“Did you mean what you said?”
Micah said, “Every word Ina, every word.”
She giggled. “I love you too.”
“You owe me a cool-style jacket,” Ivan said. “I want it.”
“I can only conjure so much,” Foster said. “Oops. It conjured right in your face.”
“I’ll be going,” Ivan said with dramatic flair. “Time to prowl the night once more!”
“I’m back, baby.”
THE END
Thank you for reading the Chibi-Tales Saga. I hope this story brought a smile to your face. <3 This was a crazy year-long project (with long waiting periods while I procured and prepared the required characters) and I didn’t expect the story to go where it did but I enjoyed every moment of it, especially making all the little chibis. Looks like Santa had room for a big Ina after all, heehee! <3
PS. No story is complete without a Kaylee-bomb.
#25 Murder of the Tree
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