The Faerie Market (fiction)

The Faerie Market

Cindy walked towards the Faerie Market. There were all manner of different creatures wandering around the market place or minding the stalls. She could see elves, dwarves, gnomes, a tree-ish woman Cindy presumed to be a dryad, and many others that she had no name for, while above fairies and pixies flittered around them all.

The market stalls had many wondrous-looking items on display. There were gems, jewels in the shape of flowers that blossomed before your eyes as though they were alive, potions, weapons, small chests full of ointments or perfumes, and many more such things. Cindy stopped at a stall that had various trinkets. An old woman with long silver hair wearing a long black cloak regarded her. Cindy picked up a small silver bell that had intricate patterns etched into the metal. When she rang the bell it made a clear note that drove away her feeling of tiredness.

“You like the bell? Would you like to exchange something for it?” The old woman asked.

“I don’t have anything to buy it with.” Cindy told her.

“You have nothing at all?” The woman clarified looking at her keenly. Cindy dug into the pockets of her jeans. She produced the letter from Melissa, which was the only thing she had left.

“I’ve got a letter from a friend and that’s all.” Cindy said.

“Hand the letter over to me child and let me have a look at it.” The old woman requested holding out her shaking hand. Cindy reluctantly gave it to her. The old woman looked it over and opened it up to read. “Ah a letter of apology from a sorceress. This has much value. Feel free to take any item.” A sorceress? Cindy thought, it’s just plain old Melissa. Cindy picked up the silver bell.

“Okay I’ll take this silver bell. It’ll make a nice gift for Jess, my partner. It will help prove to her I was actually here.” Cindy informed her. The old woman nodded.

“It’s a fair exchange.” She declared. She spat on her hand and held it out to Cindy, who then reluctantly shook hands with her. “It is sealed.”

As Cindy walked away she looked behind her to see the woman hide the letter away amongst her belongings. Cindy began to consider it was time to move on. She should really get home as she was unaware how long she had been lost in Faerie, and time seemed to move differently here. Jess would be worrying about her. And it wasn’t like she anything else to exchange with aside from the clothes she was wearing, and she would rather not part with those.

Once finding the path she assumed would lead her back to the portal, she followed it to see where she would end up this time. The path led her through the forest and then upwards through bush until she came across Babradon who was sitting there smoking his pipe.

“I saw you approaching. You were away for some time. Did you get lost?” He asked.

“Yes. I left the path and couldn’t find it again.” Cindy told him.

“I did warn you not to leave the path. Then count yourself lucky you found your way back to here. You could have been lost in Faerie for the rest of your life.” Babradon informed her.

“I know. Luckily a pixie helped by leading me to the Faerie market. I’m really glad I saw it.”

“All’s well that ends well then.” Babradon replied.

“I better be going home. Jess will probably be wondering where I am.” She looked towards the portal.

“I suspect I’ll be seeing you again. So until next time!” Babradon said. Cindy nodded.

“Yes until next time.” Cindy replied as she walked up to the portal. She was looking forward to getting home.

Joanne Fisher

This story follows The Wishing Well and precedes Coming Back. If you go to the Jess and Cindy page you’ll see the stories arranged in their correct chronological order, rather than in the order they were written.

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