Sun’s Turn to Go BOOM

Chapter Three: Juniper, Fairy of Spring

“What in the world is that supposed to mean?” Maple exclaimed. “Prophecies are usually wrapped in riddles,” I thought aloud. “Remember the fake prophecy the Owl Fairies made for that scavenger hunt a few years ago?”

“Owl Fairies?” Moon asked. “Yeah. They’re the smartest fairies in our village,” Sleet said carefully. We all knew what she was thinking. A long while back, when Sleet came into the village, the Owl Fairies didn’t trust her so they questioned her and set up a trap that included sharp objects, and the rest is better left unmentioned.

“But the prophecy they created wasn’t nearly this weird. I mean, what’s so dangerous about a dancing star?”

“Juniper said prophecies mean riddles,” Breezy remembered. “That line could be referring to something else, like… I don’t know, but, ‘unless you want the stars to dance’? It sounds like a threat.”

“Let’s not worry about it tonight,” I said. “Tomorrow is still the first day of spring and I haven’t finished organizing my flower fairies’ blooming schedules.”

“But where is Moon going to sleep?” Breezy asked. “The only extra rooms have been locked ever since we found the palace. Moon gave her a confused look, “You found your palace?”

“Uh, yeah,” Maple said. “Nobody remembers how or why, but we’ve always been here. There aren’t any clues that tell us how we and all of these buildings got here. Maybe we’ve been here forever and no one remembers, or maybe we were an experiment gone wrong. There are plenty of theories to choose from.

Her eyes were blank. I have no idea how. This is just one thing that I find annoying about her, because all of these theories drove me crazy.

Maple is definitely the calmest of the Season Fairies. She has light brown hair, the top layer in a small bun. She wore a knee length dress made out of beautiful orange and red leafs and brown ankle high sandals like Breezy’s.

“But anyway,” she said, “the rooms are locked. We could try getting an Owl Fairy to try and guess a password? Or maybe — ” Moon interrupted her, “I think I know,” Moon said. “You do?” I asked. “Sure. When I exploded in the comet, like the prophecy said, I keep feeling like I should know how this place works.”

“Good enough for me,” Sleet said, leading us down the hall. We stopped at a big silver door. Moon’s eyes kind of glazed over. Her face was blank. She held out her hand, which had a small glowing ball of gray light. She touched it and the thick metal doors screeched open. Moon walked in, still in a trance, and closed the doors before any of us could see what was inside.

The next morning I put on my pink tulip petal dress, braided a strand of my brown hair, put the rest of it in a high ponytail, and dreaded what I saw out the window.

It was early in the morning, way before Sun should’ve risen, but there she was, a big bright yellow orb in the sky sucking in every cloud in sight. The roaring wind and once again panicked fairies froze in place. Then suddenly everyone sped up and fell to the ground. I must have blacked out, because when I woke up, I was laying next to Breezy in a hospital bed.

I looked around and saw some other fairies across the room.

I spotted Maple and Sleet being examined by a nurse. Next to her was Moon, a few other fairies, and a girl that looked familiar.

She had tanned skin, blond hair pulled up in a ponytail, but not braided like Moon’s. Her wings were the same curved shape, but they glowed gold. Her long, white sleeveless dress had golden circle threaded into the bottom of the fabric. I looked back at Moon and saw she had a silver one.

Then I realized why this fairy looked so familiar.

This fairy was Moon’s sister.

Sun.

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