Solomon' Daughters

Chapter 35

"As time went on and I continued to protect and take care of her I began to see her as her own person, not just an extension of my mother. She grew into a person much like my mother. She is beautiful, kind, and caring, I know she worries about me all the time. When she was twelve years old I got badly sick and collapsed while she was at school and couldn't go pick her up on the bus like I usually did before. By the time she got home she was worried sick. Calling a doctor near the house who had been friends with my mother she tried to get me to the bed but being so small and only twelve she couldn't budge me so she sat there with my head in her lap and waited for the doctor. When the doctor arrived he helped her get me to the bed and gave her the medicine for my sickness and told her it would be a few days before I was better. She didn't leave my side for three days, she called into school and pretending to be our father told them that the whole family was sick and she wouldn't be in school until she was better. She cooked soup for me, it tasted horrible, and helped me to the bathroom when I needed it. She spent hours wiping the sweat for my body and torso. She read a few of my books to me and when she wasn't reading she talked constantly. Her soft melodic voice was my only comfort in my sickness. Those three days caused my feeling to change from loving her to being in love with her."

"So why didn't you make a move on her before," Mina asked him.

"First of all I didn't know she harbored the same feelings for me until that night Sar-Rah blindfolded me and I did not want her to come to hate me. Secondly she is the only family I have left worth mentioning and she is reiant on me, I would never want to make her uncomfortable around me. Last but not least she was too young before, she was only a child," he said.

Reassured by his words and the love on his face when he spoke of Sar-Rah and his siter she leaned against his side and snuggled in closer to him on the seat. Putting his arm around her shoulders he held her to him as the bus brought them closer to their destination. The bus pulled to a stop at the city's central park. A five by ten mile chunk of land dead center of the city it was a small forest. The entire park was surrounded by a three foot stone wall to keep a car from jumping the curb and driving into the park. Trails for bikes and walking ran through out the park while there were three squares for gathering inside were the paths all converged on one another. Their destination was the squared located in the center of the park.

"And here I thought all the trees were gone," Mina said.

"Worldwide compared to the number that there used to be, they are almost all gone," Anthony replied. Smiling at her he took her hand and pulled her onto the path that would lead them to where they wanted to go. They walked mostly in silence only occationally making comments about their surroundings. Arriving at the square and hour later they headed to the large fountain in the center. The statue that stood on it made Anthony burst into laughter while Mina giggled. There on a block of black marble stood a white marble goblin. It stood there with its hand placed on its groin to hold open its trousers as water shot from the open void. The over all effect made it look like the goblin was taking an eternal leak into the basin below. After his laughter subsided Anthony walked to the northern side of the fountain and began searching the basins edge for the gliph Liz had descrubed to him as he explained to Mina what they were searching for.

"It is here," Mina called out to him from a few feet to his left. Walking over he looked at her find and knelt in front of it. Running his hand over it he spoke the nonsensical word that Liz had told him would summon a goblin to talk to him. Her art teacher had made her repeat it a bunch of times until she could repeat it back perfect and Liz had made Anthony do the same. After doing this Anthony took a seat on the lip of the fountain to wait.

"What now," Mina asked sitting down next to him.

"Now we wait Liz said that she was told that it may take a little while for the messenger to arrive."

They sat and watched as the afternoon sun played over the water in the fountain. A few minutes after they arrived a jogger ran into the squared and exited on a path opposite from the one she had come in on. Shortly after her departure Anthony noticed a glitter in the trees. It bobbed up and down but came no closer to the square that this might be the messenger they were waiting for. As he came closer to the bobbing sparkling creature he began to here high pitch shierks of fear. Picking up his pace he moved quickly toward the cries of panic. What he saw brought his blood to a boil instantly and the world became tinted in red with his rage. Ten feet into the woods on the ground outside what looked like a little straw hut three little men held down a small winged woman wearing a flowing white dress. Out of the house a four man dragged two small struggling winged girls by their arms.

The four men were made six inches tall and the three winged females were even smaller. One of the three men holding down the larger fairy, Anthony guessed she was a fairy, ripped open the top of her dress baring her breasts and he leaned down and roughly grabbed them. As her scream of pain and despair peirced his ears Anthony growled angrily deep in his chest and rushed forward. Before they even knew what was happening he was upon the one who had hold of the two smaller fairies. Grabbing the little mans head he lift the man who was unable to keep his grip on the girls in his panic. Anthony tossed the little creature as hard as he could into the forest uncaring wether the little man survived his flying lesson or not. Staying on his knees, so as not to crush the two feed fairies by accident Anthony leaned forward and flicked the small man who had been assaulting the larger fairy in the torso he was lifted from his feet and flung into the underbrush of a near by tree. The other two small creatures ran for the trees, seeing the blood on the fairy as she tried to hold her dress closed enrage Anthony further. Picking up a stone close at hand he lobbed it at the fleeing figures. It struck the one on the left, who cried out in pain at the blow and fell. His companion continued on with out a backward glance.