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Oathbreaker(A Faery Tale Novella)
A pixie who is tired of defending the honor of his Oathbreaking father befriends a wizard and his eagle familiar. The trio are forced into dramatic action when a human fairy hunter nabs a local pixie girl and some fairies from across the river with the intent of grinding them into fairy dust to sell for profit.
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The next morning, as they prepared to go wasp hunting, Oonzil wondered how the eagle had managed to get the doily out from under the teapot. He never had the chance to ask about it because no sooner had the curiosity came on him, the eagle leapt from the ground and went flapping lustily after a wasp.
It was all Oonzil could do to keep from tumbling off of Igor’s back as the eagle chased down the unsuspecting bug. Just as Oonzil had instructed him, Igor got as close as he could to the wasp before he swept past.
Oonzil was thrilled. The feel of the wind in his hair and the forces generated by Igor’s sharp swooping turns caused his heart to soar. Using the rigged up doily like it was a throw net, Oonzil timed his toss and let it loose. He yanked on the makeshift draw string he had attached. The net pulled closed. Excitedly, Oonzil had Igor sit them down near the fire bug cage that Oonzil had borrowed from the village bug man.
Both of them were disappointed to find the doily net empty, but they weren’t discouraged. The setup would have worked perfectly if only Oonzil would have timed his throw better.
“You’ll have to slow up a bit when we come upon the buzzers,” he told the eagle with a grin.
“Aye, Ooonzy,” Igor exclaimed gleefully. “It worked just like you said it would. We just need to get closer I think.”
It took a few more attempts to get the timing of the approach and the throw down, but they did it. By evening the cage was buzzing with angry wasps. With much pride and satisfaction, Oonzil and Igor delivered the prize to the wizard at his supper table.
“What’s this?” The old man asked. He rose from his soup bowl to see the pixie boy sliding off of Igor’s back. The cage the eagle sat at the end of the table buzzed and vibrated in angry response. “Oh ho!” Master Zarvin chuckled with a big smile showing in the corners of his eyes. “Wasps!”
“Wasps for a bargain good wizard,” Oonzil clarified. “A full Baker’s dozen of them, all alive and whole.”
“A bargain?” Master Zarvin’s brows wiggled with curious delight. “Well Oonzil Windlestraw, let’s strike a deal then.”
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