by Tara Maya, Elle Casey, J L Bryan, Anthea Sharp, Jenna Elizabeth Johnson, Alexia Purdy (epub)
“What are you?” Jason asked.
The thing growled a little, then disappeared in a puff of green smoke. It reappeared in the space in front of the dresser, near the bottom drawer, and landed on its feet, which were clad in small, badly cracked leather shoes. It ran across the carpet to the window. It disappeared in another green puff, then reappeared standing on the windowsill.
“Stop!” Jason yelled. “Give that back!”
The little creature stuck out its dark green tongue at Jason, then disappeared with another puff of smoke. It reappeared on the little ledge outside the window, waved at Jason with a smile full of yellow, crooked teeth, and then hopped out of sight.
“Hey!” Jason ran to the window and opened it. He saw the creature blink in and out of visibility as it tumbled to the back yard, leaving a trail of green smoke fading in the air.
Jason hurried out of his parents' room, past Katie, who was crouching behind her door, poking out her head.
“Did you see the monster?” she whispered.
“Don't worry, I chased it away.” Jason started down the steps. “But it stole some jewelry from Mom. I'll go get it back.”
Katie stepped out of her room and walked to the top stair.
“Can I come?” she asked.
“No, Katie! Wait here. I'll be right back.”
“But I want to come with!” Katie crossed her arms and pouted.
“No! I'm serious, Katie.”
Jason ran through the living room and out onto their concrete slab of a patio. He saw the little green man trampling through a flower bed at the edge of the yard. The creature reached the neighbor's split-rail fence and puffed through it.
Jason raced to the fence and leaped over. When his shoes hit the ground, the creature turned its green face to look back at him, snarled, and put on speed. It puffed in and out of sight, jumping forward about a foot each time.
Jason hurried to keep up as the creature shot forward across his neighbor's lawns. The little thing could move fast, but Jason had much longer legs than it did, and he gained on the creature.
He was determined to catch it, and not just to recover his mother's stolen earrings. If this little monster was the one who'd been stealing jewelry all over town, then it might have Erin's necklace, too. Jason could already imagine how happy Erin would be when Jason returned it to her.
He chased the creature into Mrs. Gottfried's yard, which was full of toy windmills and fake plastic birds. Jason caught up with it and reached one hand down to grab the creature by the scruff of its neck. Then the creature disappeared in another green puff, and Jason realized too late that the little monster had led him directly toward a low stone bench. Jason was running too fast to stop.
His shins cracked into the bench, and Jason spilled forward, falling among a family of plastic ducks.
Ahead of him, the little creature turned and laughed, revealing its crooked yellow teeth again. Its laughter sounded like a hyena.
By the time Jason scrambled to his feet, the green creature was across Mrs. Gottfried's lawn and puffing its way across the main road outside Jason's neighborhood.
Jason chased him through three more neighborhoods, activating motion-detector lights here and there when he came too close to a house. The little green guy seemed to have no effect on the motion detectors—they only clicked to life when Jason passed.
Then Jason chased him down an overgrown trail through the woods. The green creature reached a brick wall ahead, stuck its tongue out at Jason while waving the stolen earrings, then vanished in a puff of smoke.
Jason reached the wall and slapped his hands uselessly against it. The wall was ten feet high, covered in moss and mold. Jason realized it was the wall around Mrs. Dullahan's yard.
“Come back here!” Jason yelled. He thought he heard a hyena-ish giggle on the other side.
Jason picked one of the tall old trees next to the wall and climbed it as quickly as he could. He scrambled out on a thick limb over the wall, struggling to catch his breath. He'd been running nonstop.
Below him, the deep black shadows of Mrs. Dullahan's yard were scarcely pierced by the thin moonlight. It was inhabited by big old oak trees, almost as dense as a forest. The few patches of ground he could see were overgrown with tall weeds as thick as bamboo, and for a moment he was just glad he didn't have to mow her yard for her.
Then Jason saw a streak of weeds ripple, as if a rabbit were dashing between them.
He didn't have time to find a safe way down. Jason held his breath and dropped from the limb into the darkness below.
Something hard and wooden, the size of a shoebox, crunched under his ribs as he slammed into the ground.
Jason rolled up to his feet and looked at his aching side. He'd landed on what looked like a carved wooden squirrel, its mouth and eyes wide with fright. The fearful expression was heightened by the fact that Jason had just broken its head from its body.
Looking around, his eyes adjusting to the shadows and moonlight, he saw more little wooden creatures—toads and rabbits and even a full-size deer. A wooden owl perched on a limb overhead.
All around him, little paths paved with moss twisted through the high weeds.
The paths snaked across the yard, curving across each other at little intersections. Each path ended at one of the giant old trees, at ornate little doors no more than a foot or two high, which appeared to be built into the tree trunks. He saw the little green creature scurry through an arched green door in a dark elm tree. It pulled the door most of the way shut.
Jason jumped after him, grabbing the tiny knob just before the door closed. The brass doorknob was the size of a child's marble in his fingers.
“Hey, come back!” Jason yelled. He pulled the door open, but the little green creature was nowhere in sight.
The interior of the tree was hollow. A series of roots formed a kind of staircase that spiraled down below the tree, out of sight.
“You're kidding,” Jason said. He looked up at the dark shape of Mrs. Dullahan's house against the night sky. Maybe she wasn't a witch, but there was definitely something strange going on at her place.
Jason stuck his head into the open door. He looked up, into the hollow shaft of the tree, but it was completely dark.
Below, around the bend of the root-steps, he saw the slight glow of distant light. He could hear the faintest hint of music, and smell traces of wet, blossoming flowers and baking bread in the air.
He put his hands inside the tree and crept forward as far as he could. He scrunched his shoulders and squeezed deeper inside, looking a little farther around the curve.
Somehow, he was able to fit even more of himself through the door, as if it expanded slightly for him. He crawled further down and around the root-and-dirt staircase, worried that the little green creature might pop out and hit him, or maybe bite him in the nose, but he was too curious to stop now.
The curving space seemed to widen even more as he crawled forward, so he could let his shoulders relax and spread out. He crawled down another twist of the steps, and then he was completely inside the tree.
The stairwell grew even wider as he moved forward on his hands and knees. The walls were made of packed dirt and more tree roots, and a few fireflies provided some light along the way. These fireflies were much larger and brighter than any he'd seen before, and their light was red and orange.
He crawled around and around, and soon the stairwell was wide enough for him to stand, though he had to almost double over, his back brushing against the ceiling.
He followed it down and down, around and around. Had it been a staircase in a building, he would have descended five or six stories by now. He kept going.
Finally, after hundreds of steps, he reached a door. He seemed to be standing inside the round shaft of the tree trunk, though he should have been deep underground now, far below the roots of the elm tree. Golden sap dripped along the heartwood walls. His hands were covered in the sticky stuff, and probably his shirt, which fe
lt glued to his back.
The door in front of him looked just like the green arched door he'd entered above, except much larger. He would still have to duck his head to pass through it, but he wouldn't need to crawl.
Jason touched the brass doorknob, and then he hesitated. None of this made any sense. How could there be such a long staircase under the tree? And where could this door possibly lead? Was he going to be attacked by a bunch of angry little green creatures on the other side?
Then he remembered his purpose—recover Erin's necklace, and his mom's earrings, from the little green creature, who was probably still running away from him.
Jason took a deep breath and pushed open the little door.
Chapter Five
The door opened onto a cobblestone road curving through a dark forest. A number of the trees beside the road had little doors built into them. Jason turned and saw that he'd just emerged from a tree himself. He looked up along the trunk and saw it branched out into little limbs overhead, like a normal tree. Impossible. How could it be connected to the tree in Mrs. Dullahan's yard?
It was nighttime, but the forest was illuminated by swarms of fireflies, which glowed in a bright spectrum of winking colors—shimmering gold, fire-red, sunset orange.
He stepped onto the road, and a wooden cart came clattering around the bend. It was drawn by a pair of shaggy blue goats, and driven by what looked like a small girl with long sapphire blue hair that streamed out behind her like a cape.
“Out of the way, road-troll!” she shouted, and Jason scrambled back off the road. As she rocketed past, he thought he saw a pair of waxy, gossamer wings protruding from her shoulder blades. Little glass bottles full of frothy blue milk gleamed in the cart behind her, packed into place with golden hay.
Jason watched her clatter away around the next bend. She passed a low figure in a ratty woolen coat and hat, who strolled along the side of the road. It looked exactly like the little green man Jason had been chasing, only it was three or four feet tall now. Clearly, the creature believed it had escaped Jason. It was even whistling while it walked.
Jason ran up behind it. The creature heard his footsteps and looked back with a smirk, but then gasped and widened its yellow eyes when it saw Jason. The creature lowered his head and began to run.
“Stop!” Jason yelled. He grabbed the creature's arm, turned it around to face him, and then lifted it up by its shoulders.
“You can't be here!” The creature struggled in his grasp, kicking at Jason's chest and stomach. “You must go back!”
“Where are we?” Jason asked.
“You don't know?” The creature breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. Good. Just go back and forget all that you've seen.”
“No. You stole something from my house.”
“Ah, yes.” The creature reached into one of the many pockets in his coat and brought out the ruby earrings. “There you are. Now take them and leave. Go back through the same door. Your life is in danger as long as you're here.”
“And the necklace,” Jason said.
“Necklace, necklace...I don't believe I took a necklace from your house, young sir.”
“Erin's necklace. Gold and emeralds.”
“Doesn't ring a bell.”
“You know you stole it from Erin a few days ago,” Jason said. He gave the little creature a shake. “Give it back.”
“Yes, yes! Anything's possible. Just put me down so I can check my pockets.”
“Forget it.”
“I won't run!” The creature gave a toothy, yellow smile, as if trying to appear innocent. “I swear it by the Sacred Cesspool of Gorbulorgh.”
“The what?”
“The ancestral homeland of goblins!” The little creature looked at him indignantly.
“You're a goblin?” Jason asked.
“Naturally. What did you think?”
“I don't know...a leprechaun?”
“Leprechauns! I spit on leprechauns! I tie their shoelaces together to make them trip and fall! Leprechauns, indeed!”
“Just give me her necklace.”
“As I said, I cannot search my pockets in my present position. You must put me down.”
“Don't even think about running again.”
“I had truthfully not considered it, young sir.”
Jason carefully set the goblin on his feet, but held tight to the collar of his coat. The goblin reached into various pockets, pulling out rings, jeweled broaches, golden watches. “Necklace...necklace...ah! There you are!”
The goblin held out a silver, heart-shaped locket.
“That's not it,” Jason said. “It's gold, with emeralds, like I said.”
“So picky!” The goblin pulled more shiny objects out of more pockets. “I don't seem to have such a thing. I do apologize, young sir.”
“Where is it?”
“I must have added it to my stash-hole at home. Are you sure you wouldn't prefer a nice diamond bracelet instead?”
“I want that necklace,” Jason said.
“Understood, understood,” the goblin said. “Allow me to make an offer. You return home the way you came, and never speak of what you saw here. Tomorrow night, I will return this necklace to your home.”
“No. I want it now.”
“That's not possible!” the goblin said. “I cannot take you with me into Sidhe City. The Queen would have me killed for leading a human here. And you too, for entering her realm uninvited.”
“I'm not letting you go,” Jason said. “I'm not stupid. I know you'll never come back.”
“I am insulted, young sir.”
“Just take me to where her necklace is. I'll leave as soon as I have Erin's necklace in my hand, okay?”
“It would be better if you waited here,” the goblin said. “Hide behind those trees. I'll be right back.”
“You're not getting away from me,” Jason said.
The goblin sighed and slumped his shoulders. He looked ahead on the road, in the direction where he'd been walking.
“Slouch,” the goblin said.
“What did you call me?”
“I'm telling you to slouch. Make yourself shorter. Snarl up your lips and try not to look so...human. You don't want everyone in the city staring at you.”
“I shouldn't look human? Where are we, really?”
“Your kind call this the Otherworld.”
Jason gave him a blank stare. “What are you talking about?”
“Annwn. Tïr na nǑg. Faerie. Am I jingling anything loose yet?” the goblin asked.
“Fairies? Like little people with wings? That’s crazy...” Jason thought of the small woman with the translucent wings who'd just driven past. “Are you serious?”
“Obviously, you know nothing of fairies,” the goblin snorted. “Or you would show more fear.”
“We're talking about little people with little wings, right? Like in Peter Pan?” He pointed ahead. “You're saying that girl was a fairy?”
“The most fearsome creatures in the realm,” the goblin said. “It's why they get to name the realm, you see?”
“Whatever.” Jason shook his head. He couldn't imagine little pixies with colorful wings as dangerous. The goblin was obviously just trying to scare him. “Let's get going. I need to get back home.”
“More than you know,” the goblin said. He began walking, and Jason stayed close beside him in case he tried to run.
“What's your name?” Jason asked. “Do goblins have names?”
“We have names!” the goblin snapped. “I am called Grizlemor the Cranky. And you?”
“Jason.”
“Just Jason?”
“Jason the Guy Who Wants That Necklace Back.”
The goblin sighed again. “When we reach the city, look no one in the eye. Say nothing. Just keep behind me and try not to draw attention to yourself.”
The road led them to a great mound of a city, where the buildings were made of stone and live trees with sprawling roots and limbs. The cit
y was arranged in terraces rising up the hillside. High above them, the top of the hill was encircled by a towering wall built of golden hexagonal bricks.
“What's that?” Jason asked, pointing to the huge wall.
“Don't point!” Grizlemor slapped Jason's hand down. “It's rude. That is the Queen's palace. We want to stay far from there. Don't even look in that direction.”
“Okay, calm down,” Jason said. “You really are cranky.”
They walked under a high stone archway carved with the images of flowers and animals. As they stepped into the city, the cobblestone road beneath their feet turned into a street of brightly colored crushed pebbles.
Big swarms of fireflies lit up the city in red, golds, oranges, blues and purples. The stone and living-tree buildings all had round, curving shapes—he didn't see a square corner or a straight line anywhere.
Though it was nighttime, the fairy creatures crowded the city streets, and Jason saw long pastel hair and colorful transparent wings everywhere he looked. The fairies were selling flowers, jewels, rugs, shoes, pottery...all of it strangely small, designed for these people who stood no more than three to four feet high. Cheerful music played everywhere, strings and flutes and bells.
While most of the city dwellers appeared to be fairies, Jason also glimpsed other kinds of creatures mixed in here and there—little people with animal horns, or tusks, or long, pointy ears. He felt dizzy at all the strangeness, and he stooped over as far as he could so he didn't stick up above the crowd. He kept close behind Grizlemor.
“This way! Hide!” Grizlemor snapped, grabbing Jason's arm. They ducked behind a cart full of small, polished hand tools made of stone and flint.
“Why are we hiding?” Jason asked. Grizlemor covered his mouth with a calloused hand that smelled like sour spinach, and then the goblin pointed.
A group of three male fairies stalked down the street, and the crowd parted to make room for them. Their faces were youthful, like all the fairies, but their eyes looked hard, dark, and old. They wore segmented black armor, with their wings jutting out the back. Long swords hung in black sheaths at their hips. They ate fruit and flowers from the merchants they passed, but they didn't pay for it. The merchants just looked down at their feet and let them take whatever they wanted.
