A Fairy's Guide to Disaster (Away From Whipplethorn Book One)

by A.W. Hartoin

  I flew up the stairs with Iris close at my heels. Gerald’s information rattled around in my head. I didn’t know which was more surprising, that the Zamoras were mindbenders or that Gerald’s family had known and kept it quiet. A few days before I never would’ve imagined them staying quiet to protect someone. Gerald’s father irritated my dad with his haughty ways and sly insinuations about intelligence. They had all those books and they never shared them. Gerald’s family always seemed to be trying to get an advantage over everyone else, but when they had the chance to out the Zamoras, they didn’t take it. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it.

  Iris and I reached the top of the stairs and hovered on a landing area. Four doors hung open inviting us in four different directions. I turned to Iris to get her opinion and found my sister watching with sad eyes and a downturned mouth.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “I don’t know what to think,” Iris said.

  “About Gerald?”

  Iris’s brow wrinkled. “No. About Easy. He’s a you-know-what.”

  “The Zamoras never did anything to us,” I said.

  “How do we know? Dad said mindbenders can read your mind, put ideas in your head and make you do things you shouldn’t. What if they had something to do with the humans coming and taking our mantel?”

  “Mindbenders are just another type of wood fairy. Just like how I’m a kindler. It’s just how we are and I don’t believe they knew anything about the humans coming. Mrs. Zamora loves Easy. I know that for sure. What do you want to do? Toss Easy out because of who he is?”

  “No.”

  “Good. Now let’s do some exploring while Gerald watches the babies. Which door?”

  Iris gestured to the door that opened up directly in front of the stairs. I rubbed my hands together and zipped in. The room was somewhat of a disappointment. It was a small square, smaller than any room in Whipplethorn. A length of fabric imprinted with monkeys concealed one side. A couple of shiny white things sat on the other side. They looked like they were made of the same material as the bowl in the kitchen. My shoulders slumped. I expected something majestic. I reminded myself to stop expecting, since I was always wrong.

  “What’s this?” asked Iris as she pointed to the squat white seat to their right.

  The seat had a rectangular white box attached to the wall behind it. We landed on a silver lever on the front of the box.

  “There’s water in it,” said Iris.

  I wrinkled my nose. “It smells like…”

  “Wee,” said Iris with a look of disgust. “Do you think it’s a chamber pot?”

  “If it is, it’s really big even for a chamber pot for humans,” I said. “Let’s check out the other one.”

  We flew up onto the other white thing and discovered it was just another bowl like downstairs in the kitchen.

  “Let’s go through another door. You pick,” said Iris.

  I picked the door to the far left and wasn’t disappointed. The room was quite large and furnished with walnut furniture with pleasing lines but few carvings. I went straight to the bed and landed in the middle of a blanket that looked soft as cattail fluff. Iris plopped down next to me, lying on the bed and sighing. I watched my sister’s sweet face smiling with growing enjoyment.

  “I could go to sleep right here,” Iris said.

  “Me, too.”

  “Gerald will be mad if we don’t come back soon.”

  “He’ll be mad either way,” I said. “He’s good at it.”

  “Gerald’s not so bad.” Iris flipped over and nestled her head in the crook of her arm.

  “He’s not a stink fairy underneath it all.”

  Iris closed her eyes. “I could lay here forever.”

  “I couldn’t.” I poked Iris in the shoulder. “Look.”

  “What is it?”

  “Books. Look at all the books.”

  Iris sat up and her mouth fell open. Bookcases covered the wall next to the door from floor to ceiling. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed them the second we came in. I flitted over and touched the spine of an old book with gold lettering, The Red Badge of Courage. Iris flew around in a frenzy, clapping her hands and counting.

  “There are fifty books on this shelf alone,” said Iris, pointing to the shelf I stood on. “Can you believe it?”

  I shook my head, mute with wonder. Books were so rare. And human books, fairies hardly ever got a chance to read them. I wished one would fall off the shelf and open so we might read a page and see what humans liked to read.

  We spent an hour reading titles and guessing what might be inside those dusty covers. I kept coming back to The Red Badge of Courage. It spoke to me. It must be more thrilling than the one Iris liked, Versailles: A Biography of a Palace, no matter how decorative the spine.

  I ran my hand over the peeling gold lettering once more and turned to Iris. “We better go if we want to look at the other rooms.”

  Iris left her favorite book alone on the shelf. She kept glancing back as we flew away out into the hall. Iris picked the next room and stopped short as soon as she flew through the door. I bumped into her and rubbed my nose where it had whacked the back of Iris’s head.

  “Hey,” I said. “Why’d you stop?”

  Iris turned, her face screwed up so that she resembled a dried up old apple. “Boy room.”

  Definitely a boy room. No mistaking that. It smelled of dirty socks and sweat. Half the bedding hung on the floor off a set of bunk beds. Clothing lay in heaps all over the place. A bookshelf called to me from across the room, but I fought off the invitation. I didn’t want to fly through the sour boy stink despite the intriguing titles on the shelves. Diary of a Wimpy Kid and City of Ember might be interesting, but not enough to tempt me.

  “Let’s try the last room,” said Iris.

  I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I smell a cat in there.”

  Iris made a face at me and started to fly into the room. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back. “I said no.”

  Iris yanked her hand away and flew into a pink room. I zipped in behind her. My eyes darting around the room for a sign of the cat, but didn’t find one. The room was much better than the boy’s next door. No stink, no clothing on the floor. Lace drooped down from a canopy and hung over a small bed, a waterfall of pretty. The bed was nicely made. My eyes ran down the length of the bed and I found myself staring into a pair of slanted pale blue eyes. I lunged for Iris.

  “No, Iris!”

  Iris shook me off while yelling, “Kitty!”

  Before I could catch her, Iris landed on the bed. The cat saw her. No doubt about that. Its eyes followed my tiny sister as she advanced across the bed towards it. Its long, skinny tail lashed the air and the tip of a very pink tongue poked out from between its furry lips. I rocketed across the room, my arms outstretched to snatch her up. But before I reached Iris, the cat lifted a paw with curved white talons and batted her. She tumbled through the air and disappeared over the side of the bed. The cat leapt after her.

  I shot over the bed and bumped into the window on the other side before I could stop myself. I shook my head and looked down, expecting the absolute worst. I only hoped I wouldn’t have to pry my sister’s mangled body out of the cat’s jaws.

  The cat sat hunched over and pawed at the floor. I darted forward to see Iris dancing between the creature’s paws.

  “Iris! What are you doing?”

  She waved and dodged a white paw as it slammed down on the very spot where she’d been standing. The cat wiggled its fuzzy butt and pounced. Iris dashed away and dodged the next paw while throwing her head back in laughter.

  “Get away from that thing or I’m going to have to come get you,” I shouted.

  A cat. It had to be a cat. How many killer cat stories had Grandma Vi told us over the years? Now Iris was down there trying her best to get eaten. It was too much. I’d flown out into a strange antique mall to save Gerald, battled spriggans to find Easy and risked getting
flattened by the mantel to rescue Horc, but a cat was too much.

  I hovered for a moment watching Iris risk her neck with the ultimate monster and then swallowed the hot bile bubbling up in my throat. I waited for the right moment. The cat meowed and Iris ran between the cat’s forelegs. She emerged from underneath its side and flew over its head. The cat stared up at her, eyes cold and unblinking. Iris flitted back and forth. The cat opened its mouth. I dashed in, snatching Iris from between its jaws. The cat’s hot breath engulfed us, smelling of fish and rotting grass. It leapt up behind us, snapping its jaws shut just as I got Iris over the edge of the bed.

  I shook as I flew us across the room to a book shelf and landed next to a stack of books five deep. “What’s wrong with you?”

  Iris broke out of my grasp. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? Why’d you drag me away?”

  I stared at her open-mouthed.

  “Hello,” said Iris.

  “Iris, come on. Do you want to get eaten?” I asked.

  “She wasn’t going to eat me. We were playing.”

  “Yeah, right.”

  The cat stalked across the floor, sat next to the bookcase and stared up at us, lashing its tail.

  Iris pointed. “See. She misses me.”

  “She misses the chance to eat you. Where’s your sense?”

  “She’s a pet. Pets don’t eat people.”

  “They do if they’re cats. Grandma Vi would have a heart attack if she saw what you were doing,” I said.

  “No, she wouldn’t. She liked cats. You heard her stories.”

  “A cat ate her uncle.”

  “He was an idiot,” said Iris, screwing up her face into a look of ultimate stubbornness. “It’s not the same at all.”

  “You mean he was such an idiot he played with a cat?”

  “Are you calling me an idiot?”

  “Well…” I couldn’t quite figure out what I wanted to say. Clearly, Iris was an idiot, but it didn’t seem like the right time to point that out. “Let’s just go.”

  “I’m not going until you apologize to me and Powder Puff,” said Iris.

  “Powder Puff?”

  Iris gestured to the cat that was now licking its paws. To me, it looked a lot like washing up for dinner.

  “Forget it,” I said.

  Iris cocked her head to the side and gave me a sly little smile. “If you don’t apologize I won’t tell you what’s happening downstairs.”

  Startled, I glanced toward the door. “What is it?”

  “I’m not telling,” said Iris.

  “Fine. You can go feed yourself to the cat while I go check it out alone.”

  Iris’s face lost her angry expression. “But you need me to hear for you.”

  “I can still see, Iris. I’m not a total invalid.”

  “I never said you were an invalid.”

  “And I didn’t mean to call you an idiot, but look at that thing. It’s a cat, Iris. Carnivore. Get it?”

  “She was just playing.”

  I rubbed my forehead and watched the cat eyeing us. A pet. Only Iris would find that monster appealing. “Please tell me what’s going on downstairs.”

  “A party.”

  “Really?”

  “Yep.”

  I flew out the door and smiled to find Iris close at my heels. Unfortunately, the cat wasn’t far behind, padding along and watching us with an intensity that made my pits sweat.

  At the bottom of the stairs, the mom leaned on the newel post, chatting into a silver rectangle. A young man with eagles tattooed on his bicep stomped past her carrying a rack filled with glassware. I hovered next to her and watched the man place the rack on the floor. He went back outside and returned with another rack. A young woman in an apron bustled in, ordering him to be careful. He didn’t answer, but I saw him roll his eyes when he put the rack on top of the other one. The young woman crossed her arms and tapped her foot as he ferried more racks and then flat silver containers.

  The mom took the rectangle away from her ear and punched a few buttons on the face. “Mom,” she said into the rectangle. “This is ridiculous. They’re bringing glasses and chairs. We have chairs.”

  She listened and then said, “I know, but I don’t need this. Fine. I’ll see you in a couple hours.”

  I looked at Iris. “I thought you said it was a party.”

  “I meant they’re planning a party.” Iris pointed at the mom. “She’s graduating from something.”

  The mom made a low noise in the back of her throat. The man with the tattoos heard and grinned at her as he carried a plastic container filled with bunches of flowers by. I gazed through the archway into the kitchen as the sour young woman scrubbed her hands and started laying vegetables on a cutting board.

  The little girl, Tess, ran in the front door and stopped short when she saw the piles of stuff the man brought in. “What’s all this, Mom?”

  “I told you Gram is throwing a party for my graduation today,” her mom said.

  “That’s a lot of stuff.”

  “You know how Gram loves a party.”

  “Who’s coming?”

  The mom pulled a tissue out of her sleeve and blew her nose. “Everybody.”

  “Who’s everybody?” Tess’s eyes wandered over the piles of vegetables and a newly uncovered box of chocolate on the kitchen table.

  “Please, Tess,” said her mom. “Go play for a bit, and then you can get dressed. I’m going to lie down.”

  The mom turned and went up the stairs. Iris and I followed Tess into the kitchen. Tess propped her elbows on the granite tabletop and watched the young woman chopping carrots.

  “What are you making?” Tess asked.

  “Amuse bouche,” said the woman with a sneer.

  “Does it have chocolate?”

  “Certainly not.”

  Tess lowered her eyes to the carrots and then fixed them on the woman. “What is it then?”

  The woman sighed. “Amuse bouche means to amuse the mouth. It is a one bite appetizer, if you must know.”

  Tess grinned and twirled one of her extremely long ponytails. “I must.” Then she flounced out the door, leaving the woman frowning in her wake.

  I turned to Iris. “I like her.”

  Iris pursed her lips while looking at the woman. “Her? I don’t like her at all.”

  “Not her,” I said. “Tess. Did you know what an amuse bouche was?”

  “No, and I bet Gerald doesn’t either,” said Iris. “Let’s test him.”

  I spun around and flew past the man with the tattoos who was now pushing furniture out of the way. We fluttered above stacks of chairs and bouquets of flowers to the mantel. I headed for our front door when I caught sight of Gerald walking on the mantel shelf. I turned to Iris, but she’d already spotted him. We lit on the shelf a dozen steps away and watched. Gerald’s back was to us. He stood next to a pair of crystal candlesticks that hadn’t been there before we went upstairs.

  “We’ve been decorated,” I said.

  “Look at the pictures.” Iris pointed at several frames containing pictures of fat drooling babies. “They look so real. Not like paintings at all.”

  I nodded. The pictures were incredible, like real babies were pressed in the frames. “I wonder how they do that.”

  “Check out Horc,” said Iris.

  Horc toddled to one of the candlesticks, heaved himself over the bottom lip and began climbing the steep slope. When he reached the summit, he sat on his wide butt and slid down with his arms raised. Easy sat a distance away with a severe pout on his face. He chortled something at Gerald. Gerald shook his head and turned around. His face revealed relief with just a touch of guilt. He rushed over to us, tripping on one of Iris’s teddy bears and bumping his knee.

  “You’ve been gone forever,” he said.

  “Have not,” said Iris. “Why won’t you help Easy go on the slide?”

  He groaned. “I already did. About a million times. It’s not as
thrilling as you’d think.”

  “Why didn’t you stay inside?”

  “There’s something in there.” He gestured to the other side of the mantel, Easy’s home.

  “I don’t hear anything,” said Iris.

  “Me neither,” said Gerald.

  I walked towards the babies with Gerald and Iris at my side. “If you didn’t hear anything, how do you know something’s there?”

  Gerald’s old resentful look came back to roost on his face. “Ask Easy.”

  “Easy?” I asked.

  “He’s a mindbender.”

  Iris gasped and I bit back a sharp retort. Easy made a sad chirp, his eyes brimming. I scooped him up. “Don’t call Easy that, Gerald. I’m serious.”

  “What are you going to do?” Two red spots appeared high on Gerald’s cheeks.

  I stepped closer to him and lowered my face until we were nose to nose. “I don’t know, but you won’t like it.”

  “All right. All right.” Gerald backed up.

  Horc slid down the candlestick again, faster than before and ended up rolling head over heels to rest at our feet. “That was an intense experience. You should try it,” he said, wobbling and greener than usual.

  “I’ll pass,” I said. “Did Easy tell you something’s in his house?”

  Horc jutted his chin out at me. “Hungry.”

  “Not that again. Why do you always get hungry when we need information?” I asked.

  “Best time to negotiate.”

  “You don’t need to negotiate for food,” I said. “We’ll feed you no matter what.”

  “Excellent. I’m ready.” Horc opened his mouth and waited.

  I handed Easy to Iris. “Not this minute. Is something in the mantel or not?”

  Horc shut his mouth reluctantly. “Easy said there is.”

  Easy nodded and buried his face in Iris’s shoulder.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “He doesn’t know. He just knows it’s there. He feels the presence of more minds,” said Horc, yawning.

  “I take it you’re not worried.”

  “What’s to worry about? You’ll take care of it. Now about lunch.”

  I turned to Easy. “How many things are in there?”

  Easy concentrated and then looked at Horc.

  “Several,” said Horc.

  “Great,” I said. “I guess I’ll go check it out.”

  “You can’t go in there alone. It’s crazy,” said Gerald.

  “Glad you think so, because you’re coming with me.”

  “No, I’m not,” he said. “I say we just leave whatever’s in there alone. Maybe they’ll go away.”

  “If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that things don’t just go away. Come on, Gerald. It’s your turn,” I said.

  Gerald opened his mouth and then shut it. Iris stuck her tongue out at him and then asked, “Do you know what an amuse bouche is?”

  Gerald wrinkled his forehead. “It’s a small bite of food, like an appetizer. Why?”

  Iris’s mouth dropped open, but she recovered quickly. “Never mind. Easy, you want to go on the slide?”

  Easy chirped happily as I took off and hovered above the mantel. “I’m waiting, Gerald.”

  He followed as slowly as possible. For once, I was glad I couldn’t hear the complaints that were surely aimed at me. We flew down to Easy’s front door and lit on the ledge in front of it.

  “Do you hear anything?” I asked.

  Gerald shook his head. That fact didn’t seem to make him feel any better though. I rubbed his back and pulled open the door. The hall lay dark and deserted. Debris littered the floor, but there weren’t any glowing red eyes or anything.

  “Do you smell that?” asked Gerald.

  “I sure do,” I said.

  Subtle smells, moss, lemongrass, and cattails wafted around us. Gerald wrinkled his nose and stepped back.

  “It’s okay,” I said. “I know what it is.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I lit a sweet little flame in the palm of my hand and held it aloft, casting soft yellow shadows on the walls. “Pretty sure,” I said as I advanced down the darkened hall.

  CHAPTER 18