“What the…” said Joey, ducking, as a spell flew over his head.
“The Fairy War has started,” said Flower.
“Winter wants more power over Summer.”
“In what way?”
“It wants to last longer.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Uh, so it lasts longer and has more power longer,” said Flower, frowning at him. “Which part don’t you understand?”
“Can’t they just split things and use Spring and Fall as axis points for the change over?”
“Ask them,” she said, looking at the fairies, who were casting spells, sending them flying though the air.
“Okay. I will.”
He put his fingers in his mouth and whistled, as loudly as he could. Some of fighting right in front of him stopped, and a few fairies even looked his way.
“Hi,” he said, waiving at those who had paused to stare. “What are you all doing? Party? Dance Off? Or are you just trying to kill each other?”
They started fighting again.
“I mean, you have four seasons, and a lot of room to play around with,” he said, in his normal voice, which made everyone strain to hear him. “You can divide the seasons evenly and be satisfied with that, or you can be greedy and want more time and power for yourselves, which, let’s face it, doesn’t make any sense, because really, what are you going to do with an extra month or two, right? Basically, Fall is the doorway to Winter and Spring is the doorway to Summer. It’s ready made. You guys don’t even have to figure anything out. All the work has been done for you by Mother Nature. Sure, I don’t get the geographical bit, where it’s either always frozen tundra, or hot palm trees, but I don’t get a lot of things, so there is that. I really don’t get why you’re fighting, instead of dancing, feasting or making love.”
Someone threw a spell at him and Flower deflected it with her own. “Stop it, or I’ll make you wish you kept your wings together,” she said, to the fairy who threw it.
“Humans are killing each other right now. I don’t bother with them. I don’t really want to bother with you guys either. I just want a nice quiet life and really, how can you stop greed, power mongering, and hatred in others? I don’t certainly don’t know how to do it. I just know that you all look foolish, fighting those who are exactly like you, except for a seasonal difference. Aren’t your Queen’s actually related? They’re sisters, right?
Flower nodded and whispered, “Yes, they are.”
“Doesn’t that make you one big unhappy family, like every other family?” asked Joey. “I’m part of both of you, through no fault of my own, believe me. No one gave me a choice, my father hit on my mom and here I am. I didn’t even know who I was until a few months ago. I just know that I don’t want to be a human and now I don’t want to be like you either, because I want to be happy. Do you even know what happiness is, or are you so jaded and filled with greed and resentment that you’ve never even thought about it? You could fall in love with each other,” he continued. “If you did, maybe more fairy children would be born.”
Some of the fighting stopped at those words.
“I mean, maybe you’re inbred to the point where you need new fairy blood. I’m not a geneticist, but things like that happen now and then, right?
“I’m going to go back to work now,” he said, looking at Flower. “You can either start talking, dancing, and making love, or you can continue to kill each other. It’s up to you. So, nice talking to you. Good luck and all of you are welcome at The Magical Apothecary, if you behave politely. We have good cookies.”
“Really good cookies,” said Flower. “Delicious.”
Someone threw a spell at Joey and Flower flew in front of him. She gasped and fell unconscious, into his hands.
“NO,” screamed Joey, as he stared at her tiny body, the color quickly draining from her her wings and gown.
His father touched him and he was back at the counter of The Magical Apothecary.