Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
These chapters are an exploration of the backstory of our favorite fairy Fiellen and may not contain as much explicit sex as you have come to expect from A Fairy's Tail in some chapters.
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It was nothing more than two worn down wheel ruts where folks in days past wheeled their carts and barrows down to the river, which lay only about four hundred feet down a slight, grassy hill that sported tufts of brightly colored wildflowers as the summer days grew longer and the heat coaxed them from their hiding places down deep in the cool shadows.
This was the trail I took down to the small waterway that was called the Katydid river by the local townspeople, which ran past our several hundred year old farm house. In the past, before we had a well and indoor plumbing, the river and the path supplied the families that lived in our home with the water that they needed to live and grow crops and livestock.
For me, the river inspired the lust for lazy days building boats from twigs and leaves that lay all about the sandy shore, dropped from ancient Basswoods that towered over my young form. If I was allowed, I would have spent every day and afternoon there, playing until night fell and the stars began to twinkle, but mother demanded that I do the farmstead chores at night, and father would wup me if I didn't do them, so I was never able to spend my days as leisurely as I would have wanted to.
Now, as an adult man of twenty five years of age, slaving away at the factory every morning to night, coated in machine oil and exhaust grime, I laugh at those silly yearnings of my past, knowing how lucky I was before adulthood grabbed me by the seat of my pants and taught me a lesson about what it meant to be a man.
But back then there was one day, one day as aboy when I thought that life might hold even more than I thought it could. More than just the suffering and toil that I experienced every day now as a man.
That was the day that I met her.
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I was down by the river once again, in my customary tan shorts and a dirty white button down t-shirt that I had worn all week, bare feet scrunching in the sand as I lazily drew my big toe down from the river, making miniature rivers that came close to my lumpen attempt at a sand castle.
My intent was to make a moat that would guard my castle, but then the fleeting idea of having the river destroy it came into my mind and I couldn't shake such an appealing scenario.
"And soon the mighty river flooded its banks and grew closer to the king and queen's abode as they slept, tragically drowning the townspeople as they woke to do their morning chores..." I muttered under my breath a storyline of woe and dismay that gave me a thrill and caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand up in anticipation.
"What are you doing?"
The crystal clear feminine voice crackled in the air like the flash of a lightning bug. It lilted like a song bird and hung in the air like a cloud made of spun sugar.
Startled, I dropped the stick I was using as my cane and looked up, sputtering.
"Who, who, who goes there?!"
She seemed huge, but she was only as tall as my father, if not a bit higher.
My eyes widened into two tea saucers as I stared and took at this alien life form that crouched directly in front of me, eyeing my mangled sand castle that now was melting in a pool of river water.
Her skin had a greenish hue, and as a young boy I couldn't help but take took note of her ample cleavage and motherly hips. She was dressed haphazardly in what seemed to be scraps of woven grasses and leaves, which just covered her secret parts.
I gulped, a droplet of sweat forming on my temple.
I noticed tattoos, which I had only seen on sailors on the docks before, spiraling down her legs and arms. She looked at me and her wild mane of red hair framed a face punctuated by bright blue eyes and pouting lips. She grimaced and I noticed that her incisors were like a wolf's fangs.
I blinked. If possible, my eyes grew even larger.
