Let’s Write a Story! #15 The Chaotic Addition

The Chaotic Addition
#15 – Genre: Fantasy (1,031 Words)
By: Sara Neal

Sara Neal is a 2020 high school graduate and a future student at the University of Wisconsin-Oshkosh.She spends her free time reading, writing, learning sign language and participating on her high schoolvarsity wrestling team. She is currently writing her first novel while writing short stories and fanfictionsshe posts online. Sara joined the RGV Writers’ Connection group to meet other people who share acommon passion and to increase her knowledge to further her craft. You can find her stories onWattpad.com and search Sara_The_Writer1863.

As Henry led the way to the small house, Mary looked around to see a few peopleperforming their everyday tasks. At first glance everything looked so beautiful and serene, butsomething felt wrong. Mary knew she shouldn’t judge, but she hoped this dark feeling was newto them as well. She couldn’t imagine a place like this, which seemed to be right out of afairytale, make you feel you were in a dark empty pit.
Aronia noticed Mary’s frown and guessed the reason behind her sudden emotional shift.“It’s sad what this virus is doing to the emotional environment of the world,” Aronia directedtoward Mary.
Mary gave Aronia a look that read, “Tell me more.”
Aronia sighed, but continued, “When we first met, I didn’t tell you who we are.We’re…”
Before she could finish, Mary blurred, “You’re nature spirits. You already told me, youcome to people in time of need.”
“We are, but our job requires a lot more than Henry and I offered you. We…” Aroniapaused to gather her thoughts. “We are the protectors of nature and balance. When things goawry in your world, our job is to correct it before the world and everyone in it gets destroyed.But sometimes, when a great catastrophe arises, it takes a huge amount of energy out of us.Especially when we are having difficulties in solving the problem.”
“Like the COVID-19 virus,” Mary realized.
“Yes. The virus is causing a shift in the balance of nature, but don’t worry. We havealways protected the balance and this time will be no different. Now, let’s start walking beforeHenry gets agitated we’re not following them.” Mary gave Aronia a weak smile before theycontinued on.
She didn’t know how it could be possible, but the back of the old man’s house and yardwas even more beautiful than the front. It looked like an oasis lost in the desert. She saw a hugegarden with a variety of plants including different-colored flower bushes outlining a stone pathwhich crossed through the garden and entered a forest of tall trees forming a border around theyard. On the edge of a meadow was a little creek which ran into a small pond with Lily pads and
a multitude of fish. On the other side of the property was a circular palapa with green vinesspiraling up the wooden poles which supported the structure with a table and wooden chairsbeneath it.
After they gazed a few minutes at the yard, Old Man came out of the back door with a glasscarafe of some type of unknown liquid. She guessed it was the concoction he mentioned earlier.
“So,” Old Man began, “Who are your marvelous guests and what is the reason for theirvisit?”
Henry began the introductions.
“This is Mary and Forest. Forest recruited her to help save his mother-in-law.”
“I see. And I suppose they called you to help them figure it out. I wondered why you bothvanished while helping me pick my potatoes.”
Everyone nodded and chuckled at his words but soon there was an awkward silence.
“We called Aronia and Henry because they had knowledge about the virus and the world’schaos, including information about Michael and the Golden Sassafras,” Mary inserted into the quiet.
Old Man nodded, “Under different circumstances, I would encourage them to help.However, my potatoes won’t pick themselves. And as they are about to rot, I need Aronia andHenry to help. But don’t fret, I won’t leave you empty handed. Another extremely gifted friend ofmine, whom I started mentoring recently, will help you with anything you need.” Old Man lookeddown at his watch. “As a matter of fact, she will arrive any moment now.”
Like clockwork, a loud thud followed with tiny footsteps was heard heading their way. Theyall looked in the direction of the noise, waiting. Mary knew it was a nature spirit, but the girl’sappearance shocked her.
A girl, no older than 15, with a huge smile on her face was skipping as she made her wayover to the group. She had taken the nature theme to a whole new level. She had wavy brown hairwith small twigs intertwined in it and emerald green eyes. She wore a light-green, sleeveless dress, aleaf shaped upper arm bracelet, and black ankle boots. Yet, she made the overload of natureaccessories work and somehow it added to her beauty. Looking at this girl’s positivity andexcitement, Mary almost forgot that the world was in chaos. Almost.
When the girl was close, she began bombarding Mary with words. “Oh my gosh, you are sopretty. What’s your name? Where are you from? Do you have a boyfriend? I bet he’s also pretty. Imean handsome. Boys don’t like it when you call them pretty. At least not in my experience.Anyway, my name is Twix. People say my parents were crazy for naming me that, but I love it! Itreminds me of my favorite candy. What’s your favorite candy? It’s most likely not as good as mine,but I would love to…”
“Twix!” Old Man interrupted the girl’s raving.
“Sorry. People say I talk way too much. What’s your name?” Twix was calmer.
“She’s Mary and my name’s Forest,” Forest answered.
“THE MARY? I heard so much about you from Linda. You know, Sylvia’s mom. I stillcan’t believe Linda married a human and decided to live in your world. I mean, she did fall in love
so that’s a plus. I could never give up being a nature spirit. I’d miss it too much, but sometimes Ihear stories from my friends about places like Paris. I would so love to live there. I mean it’s the cityof love, how could you get anything better than…”
“Twix!” Old Man once again had to interrupt the girl’s ranting.
“Sorry.” Twix apologized.
Old Man began lecturing the girl to stop ranting and running on, but Mary wasn’t payingattention. She was caught completely off guard by what the girl had said.
Sylvia’s mom used to be a nature spirit.

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