Queen Clarion’s Rock
I WILL TRY TO MAKE YOU LAUGH.
That is my goal.
I decided to write a story about Queen Clarion... and a rock. I didn't know writing about a rock could be so fun... *squeals!*
After a longgg time of lots of procrastinating, I should be able to get the next chapter of A Fairy Bad Twist in Time some time up tomorrow, but first I needed to write a story about rocks! ROCKS COME FIRST!
Oh, and this story is supposed to be just a one-chapter-long-thang that's really short and stuff.
The title is rather self explanatory, don’t you agree?
Everything was perfectly fine in Pixie Hollow.
Yup, perfectly fine! The pantry in the Home Tree blew up because of how much food was in it, but that’s a good thing, right? Because that means there’s a lot of food for the fairies to go around? But anyway, other than giant puddles of eggs and flour (or is it flower?) that the grumpy cleaning-talents had to clean up, everything was perfectly fine!
It was about 20% sunnier than most other days (which days that are 20% sunnier than average are considered "Days of Good Luck" in Pixie Hollow, because when it was 35% sunnier than other days that one time, all the ice cream melted, which was marked as one of the most catastrophic disasters in Pixie Hollow history, right behind the day of the Toast Invasion.).
The Home Tree was in good health, no bruises or anything bad like that! You’d be surprised at how seriously the fairies take their beloved tree; one time a fairy carrying a copper pot of jambalaya flew right into the tree’s bark. Although the fairy had a bent wing, everyfairy went into super ninja mode! You see fairies jumpin’ over tables, other fairies, (Shunning the fact that they can fly, pfffftt) over wagons, everything in order to get to the tree’s rescue in time. Oh, and the fairy with the bent wing was okay in the end.
So yes, everything was fine in Pixie Hollow that day! It was sunny, everyfairy was fine and out and about doing their talent, the Pixie Dust flow was as plentiful as ever, and only one pantry blew up this time, no melting ice creams apocalypses, and no clumsy jambalaya fairies.
Everything was fine and dandy, except for the shrieks coming from Queen Clarion’s chamber. We’ll get to the screams in a few seconds, I think the tree got a little paper cut! (The tree’s safety is obviously more important than the high supreme rulers’, pffffft)
"I think I hear somefairy screaming, like the Queen," said a guarding-talent fairy named Olivia, positioned right outside the two grand double-doors that led to Queen Clarion’s chambers. The guarding-talents, were, as usual, at their positions, guarding stuff. Their names are pretty self-explanatory. This particular day, two guarding-talents named Olivia and Clementine were chosen to guard the outside of the Queen’s personal chambers.
"It’s probably just an owl again," Clementine insisted.
"I dunnoooo, I don’t recall owls ever sounding like fairies screaming." Olivia shrugged.
"Maybe it’s a toaster you’re hearing?" Clementine inquired.
"A toaster? Why in the world of biscuits would it be a toaster?" huffed Olivia, confused at the concept.
"Well, toasters are pretty scary after that one unfortunate day. Before that they were no threat to fairies at all. Eesh, were we wrong! Anyway, it’s probably just some fairies screaming at a toaster again, or some toast." Clementine said.
"But all the toasters in Pixie Hollow were banished..." Olivia mumbled to herself.
"..."
"..."
"... I think we might want to go and check on her." Clementine said.
FIVE MINUTES LATER
(YES IT TOOK FIVE MINUTES TO OPEN TWO DOORS AND FLY INSIDE)
"HUZZAH! Your highness, we will save you from any foul toasters that dare to threaten you!" Olivia bellowed as she and Clementine hustled into the Queen’s Chambers.
"I don’t see her..." Clementine said, scanning the room.
It was, as usual, a complete mess. A fancy mahogany bed was tucked in the corner, with a giant headboard and footboard.
For some reason, there was enchilada crumbs scattered about on the bed’s fine sheets.
The violet rug strewn on the floor was torn up again, apparently the Queen was practicing karate again.
There was blueberry ice cream adorning the large pink windows in the chamber, so the Queen must’ve been practicing karate chopping ice cream bowls, which would explain the multiple shards of glass decorating the floor below.
And last but not least, a door broken off it’s two hinges.
Typical.
"Your highness? Where are--EEEEEE!" shrieked Olivia.
"What?! Whatizzit?!" asked Clementine on high alert.
"TOAST!" Olivia screamed again. She thrust a finger to a small piece of leftover toast that sat atop the Queen’s auburn nightstand on a wooden plate.
"TOAST?! Why would the Queen have such a monstrosity in here?!" bellowed Clementine, her face beet red with anger.
The queen had a fairly small nightstand, small enough to fit an aqua blue lamp and a small wooden plate with toast on it.
Oh, and the nightstand was small enough for a single fairy alone to carry. Taking advantage of the nightstand’s light weight, Clementine picked up the entire nightstand and flew over to the floor-length pink windows. And with a simple toss, Clementine threw the nightstand with all her might at the windows, completely smashing them to mere pink shards, and watched as the nightstand tumbled down the entire home tree, all the way to the ground below.
"Did you really just throw the Queen’s nightstand outside the window, completely smashing everything?" Olivia inquired.
"Indeed. Toast infects everything it touches, including nightstands. So the only logical thing to do was to throw away the nightstand, and whatever was on the nightstand, along with the toast."
"Ahh, that makes more sense. But..." Olivia started.
A few seconds of silence passed by till’ the screams of fairies from below rang through the air.
"EEEEK! TOAST!"
"SAVE THE NEW ARRIVALS!!"
"MY LEG! EVEN THOUGH THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH IT!"
"STOP SCREAMING ABOUT YOUR LIMBSSSS!"
Clementine and Olivia listened to the screams of fairies from below intently.
"We either just saved Pixie Hollow, or ended it." Clementine said.
"Yup. Why were we here again?" Olivia asked.
"To save the Queen cause’ she was screaming." Clementine mused.
"Oh okay. Should we go and do that?"
"Yeah, I just hope our supreme dominant ruler is okay."
Clementine and Olivia jumped at the sudden shrill of a voice coming from the opposite end of the Queen’s chamber.
"What was that?" Olivia asked, her eyes darting around for the source of the sound.
"Well, that can either be an owl, more fairies screaming about toast,"
Clementine got interrupted by a scream from outside the Home Tree loudly screaming: "THE TOAST!!!! NOT THE TOAST!! NOOOO!!!"
"or it could be Queen Clarion," Clementine finished.
And right as those words were spoken, a fairy with giant golden butterfly wings and light red hair popped out from an arched doorway.
"Oooo, I’m so glad you’re here!" the Queen said elatedly.
"Your highness? You’re all right?" Olivia asked, her mouth hanging open in surprise. At Olivia’s words, the Queen gave a not-very-queen-like scoff.
"Why wouldn’t I be all right? I’m better than ever! I have something to show you, too, but you must give me a second. I see two fairies cowering behind a leaf bench at some random toast on the ground through the window on the ground below!" she said, smiling widely.
"She doesn’t know that we destroyed her nightstand, right?" Clementine whispered to Olivia, leaning over a bit.
"Oh no." Olivia said, gulping in fear.
"What’s taking my two guarding-talents so long? I have found something amazing!" the Queen’s voice said, ringing through the chamber.
"We’ll have to do something about that later..." Olivia said as she and Clementine flew over to the doorway the Queen had popped out from.
The room that the Queen was in was fairly small. It was a slate grey color with dusty walls. The entire room itself was in the shape of a small circle-- or an egg shape--whichever word you want to use to describe it’s small shape is fine.
The wooden floors of the room were a bland brown, caked in thick layers of dust that collected up over months and months of neglect.
At the opposite end of the room were pale rose pink windows, like the now-smashed ones by the Queen’s mahogany bed in the other room. These windows, however, were smogged up so much that they were obscured.
That room would’ve been any cleaning-talents (aka grumpy-talents) nightmare because of how dirty and grimy it was-- especially since it was in the home of Royalty.
But nevertheless, it was not the condition of the walls nor the floor that mattered, but the large stone table that sat perfectly centered in the room with the carving of fairies and trees on it.
"Your highness? I don’t like this room..." Clementine said, shivers running up and down her wings as she flew inside.
"Oh pfffft, fairy up, it’s not that scary! There’s only ever been one fairy who's gone missing in here!" the Queen said, trying to reassure the frightened guarding-talent.
"A fairy who went missing in here?!" said Olivia, trembling.
“Nah, I’m just kidding. Nofairy ever went missing in here. But there was once a bat found in here, though. We still don’t know why he decided to crawl in here in the first place-- perhaps bats like tables? Ooo! Idea! I’m gonna give a bat a table the next time I see one, and--”
“May we move on? This place is giving me the creeps.” Clementine said, trying to avoid getting sucked into another one of Queen Clarions planning schemes to do something chaotic.
“Fine! Be that way! You’re missing out on some great raptures over here!” the Queen said, scoffing loudly.
Clementine and Olivia watched as Queen Clarion flew over to the opposite end of the table in the center of the room.
She closed her large golden wings behind her, and gave the two guarding-talents a stern look that would make anyfairy take her seriously.
"All right," she started as Clementine and Olivia continued to shake from how cold it was and from the fear they were receiving being in that scary room.
"Today, this morning, while I was at Havendish Stream again pretending to be doing something important so I can slack off and get break time, I saw something in the water!" the Queen said, delighted. “Can you guess what it was?”
Olivia and Clementine stood there, musing over what the Queen could’ve seen (YEEHEHEHE Does that rhyme?!) in the Havendish.
"A rock?" guessed Clementine.
"How did you know?!” the Queen said in shock, drawing in a large gasp.
"But the Havendish is filled with hundreds of rocks! It’s impossible for a fairy to go there and not see one!" snapped Olivia, irritated.
"Oh, but this rock I saw was like no other. It was a rock that I lost seven hundred years ago that could never be found. I thought I’d never see it again, but there it was, in the glistening waters of the Havendish! You probably heard me screaming of pure joy earlier today, correct?”
"Yes-- Wait, those were screams of joy? We thought you saw a piece of toast!" Clementine said, confused.
“That is true--screams of elated joy! Hehehe! But anyway, there is one thing that sets this one rock apart from every other rock. It possesses a special quality that no other rock has! Can you guess what this special quality is?" the Queen said, grinning widely.
Clementine and Olivia looked at the Queen, puzzled. It’s just a rock. They don’t exactly have special qualities or anything like that.
The Queen watched the two guarding-talents ponder over what quality the rock possessed with a hopeful expression on her face.
"I got it," Clementine started, clearing her throat. "Does the rock have… rock-i-ness?" she guessed hopefully.
The Queen’s smile faded away and turned into a large frown. "No! Guess again!" she snapped loudly.
This time, Olivia spoke up. “Does the rock have good looks?”
“No.”
“A nice smell?”
“No.”
“A cannon that is especially designed to banish away toast?”
“Pffffft, definitely not. Although I do like the idea of that!”
“Then what is it?” Olivia asked, crossing her arms. She and Clementine watched as a large grin etched it’s way onto the Queen’s face.
"The rock has magic!” the Queen exclaimed, giving a small squeal in joy.
“Uh, did you say it had magic?” said Clementine, tilting her head a bit before her face turned purple and she clamped her hands over her mouth.
“What? Whatizzit?” the Queen demanded as she watched Clementine turn her back to her.
It was only a matter of seconds before Clementine had fallen on the floor in hysterics, laughing wildly like a mad fairy.
"A rock? With Magic? Did he get his letter when he was eleven?" Clementine managed to say through her uncontrollable laughter.
"Actually, yes! He told me that he went to Rockwarts once." the Queen said, once again smiling widely.
"Wait, it told you? That makes no sen--Just never mind," Olivia said, sighing.
Once Clementine had gotten up from laughing so much, the Queen fixed a stern look on the two fairies.
"Alright, I need your help, you two! Something is wrong with him, you know, the rock. He just doesn’t seem happy right now. Something’s bugging him. So, I need your help!" the Queen said.
“Help? With identifying a rocks’ emotions?" Olivia asked, suspicious.
"Yesss! He’s upset, I know it! See? Just look at how gloomy he is.” the Queen huffed in a sad mood.
"Wait, he’s in here?" Clementine asked, her eyes widening.
"Pffft, you didn’t notice him? He’s been on the table the entire time!" the Queen said, obviously dismayed that the two guarding-talents hadn’t noticed the small, bland, rather rough, gray stone (Which would be a pebble to clumsy’s) sitting atop the center of the table.
"Ohhhh, I see it now! Yeah, it was blending in." Olivia said.
“ ‘IT’? Did you just call him an IT?!" the Queen bellowed, her voice raising.
"Uh, I mean, she, yes, she! She was blending in."
"HE’S A HE!" the Queen shouted loudly, the room beginning to shake a bit from the volume in her voice.
"Uh, yes, he was blending in. Yes, he!" Olivia said, quickly correcting herself as Clementine glared at her.
The Queen’s mood immediately enlightened once Olivia fixed her error.
“That’s better! Now, I would like you two fairies to take a look at him." the Queen said.
Clementine and Olivia looked at the bland, dusty rock sitting on top of the table. Now, since the Queen was always known to be a bit crazy, and for getting incredibly infuriated if you did anger her in the slightest of ways, Clementine and Olivia decided to go with the flow.
"I have an answer." Olivia said, turning her head upwards from the rock to look at the Queen.
An expression of glee adorned the Queen’s face. "Yes? Yessss?" she squealed.
"I believe that he is… sad." Olivia said.
"Sad?"
“Sad.”
The Queen processed the thought of her rock being "sad" for a few moments.
"Then we must make him happy again! Now, follow me, I know just what to do!" the Queen said as she picked up the rock gently and fluttered out of the room.
At the Tearoom
The Queen decided the best place to go would be the Tearoom. The three fairies (And the rock) hadn’t eaten breakfast yet, so Queen Clarion decided this would be one of the most perfect times (if not the most perfect) time of the day to try and cheer up her little rock.
Once Queen Clarion had flown through the light green archway adorned with spring flowers that led into the Tearoom, everyfairy’s eyes were immediately drawn to her.
“Your highness!” said a sparrowman, bowing.
“Did you know there was a toast disaster today?” said somefairy who had popped up from nowhere apparently.
“I haven’t finished eating my biscuit yet, but you can have the rest of it!” squealed a sparrowman.
“DAT’S GROSS, BRO!” said a fairy beside the biscuit sparrowman, grabbing his biscuit and chucking it across the Tearoom just to land in somefairy’s hair.
“All right, everyfairy!” the Queen announced, which hushed everyfairy in the Tearoom, even the biscuit sparrowman who was weeping a tiny bit and needed to sparrowman up.
“Today I have a special guest in my presence,” started the Queen. She grinned widely as she held her pet rock above her head, as high as her arms would reach.
“Is that a rock?” said somefairy in the back of the Tea Room.
“Your highness, that’s some regular old stone! Why not have me be your special guest?” whined a sparrowman in the back.
“QUIET! I HAVE MY WAYS!” the Queen bellowed, who then chucked an innocent teapot at the floor beside the table the sparrowman was seated at, where it shattered into many different pieces.
Everyfairy at that moment immediately knew to hush, and to let the crazy Queen have her odd irregular ways.
“All right, now, I will need three extra seats added to the Royal Long Table Where The Royal Highness Sits Along With The Other Fairies, y’know, that table that I named myself? One for my magnificent rock, and two for my fellow guarding-talents who are assisting me on making my pet rock happy.” she said.
Three nearby fairies who worked in the Tearoom gave a large nod, then zoomed off to fetch the extra chairs.
The Queen seated herself in a giant golden chair that was placed behind a giant, long, auburn table with a buffet of all sorts of food spread out on it.
On the left side of the Queen's chair was multiple smaller chairs, all for the Never Council who were already seated at the table.
As Queen Clarion adjusted her chair to the way she liked it. (Her chair has three different settings: Regular Chair Mode, Massage Mode, and This Third Mode Was An Accident Whoops! mode.) The three fairies returned with the three chairs the Queen had requested and placed them gently on the right side of her throne.
“Excellent! Seat yourselves!” the Queen said as Clementine and Olivia sat themselves down into two of the chairs.
The third chair (the one for the Queen’s rock) had piles of rose petal pillows stacked atop it so the rock would be level with the table.
The Queen placed her pet rock down on the pillows gently, and gave the rock a small little pat.
“Did she just pet it?” whispered Olivia to Clementine, leaning over.
Clementine gave a long sigh and nodded slowly.
The Queen tied a long cornflower (BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH) bib to the little rock seated on the pillows beside her, and she even tied an identical larger one on herself.
“ALL RIGHTTT! Let breakfast commence!” the Queen cheered loudly, immediately digging into some honey buns and green leaf tea in a very un-queen-like manner.
Olivia and Clementine also began eating their breakfasts too. Olivia nibbled on banana cookies as Clementine wolfed down a tangerine pie.
While Olivia and Clementine were gobbling down their breakfasts, they didn’t notice it when the Queen reached over to her right and stole a small wooden plate that had small cut up olive and clementine pieces (the fruit, of course) on it from Sweet Pea, who immediately groaned and crossed her arms angrily.
“OOOOO, look!” the Queen exclaimed, thrusting the plate of cut up olive and clementine (the fruits!!) into the two guarding-talents faces.
‘’Look, their clementine and olive cut up thingys! Those are your names! Their your relatives!” the Queen said, laughing loudly as Clementine and Olivia glared at her.
As the Queen was laughing loudly, she didn’t notice when a skinny pale hand that belonged to Sweet Pea came around her and whacked her on the shoulder.
“Ow, that hurt…” whined the Queen, who turned around to see an angry Sweet Pea glaring at her.
“Oh, stop your bellyaching! You stole my olive and clementine cuts!” shouted Sweet Pea, her face as red a sweet… pea.
“Ugh fine! You’re ruining all the fun! I’m the Queen, I can steal your little cut thingamabobbers whenever I want! Olivia, gimme the plate back for the angry pink fairy.” said Queen Clarion, blindly extending her arm out in Olivia’s direction, waiting for a small wooden plate to be placed in it.
After waiting a few seconds for the plate to be handed to her the Queen grew irritated.
“Olivia, the plate, plea--” said the Queen turning around to see Clementine and Olivia nibbling away on the last of the fruit cuts.
At this, Sweet Pea immediately became enraged.
“NOFAIRY STEALLS THE PEA’S FRUIT CUTS!” bellowed Sweet Pea loudly.
Everyfairy in the Tearoom glanced over at the Royal Long Table to see Sweet Pea get up from her seat and stand on the table.
“Manners, Sweet Pea! We do not stand on tables!” Marina scoffed loudly, folding her fancy wings behind her.
“Quiet! THIS SHALL BE SETTLED NOWWWW!” cried Sweet Pea, grabbing a honey biscuit in each of her hands, ready to fight the Queen in a battle of breakfast.
“Stop it, Slate!” bellowed Sweet Pea.
“I DID NOTHING!” Slate cried, shrinking in his chair.
“Your presence annoys me! Now, sparrowman up!” Sweet Pea huffed.
Now, Clementine and Olivia obviously knew that they had to do something to prevent the full on breakfast-war.
“LOOK! IT’S A PEA… THAT’S SWEET...’’ Olivia shouted loudly, pointing into nothingness at the opposite end of the Tearoom.
“Where?!” Sweet Pea said, pulling her attention away from the Queen, intent on getting a glimpse of this pea Olivia spoke of.
While Sweet Pea’s back was turned, two security-talents (Those exist!) came by and grabbed Sweet Pea’s arms, pulling her off the table.
“No, wait, I need to see the sweet peaaaa!” she cried as the two security-talents pulled her away.
Queen Clarion watched as the pink blob of a fairy was carried off so far that she couldn’t see her through the Tearoom’s large windows anymore.
“Pfffft, we’ll have to postpone that breakfast war for later. Now,’’ the Queen said. “Let’s see how my lovely little rock is doing!”
Queen Clarion twisted her head around to look at her rock, which still sat exactly the way he was left on the pillow pile.
“He hasn’t eaten anything yet.” the Queen said, frowning.
“Maybe he just doesn’t like the food laid out before him?’’ Clementine recommended, looking nervous.
The Queen nodded at Clementine’s suggestion. “This food will not do for him, not one little bit.” the Queen mumbled as she stretched her arms out.
“Your highness? What are you gonna d--AHHHH!!” Olivia cried out as the Queen began throwing every single plate and bowl on the floor, smashing them to pieces.
Innocent pies and muffins splattered on the floor, leaving behind giant puddles of tangerine mush and honey for the grumpy cleaning-talents to clean up.
“Nope, this food is UNACCEPTABLE!” the Queen bellowed loudly, discarding all the food in front of her on the ground.
“Now,” she said slowly, reaching over and picking up a wooden plate with a slice of strawberry cake on it that was originally for Slate, but apparently he was stuck under the table.
The Queen slid the tiny cake over to the front of her rock, and cleared her throat.
“Now, let us see if our little rock here is satisfied by this cake. Oh, what am I saying?! Of course he’ll be satisfied! Who could deny cake?” the Queen said, grinning.
Clementine and Olivia gave loud gulps of worry as the Queen just stared at her rock, intent on seeing him eat the cake she gave him.
“Huh? Why isn’t he eating it?” the Queen said, a drop or two of worry in her voice.
The rock just sat there, completely lifeless, his cornflower bib just swaying a small centimeter in the light zephyrs entering the Tearoom.
The queen’s expression of pure worry turned to one of angry. She got up from her chair, her face as red as a red poppy flower.
“YOU DO NOT LIKE THE CAKE?!” she loudly bellowed, all eyes in the Tearoom turning to her for what seemed like the millionth time that breakfast.
“Fine then! I will make you eat the cake, little rock! Such fine food shall not go to waste! It must be eaten by somefairy!” the Queen said loudly.
“I could eat it,” whimpered Slate from underneath the table.
“Stop it, Slate!” yelled the Queen.
The Queen, like a ninja, switched sides of the table she was on till’ she was facing the little rock, looking in it eye to… rock?
The Queen grabbed the cake, and began shoving it into the rock’s face. (Do rocks have faces?)
“JUST EAT THE CAKE, FOR THE SAKE OF THE QUEEN! Oh wait, I am the Queen! Hehehe!”
Now, Clementine and Olivia were very aware that they had to do something to stop the Queen from shoving anymore cake onto that rock.
“Oh, your highness! Perhaps he just has lots of energy in him all ready and he wants to use it on playing… sports! And the cake will give him too much energy if he were to eat it? See?” Clementine said.
The Queen stopped shoving cake onto the rock for a few seconds and processed Clementine’s suggestion.
“GENIUS!” she bellowed, rubbing her cake drowned hands on slate’s shirt, which he had just freed himself from the table.
“We shall go play Fairyball!” the Queen said, sitting the rock atop her head and dragging the two poor guarding-talents by their arms out the doors.
Slate had climbed under another table.
At the Fairy Sport Arena
Despite her long pixie dust gown, Queen Clarion had made it to the Fairy Sport Arena (While dragging two fairies and carrying a rock) in a short amount of time.
“Now, we shall prepare my little rock for an intense game of Fairyball!” she loudly announced.
Clementine, Olivia, Queen Clarion, and the rock were all in a massive meadow, filled with nothing but reasonably short grass.
A large chunk of the grass had been cut out, leaving behind a large circle of the field bare with no grass, letting you see the light brown soil beneath.
On the opposite side of the field the fairies were playing in was a little bakery, but that part’ll come in later.
Fairyball was simple: There were two teams, each team consisting of six fairies. The fairies all tossed a ball back and forth, trying to prevent it from touching the ground.
Anyfairy who lets the ball drop on the ground lets the other team get a point. First team to three points wins.
“ALRIGHT, ROCK! Time to sport up!” the Queen said.
She wrapped a little leaf band painted bright orange around the top of the rock.
“You’re on the orange team! I’m on the blue team!” she squealed in delight, wrapping a leafband of her own around her forehead painted a dark blueberry blue.
“Olivia, you’ll play with me on the blue team, and Clementine, you’ll play with my rock on the orange team!” the Queen announced.
“Why do I have to play with the rock? Is it because a Clementine is orange?” Clementine huffed, putting her orange leafband on.
“Oh hush now, besides, look! Those fairies playing Fairyball right now are almost done with their game!” the Queen squealed in delight.
And she was right.
An orange team member threw a purple ball at a blue team member, who cowered in fear and let the ball bounce on the ground.
“WE WIN!” shouted a fairy on the orange team, celebrating. The blue team members all shook their heads in dismay at their fearful member.
“HEYYYYY!” shouted the Queen from a distance away.
All the fairies snapped their heads around to look at the strange group of fairies. A fairy dressed in a floor length pixie dust gown with humongous pixie dust butterfly wings, two embarrassed guarding-talents, and a little rock who for some reason has an orange leafband on it.
“Yessss?” said a fairy named Hay who was on the orange team.
“Not you, Hay! We wanna play!” the Queen said.
“You wanna play a game of fairyball? All right! Who's on which team and who's competing?” a fairy from the orange team said, flying over to them.
“Me and her are on the blue team,” said the Queen, placing her arm over Olivia’s shoulder, pulling her closer. “And my little rock and Clementine are on the orange team! So, we’re all playing.” said the Queen, pointing to Clementine standing beside the rock.
“All right then! Now--Wait, is that a rock?” the fairy from the orange team said, pointing at the dusty rock on the ground.
“Yes. He’s a rock.”
“But… is it competing?”
“HE!”
“Okay, okay, he… Is he competing?”
“Yes. He’s on the orange team. Something bugging you?”
“Well, we’ve just never had a rock play Fairyball before…”
“There’s a first flight for every place! Now, LET’S START! OH YEAHHHH!” cheered the Queen, flying over to the other competitors as the orange team fairy groaned.
Four fairies had to sit out, two from each team to allow the newcomers spots to play. The fairy from the orange fairy who had to sit out to let the rock play was especially grumpy, but she finally sat out in the end.
The six fairies on the blue team and orange teams got in their positions, ready to start playing.
“Everyfairy ready?” announced an orange team member. Everyfairy gave a nod except Queen Clarion, who shook her head no violently.
“What is it?’’ asked the orange team fairy.
“Hold up!” said the Queen, grabbing a bottle of bright red Fairyade from the depths of a pocket in her dress. She quickly wolfed down half of the leaf jug and flung it back into her pocket. “YOUR QUEEN IS READY!” she bellowed.
“All right, now we start!” the orange team fairy said.
“One…” she started slowly. “Two…”
“HYAHHHHHH!” screamed the Queen as she threw the ball at an orange team member, ready to start playing.
The orange team member caught the ball and tossed it back at the Blue Team, straight for Olivia.
“DON’T LET IT HIT ME!” yelled Olivia, covering her face in her hands as the ball tumbled through the air at her.
Out of nowhere, Queen Clarion threw herself in front of Olivia and whacked the ball, sending it flying back to the orange team.
“Catch it, rock!” the Queen cheered as the ball tumbled through the air, right at the rock.
Clementine’s eyes widened once she saw the ball falling over to the rock. She leapt in front of the tiny rock the Queen was cheering for and hit the ball with the edge of her wing, sending it flying back to the blue team.
“Hey! Don’t steal the spotlight from my little rock!” the Queen snapped.
“Yessss?” said Hay.
“Ugh, not you!” the Queen said, groaning a bit.
The game continued on for awhile, the leaf ball being tossed constantly back and forth.
At one point, the blue team was with two points, and the orange team with one. However, it was awhile before it had been the rock’s turn to throw the ball, and stuff would probably get really intense if that were to happen again.
“ALLL RIGHTTT OLIVIA! WE’RE WINNING!” shouted Queen Clarion as Olivia whacked the ball, sending it back to the orange team’s side again.
“Igotit!” Clementine yelled, hitting the ball back to the blue team’s side.
Queen clarion came by and hit the ball again, sending it to a certain player on the orange team.
It was headed for the rock.
“Somefairy get the ball!” shouted Clementine, who was too far away from the ball in order to catch it. In fact, nearly all orange team members were too far away to catch the ball!
“YOU CAN DO IT, ROCKKKK!” cheered the Queen, wildly flailing her arms around in elated excitement.
All the orange team members sighed as the leaf ball landed on the ground, letting a small cloud of dust to blow up from it.
“Awwww, poor little rock! Perhaps he’s just tired?” said the Queen with pity in her voice.
“OH COME ON! HE’S BEEN DOING NOTHING THE ENTIRE GAME!” shouted an orange team member.
The Queen drew in a large gasp.
“I am the Queen! Stop insulting my pet rock or nofairy will ever know which way down the river your house went!” the Queen said, infuriated.
An orange team member sighed as he flew over to the ball and picked it up, throwing it back at the blue team. Well, he thought he picked up the ball, but it turns out he had mistaken the rock for the ball, and threw the rock instead!
“ALL RIGHT! I’LL START--whaaaa?” the Queen said, glancing down at the rock that had landed in her arms.
Everyfairy in the arena gasped to realize that it was the rock, not the ball, that had been thrown to the Queen.
It took a few moments of processing for the Queen to figure out what had just happened, but when it clicked, her face turned a bright red.
“You threw my rock!” she shouted.
“HE’S JUST A ROCK!” shouted the sparrowman in return.
“He’s not just a rock! He has magic! Watch!” the Queen said.
The Queen reached her arm back with the rock in it, and with one single swoop, she chucked the rock all the way across the field, straight at the bakery that was on the opposite side of the field.
“He has the magical ability to smash windows!” said the Queen as the rock flew straight through one of the bakery’s windows, landing in a cooking-talents mixing bowl inside.
“Whaaaa…” said Dulcie, confused about the sudden rock that had plopped it’s way into her mix, even more confused about the little leafband that was painted a bright pumpkin orange adorning it.
“SORRY! I WAS JUST SHOWING THESE FAIRIES HOW MY ROCK HAS THE MAGICAL ABILITY TO SMASH WINDOWS!” shouted the Queen loudly so Dulcie could hear.
Although Dulcie was incredibly confused, she sighed and threw the rock back out the hole where a window had once been, back out the field. ''For the queen's sake...'' she mumbled.
The rock landed with a slight thunk on the ground in the dirt beside Queen Clarion.
Once the Queen had picked up the rock and gave it a few pats, she turned her head to the sparrowman again.
“You!” she said, angrily, her face turning a bright red once more.
The sparrowman immediately shrank back in fear of the Queen.
“WE DO NOT THROW TEAM MEMBERS AT EACH OTHER!” the Queen loudly bellowed. “Come, Clementine and Olivia, let us depart this irrational game! Such disrespect is directed at my poor rock here! We are unwelcome! Let us be off!” the Queen said, scoffing as she flew away, ripping her leafband off her head and throwing it on the ground.
Clementine and Olivia sighed, and they too discarded their leafbands on the ground as they followed the Queen.
“She’s crazy,” said the sparrowman.
“I HEARD THAT! I’ll make sure to send your home down the Havendish!”
In the Queen’s Bathroom
The Queen decided to clean up her little rock back at the Home Tree in her bathroom, and she wanted Clementine and Olivia’s help.
The fairies had unfortunately missed lunch while they were playing Fairyball, but it was probably for the best, considering what had happened during breakfast that one uneventful day.
The Queen scrubbed away all the dust and grime that had collected on the rock’s rough gray surface as Clementine and Olivia brought her soaps of all different types.
“Blueberry? Nope, will not do! Raspberry? Ugh, I use that only for my pet Book 127, strawberry? YES PLEASE!” the Queen mumbled to herself as she snatched up a leaf bottle of strawberry soap and drowned her rock in it.
“Your highness?” said Olivia as the Queen scrubbed away furiously.
“Yehms?” said the Queen as she held the strawberry leaf bottle in her mouth, which was now almost entirely empty.
“I’ve wanted to say this all day….” Olivia started.
“Go on with it.” said the Queen, removing the soap bottle from her mouth and throwing it into her tub on the opposite corner of the room.
“YOU’RE CRAZY! A rock? Really? Why a rock out of a pot to have as a pet? Why a rock? You made me and Clementine eat breakfast with a rock, play a game with a rock, and clean a rock too!?” said Olivia.
Olivia was expecting Queen Clarion to be angry, but instead the Queen just smiled.
“Oh, you two fairies are so silly. Did you really think I would choose a rock to be my pet? A rock?! Of course not! I was just messing with you the entire time!” the Queen said, laughing.
A look of relief crossed Clementine and Olivia’s faces.
“Oh my, you got me good, your highness!” said Clementine, laughing a bit.
“Indeed I did. This rock isn’t going to be my future pet,” the Queen started.
“So if he’s not going to be your pet, then what is he going to be?” Clementine asked.
The queen sighed and turned around to face the two puzzled guarding-talents.
“He’s going to be the future king.”
And the next day an article was published in the Pixie Postings about a sparrowman’s home disappearing in the stream.
THE END
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