Star Light, Faerie Light: Star Light, Faerie Light, #1

By Lisa B. Diamond

The star unclenched his hand and threw flower petals at her. "I was perfectly happy in the sky! I had finally reached the point where I broke the cocoon and I was fighting other stars to gain mass! But, you, you had to knock me down!"

"I didn't knock you down! If you really are a star..." she began.

He glared at her.

"To knock down a star, you have to send a faerie wish, wrapped in a faerie kiss,"

Felicity paused for a moment. "In order to actually reach a star in the sky, the faerie wish must be sent by someone's lifeforce, their life essence..."

"You didn't send for me?" demanded the star.

"Do I look like I'm dying or dead?" she countered in an irritated tone.

"No," grumbled the star. "Then who did send for me?"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lisa B. Diamond
• Release date: Jun 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223358114

Book preview

1 – In the Beginning, Down Comes a Star

Many, many moons ago , faeries lived in harmony with other magical creatures. The world was green and lush, like the colors outside after a rainfall. Tall leafy trees with dark brown branches towered over the bright green grasses. Water trickled through streams, stretching out and joining rivers, before cleanly merging into oceans. Thus the magical creatures thrived in such a world.

The wood nymphs lived throughout the forest and the water sprites stayed near the streams and rivers. The pixies loved the gardens in the south, along with the elves and the fauns. The leprechauns eventually moved down south as well, trying to get away from the dwarves who lived in the west, as the dwarves kept trying to steal the leprechauns' gold.

In the north, near the lovely Galena Mountains, lived the dragons, the lynx, the wolves, the bears, the bugbears, and the centaurs. The centaurs chose the north, as it was as far away from the fauns as possible. Centaurs didn't like fauns, they thought them silly creatures, and the centaurs were too proud to be silly. The fauns, themselves, enjoyed being silly, and liked to visit with the elves, who could also be silly when they chose.

The humans lived in the center. Some say that was because the humans thought everything else centered around them; while the more practical point was that was where the castle was. No one was quite sure who built the castle, but everyone knew it wasn't the humans, as the castle had extra features the humans didn't know how to build. But that's for another time.

On the other hand, the halflings lived somewhere between the center and the south, as they liked the company of humans and elves, and they never cared for being the center of attention anyway. If you have never met a halfling, well, they are delightful little creatures, about halfway between an elf and a human, only rather stouter.

But, this wasn't their story, nor was it the humans' story, although they were involved, because, somehow, they always are. This story focuses on the east, where the faeries lived.

The unicorns lived in the east as well, but only because the humans and the dwarves kept trying to catch them if they came too close. They also wanted to stay away from the centaurs - for the centaurs were too disdainful of any animal who would allow themselves to be ridden. The unicorns refused to live in the south, as the pixies kept messing up their manes for fun. Plus, the unicorns liked the faeries.

Of the faeries, there were many different kinds of faeries, too numerous to list. This story is about one faerie in particular, a fire faerie. Her name was Felicity.

Felicity had bright red hair and sparkling hazel eyes. She was a true fire faerie, with fire sparking from her fingertips and her hair. Her wings looked delicate and lacy, but in truth, they were made of a thick rubbery, fireproof material.

Felicity liked to dress in soft flowing yellow, the color of candlelight. She also liked to float a few inches from the ground to appear as if she was walking, instead of flying, because occasionally she would be mistaken for an elf. Whereupon she would laugh heartily, shoot little sparks from her hair, and perform somersaults in the air until she was dizzy.

One sunny morning, Felicity was mistaken for an elf by a poor, unsuspecting halfling. The halfling was grumbling about changeling faeries, while Felicity was laughing merrily.

Whoosh! Went something past Felicity and the halfling, quicker than their eyes could follow. The scared little man ran off hysterically.

Felicity flew off to investigate. She found a tall, human-looking being, standing in what had been a lovely field. Now the field was burned and charred.

She tilted her head and said to him, What a mess! You really should clean this up.

He looked over at her in blank disbelief. He wore silver armor which fit him like a second skin, and his hair was iridescent. He looked disgruntled. He brushed himself off, peered at the sky, and then surveyed the land around him.

What did you do that for?! he said accusingly.

Felicity narrowed her eyes and little sparks began to shoot from her hair and her fingertips. A surefire warning to anyone who knew her well. Do what? I didn't do anything! she said angrily.

The star unclenched his hand and threw flower petals at her. I was perfectly happy in the sky! I had finally reached the point where I broke the cocoon and I was fighting other stars to gain mass! But, you, you had to knock me down!

I didn't knock you down! If you really are a star... she began.

He glared at her.

To knock down a star, you have to send a faerie wish, wrapped in a faerie kiss, Felicity paused for a moment. In order to actually reach a star in the sky, the faerie wish must be sent by someone's lifeforce, their life essence...

You didn't send for me? demanded the star.

Do I look like I'm dying or dead? she countered in an irritated tone.

No, grumbled the star. Then who did send for me?

Felicity began gathering up the petals that the star had thrown at her. Do you have a name?

Siegfried. I'm from the Orion Nebula, said the star.

I'm Felicity. I'm a fire faerie, she replied.

Ah, that makes sense, Siegfried