Internal conflict blog fest

I totally forgot that I had signed up for Alli's Internal conflict blogfest and it was starting today! Sorry dears!! I think this may be a little of an internal conflict, though, the more experienced writers-please correct me if I'm wrong...
It is most definately unedited and there are a TON of things that need changing and polishing..but here is a lil snippet from my wip... I'm so nervous to share but this is what happens when one forgets her obligations :) this is the "pg13" part of the story, the rest is xxx :)


I walked into my kitchen the next morning sleepy and disoriented. Starting some coffee I sat at my small kitchen table looking around. Something seemed off. Then I spotted it. The little purple fairy. Stunned I froze my gaze on it. It stared back. For a long moment no one moved or spoke. I tried to wrap my mind around this little being standing in my kitchen. After an even longer moment of silence the little creature spoke.” Aislinn, my name is ---, and I have been sent to show you your powers. You are a powerful---- and you need to come home to defeat---“ it’s voice was soft and melancholy.




“Ok, back up a minute” I exclaimed. “ I’m what and I need to defeat who and how?” I was floored. This was the second time it told me I had powers or some nonsense like that. Maybe I am still dreaming I thought. Pinching my cheeks just to make sure. “Well, I’m awake” I whispered rubbing my sore flesh. “ok little friend, if that’s what you are, Let’s go over this again”. I am a ----. Ok. I have always been a practicing witch, a hedgewitch in fact, but I never knew I actually had some sort of calling or reason for it. “So whats the story”? I inquired. “I mean, how can you prove to me that what you are telling me is true?” The little fairy smiled in that most stunning way. She replied with telling me all about---- and how----has stolen the -----and he is using it against the land. “ok, this sounds like a lot of fun and all, but I’m not who you need. I have a life here and I am by no means powerful enough to take over this guy”.


The fairy closed her eyes and seemed to conjure a vision right there, in the middle of my kitchen. It was a projection of what looked like some enchanting meadow. Lovely, colorful butterflies fluttering about, light green grasses shifting in the wind. It all looked and almost felt peaceful. Small animals scurried by, scampering and scuttling to their own pace. I was lost in the magic of it all. All of a sudden the tranquility was shattered. A black cloud of evil surrounded the meadow. Thunder boomed and the creatures scattered. They sky turned gray and the grass instantly wilted then brittled. The cloud seemed to leave a path of destruction in its wake. It destroyed the beauty and life of the wondrous place within seconds. As the vision faded, the little fairies eyes filled with tears and she bowed her head. I took a breath and sat stunned.


For a few minutes I contemplated this new information. Letting it fill my head and heart. I could really be a priestess so powerful to stop something like what I just saw and not know it? As if she read my thoughts, the fairy came over and grabbed my hand. Her pleading eyes fixed on me she whispered that I had been born in to the most powerful family of high priestesses and shamans. The lines run deep. Your family is nobility among Ireland’s magical society. “Why hadn’t I known about this?” I begged. “your parents tried to keep this secret from you to keep harm away. They tried to protect you from any danger that could befall you. They wanted you to have a normal life. “


“They had many enemies and just as many friends and allies. They were a beloved part of the community and didn’t want harm to come your way.”


“You said that already” I replied. She bowed her head and folded her tiny arms against her brilliant purple gown. “What harm do you keep talking about?” “Does it have anything to do with what you just showed me? With my parent’s death?” The creature’s eyes glistened up at me. The sorrow in them was heartbreaking. She didn’t have to answer, I knew. My parents had been murdered and it had something to do with magic. Something that was now carried on to me. My heart dropped.