Titan's Spell

Chapter Two - The Satyr and the Pixie

The room had a rustic feel, the walls had log wallpaper and the floor was made of hard wood. With a finish on top so you couldn't get hurt if you where to walk across it.

In the room there was a bed, a dresser a closet, a desk, with a lamp perched on top of it, an end table on both sides of the bed and two book shelves on either side of the room. The bed had a head board on it with engravings, swirls twirling all on the surface.

In the bed under the covers was Satyr, a young one. He was passed out. His hair was a caramel brown and a very, very messy. His body was sprolled out on every corner of his mattress, it's spread sheet resembled leaves and the pillows bushes.

Everything was an angelic quiet before the door slammed open. The person who slammed the door open was a small little fairy with dark purple flowing hair in a neat bun and a dark blue dress with a lining that resembled a maple leaf. The pattern cut off at the end in smooth yet sharp edges.

The Satyr boy's ear twitched he poked his head up behind the blanket that was covering everything below his eyes. The sun poked behind the blinds and hit his face.

He squinted his eyes and then throw a small pillow at the fairy who flapped her wings closer to him, pieces of glitter fell off her wings but never seemed to disappear till she stopped moving.

The boy pulled the covers over his head. He turned on his side and pretended to sleep. The fairy quickly grabbed something off of the floor. She hit him with what seemed to be a toy doll.

"Wake up!! Now"

The fairy yelled at him repeatedly, Satyr boy slapped the fairy with a pillow hard enough to have her fly against the wall. She got up and slapped him across the face then pulled out of the bed by his legs. The Satyr boy woke up and kicked her in the stomach not to hard.

"Come on! Your Mom wants you to go get grocer-"

The fairy scanned him then jumped back. He was head-to-toe naked. She threw his blanket on him then ran out the room and slammed the door shut.

The satyr boy open the door slowly and checked to see if she was out there. He noticed her sitting on the side of the door way. She was sleeping. Snoring rather loud. She had a blanket draped over her, his mother might have put it there.

"Hey Lucy"

He pushed her shoulder, she rocked a little then woke up.

"Don't call me that, or I'll call you Finegan"

She grumbled, they both got up. The satyr was wearing a forest green sweatshirt with ripped off sleeves. It paired perfectly with his messy hair and ear piercing.

"Finlay Arietes get here now!"

His mother yelled from downstairs, noises could be heard. Pots and pans and what seemed to be Cinnamon Apple Pie . The two both ran downstairs to find his mother spraying a can. The words could be read as "fresh pie dinner". The two kids began to look disappointed.

"Finlay I want you to get the groceries from the market down the way. I won't ask again. Lucinda feel free to make sure he does what he's told"

Lucy and Finlay begin heading off on their journey.