The Coming of the Fairies
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It is the summer of 1941, and fifteen-year-old Morgan Reilly has just moved to Newfoundland from New York to be with her father, an officer in the US Army stationed in St. John’s. Morgan adores fairies and has a collection of Victorian children’s books, so when she meets John O’Brien, nephew of her new landlords, she is intrigued by his story of being taken by the Good People when he was a child.
As the war escalates, Morgan and John are sent to the small community of Ferryland to stay with John's grandparents. It was there that John says the Good People kidnapped him, and soon after they arrive, he becomes withdrawn and strange. Morgan is more concerned with her own problems to worry too much about John--her father may soon be called into active duty if the US enters the war, and her brother has run away to England and joined the Royal Air Force.
Then Morgan has a fairy encounter of her own and it is up to John to find and rescue her. The Good People of Newfoundland are not the pretty winged beings of Victorian picture books, and Morgan is in real danger.
The Coming of the Fairies is a short YA/middle grade urban fantasy historical novel.
Niko Silvester
Niko loves books. She loves to read them, to write them, to have them and to make them for other people. Much of her non-writing art ends up in book form, though some of it is in allied media like letterpress printing, relief printmaking, lithography, intaglio printmaking and photography. Oh, and she also writes and draws comics.
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The Coming of the Fairies - Niko Silvester
The Coming of the Fairies
by Niko Silvester
Published by White Raven Press
Copyright 2011 Niko Silvester
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For Mr McKenna, Grade 10 English teacher, who said, I think you should continue with writing.
And for SEH, who suggested I try something historical.
Chapter 1
Nobody paid any heed to Morgan or the voices she heard.
Look at stupid John O’Brien,
said one. It was the voice of a bully, young and male, with a scant Newfoundland accent.
What’ve ya got there, simple John?
This voice was similar to the first, except the boy’s voice was higher, and whiny.
Morgan looked up and down Water Street, St John’s. People hurried along the road and in and out of shops in the midst of wartime bustle. It was, July 8 1941, Morgan’s first day in Newfoundland. She had just arrived by boat from the mainland, having come to live with her father, an American Army officer who was stationed at a US military base in town.
Come on Johnny O, show us what ya got.
This was another voice, accented like the others, but much closer to the deeper tones it would have when its owner was a man.
Fairies take your voice?
said the first boy.
Morgan took a hesitant step down the passage between brick-and-stone buildings. The voices and words that issued from the alley sounded like taunting, which meant there was someone to be taunted. Her older brother Donal would have told her to mind her own business, and then would’ve gone to investigate the possible injustice himself. But Donal had run off to England to join the Royal Air Force to help stop Hitler and his Nazis overrunning the world, so Morgan had to think and act for herself.
Come on John, bye. Let’s see what you’ve got. Or have the Good People taken the rest of your wits?
The answer, slow in coming, was softly spoken, as by someone not used to being heard. Or by someone who generally tried not to be heard. The voice was thick with an accent that could have come straight from Ireland. A country boy, Morgan thought.
I’m just takin’ a few snaps, is all,
said the voice. No harm done.
Morgan approached the end of the passage and peered around the corner. There was a narrow space between the buildings fronting Water Street and those that faced the harbour. Room for storing odd bits of wood, a pile of leftover brick, and a few crates containing less identifiable objects.
Takin’ photographs in a wet hole like this?
said the largest of the three bullies. He couldn’t have been much older than the others, nor much older than Morgan, but his developing muscles matched his deepening voice.
He has got no wits left,
said the boy with the whiny voice, elbowing the larger boy.
Seen any fairies lately?
asked the third of the three bullies, the boy Morgan had heard speak first.
Aye, were ya takin’ snaps of the Good People?
asked Deep Voice.
The three boys had their backs to Morgan, and were arrayed in such a way that Morgan couldn’t see the object of their scorn. But then Deep Voice shifted in place, and there was John O’Brien, Morgan assumed, backed up against the far wall. He was considerably smaller than the other boys, almost as short as Morgan, and he clutched a boxy brown object to his chest.
He had dark hair so in need of trimming that it obscured his eyes, especially with his shoulders hunched and his head ducked as it was. He glanced up and saw Morgan watching, and flashed her a crooked grin that was completely at odds to his subservient posture. Morgan caught a glimpse of one of his smoke grey eyes before the boy ducked his head again.
No harm,
repeated John, as if he were as witless as the other boys accused him of being. I’ll be on me way now.
He made as if to walk between the other boys, but the middle of the three, Whiny Voice, put out a hand to stop him.
Deep Voice said, I wants to see what you’ve got,
and snatched the box-shaped object from John O’Brien. Morgan could see now that the object was a Brownie box camera. It was not an expensive item, but from the way John watched the other boy handle it, it was obviously something treasured. The big boy turned it over in his hands to look at it from all sides.
It’s a camera,
said John, as if he were reporting a great discovery that he wanted to please everyone. Morgan thought for a moment that he was a simple as the other boys said, but then she pictured the mischievous grin he’d given her, and looked more closely at the worry on his face. Perhaps the idiocy was an act, a way of getting the other boys to leave him alone. If that was the case, she thought, it didn’t work very well.
She didn’t like to see anyone bullied. Wait and see what’s what,
Donal would have said. She waited to see what would happen.
I knows what it is, gommil,
said Deep Voice. Morgan didn’t know what a gommil was, but she’d be willing to guess it meant something like moron
or idiot.
Deep Voice had found the latches that opened the camera for loading film. He was partly turned towards her, so Morgan could only see a little of the side of his face, but it looked like he was smiling a broad, wicked grin. John looked worried.
Don’t open that,
John said.
Deep Voice undid the latches and the other two bullies laughed.
Open it!
urged Whiny Voice. He stretched out the word open
so long that Morgan cringed.
Do you think I should?
asked Deep Voice, feigning uncertainty. It might upset poor addled John, here.
He cocked his head towards John, pretending to consider what he should do. Then, with a sudden movement, he opened the camera and pulled out the spool of film inside. The silvery celluloid ribbon uncoiled to the packed dirt at the boy’s feet.
You—
John choked off whatever name he’d been about to call Deep Voice. Instead he launched himself at the other boy in a frenzy of kicking feet and jabbing fists.
Deep Voice stepped back in surprise and dropped the camera when he flung up his hands to defend himself. The smaller boy had the advantage of speed and anger, but Morgan thought both advantages would wear off quickly.
She sighed. She’d have to do something now. She smoothed down the front of her bottle green linen skirt and adjusted the matching hat on her curly red hair. The other two boys had joined the assault on John, who was beginning to lose his momentum. He was still fighting, but he was also starting to reel from the fists of the bullies.
Morgan took a firm grip on her bottle green handbag—an accessory her mother had always insisted she never be without, though Morgan would as soon have left it behind—and stepped out of the shelter of the wall. None of the boys noticed her, making her surprise attack all the more effective. They noticed her soon enough, when the sharp corner of her handbag caught one boy on the cheek, and the thick heel of her shoe crushed down on another boy’s foot.
Some boys would never have thought of hitting a girl. If that had been the case here, Morgan would have been able to wade into the fray and extract the picked-upon boy, John, and leave, all without hardly mussing her clothes. But that didn’t happen. Morgan soon found herself hatless and bruised, yelling like a banshee and laying about herself with her handbag in one hand and a hatpin in the other.
It didn’t do much good in the end. She got in her share of licks, as did John, but they were small, and it was three against two.
It was with relief, then, that Morgan heard an adult bellow from the end of the passage, and watched the three bullies limp away. She leaned against the wall rubbing a sore elbow and looking about for her hat. Everything hurt. There was just time for John to hand her her hat and snatch up his abused camera before they were both caught by the collar and hauled around to face their rescuer.
Dad!
shrieked Morgan. The tall man in the US Army officer’s uniform let go of her and she flung herself against him. It wasn’t the best way to meet after not seeing him for months, but she didn’t care.
What were you up to, Miss Reilly?
asked her father sternly.
Before she could answer, John spoke up. Some boys from school were after cornering me, Captain Reilly, and—
I didn’t ask you, John O’Brien,
said Morgan’s father. He gave John a shake, then let him go. Morgan was only a little surprised to find her father knew the boy. She should have recognized the name. John looked mournfully at his camera. The door that opened for loading and unloading film had broken right off when Deep Voice dropped it.
It’s all right, Dad,
Morgan said. Some other boys were picking on him, and I tried to help.
It’s not all right,
said Captain Reilly, trying to brush dirt from his daughter’s jacket. You’re a mess. Is this how you want to look when you meet Seumas and Kate O’Brien? They’re expecting a proper young lady, not a brawling street waif.
Morgan snuck a glance at John, while her father continued on about how she should have waited for him at the wharf, and what were their hosts going to think of her now.
John was smoothing the ruined film between his fingers. Morgan could see a muddy footprint on it. John glanced up at the building next to them. There was a rickety fire escape attached to the wall, and on the fire escape, almost hidden in one corner against the uneven stone of the wall, was a nest of sticks. Whatever might have been sitting on the nest had long since flown away, probably when the loud-voiced bullies first cornered John. That must be what he