A Collection of Fantasy and Science Fiction Short Stories - Special ...

“Alright, good luck hunting.” Azro leaned back against a tree and continued to eat
his pie as Helisho left. He savored each bite and licked the flakey bits of crust from his
lips when he was done. Auntie was defiantly the best baker in the village.
He licked his fingers clean and tried to imagine how Helisho hunted. What would
he find? Would he cook it first? Probably not. Azro was honestly disgusted at the thought
of seeing Helisho tare into the flesh of some dead uncooked animal, but he still wished he
could have seen how it was done, no matter how it would have undoubtedly made his
stomach churn. He knew he couldn’t. Helisho had said to stay by the fire. The forest was
a dangerous place to wonder about in, and Azro didn’t want to have to be rescued by the
dragon a second time.
“But why did he say I would be safe if I stayed by the fire?” Azro asked aloud.
There was a soft giggle to his right and he looked down to see a purple pixie
dancing around in the leaves. “Obviously the silver fire is magical.”
Another giggle made Azro turn to his left.
“Obviously,” echoed a second pixie, its skin a pale lilac color.
Azro crossed his arms over his chest and glared at each of them in turn. “Well,
obviously it’s not obvious to me!”
The pixies twittered with laughter and began to dance together. Azro watched
them, captivated by their strange movements and the way the air surrounding them
seemed to shimmer. A twig snapped, the sound jarring Azro’s attention away from the
pair of dancing pixies to discover a third. This third pixie had lavender skin and it was
currently trying to steal Azro’s pack.
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