​The World of Whispers

There he was - sitting under the red irises in his favorite part of the garden watching the snail races when it occurred.  Little Boots was cheering on his favorite runner as Swifty had been his friend for a long time.  Swifty was known to be fast (for a snail) which was why he was the snail-mail delivery snail for the village.​

​At first Little Boots didn't know what had happened.  It started with a tingling in his wings and then moved to his legs and then, in a flash of light, he just poofed!  The next thing Little Boots knew was he was in a white glittery space.

“Where am I?”  He thought to himself.  “Everything is white and shimmers like my friend Jack Frost just painted this world.”  As he slowly turned around, he could see that he wasn’t alone for there were other creatures running around acting just as scared as he felt.  The more he thought about it, the less scared he was.  Instead, as he mulled it over in his mind, the madder he got until he was furious!  “What is happening to me?  I don't feel like I had crossed over to the land of my ancestors," Little Boots shouted while stomping his feet.  "Otherwise, I would be in a lush playground of trees and flowers,” as that is where he had been told by others about the Other Place.  Plus, he knew he shouldn't have this huge fire of anger in his belly either for the Other Place was a land of peace and tranquility.

Taking a deep breathe like Swifty showed him, Little Boots slowly calmed down.  “I have to know what is going on,” Little Boots thought to himself as he started walking towards a Pkysee that he saw off to his left sitting on the ground and shivering.  He was familiar with Pkysees as they were like the “other” part of the family tree that most don’t want to talk about.  Pkysees liked to play pranks and trick others but this Pkysee looked more scared.  Almost a whole shade lighter than their normal blueish look.  Also for some reason Pkysees rarely sat on the ground.  On a branch or floating in the air but almost never on the ground.  Again, Little Boots wondered where he was for it was then that he realized that there were no trees or bushes.  No shrubbery at all – just rocks and whiteness!​

​As he approached the Pkysee, the Pkysee looked up at him, which wasn’t very far as Little Boots wasn’t that much taller.  “Oh!  They got you too!” the Pkysee whispered.  “Oh no!  They will get us all!  There is no escape!” he said in a panic and jumped up and ran off with his blue arms waving in the wind.  

​“This certainly isn’t helping,” he thought as he now spied a Troll sitting on what looked like a big rock.  He couldn’t be sure it was a rock as it shimmered a glittery white like everything else in this strange place.  Slowly Little Boots approached the Troll as he didn’t know what the proper etiquette was in greeting one as large as him.  He knew that Trolls normally lived under bridges and in caves which made seeing one here more of a mystery.  “What would a Troll be doing here in this odd place?” Little Boots wondered.

​“Hello Mr. Troll.  Do you know where we are?” asked Little Boots.  Now the troll was a grumpy old sort even for a troll and he had been sitting so long in this spot that he thought he had turned into stone.  Something trolls will do as they get older.  So, he was a little surprised by this little faery that had dared to approach him.  “Now look at what you did!  I  felt that I was almost there.  Now you have interrupted me and I will have to start all over again turning to stone,” roared the Troll as he stood up.  “What did you say?” he growled as he turned his head and looked down at Little Boots.  Little Boots figured that since he wasn’t grabbed and eaten at first sight, it might be safe to ask his question again because he really wanted to know the answer.  “I asked, Mr. Troll, if you know where we are as I would like to go home?”  

​The Troll stared at the little faery for a moment, sat back down, and replied, “We are here,” and went back to his silent task of turning into stone.  By now, Little Boots was getting more frustrated, but not being any less cautious.  He stayed out of the reach of the troll’s arms and with a brave shout back at the troll “But where is here!”  It soon became evident that he wasn’t going to get any more information from this troll.  

​Little Boots decided to see if he could find anyone who knew where he was.  He started walking around but after what seemed a very long time, he still did not find anyone else in this strange white land that he recognized.  It was then that he realized something was wrong.  After all of this time, he still wasn’t hungry.  Now that was strange!  Even for being so small, Little Boots could eat his weight in snacks just to keep up his boundless energy.  He was often hungry which is why he always carried with him Tinselly Zooty sticks.  Searching his pockets, he found one and started to put it into his mouth but changed his mind and returned it to his pocket.  “It looks like my last one so I better hold off on eating it until I get really hungry,” he decided.  Even thinking about their delicious honey and cinnamon flavor was normally enough to start his mouth watering but not this time.  “Very strange indeed!” he muttered to himself as he continued walking and thinking.  But thinking about his favorite treat started him worrying about getting home.  “Will Swifty miss seeing me at the finish line?” He pondered.  “Will he even think to notice I am gone?”  

​Soon, Little Boots came to a spot where several other beings were gathered.  There were Fauns, Trolls, Pyksees, Gooblins, Outies, and many more that he had never seen before.  While Little Boots was still caught up in a dash of Fae homesickness he was feeling a touch better that he was not the only one here.  Wherever that was...  Then a faint green light started to shimmer behind where a Faun stood.  This green light was the only color (other than the glittery white) in this strange sterile world, so as it started to grow and glimmer, it caught many of the other creature’s attention who were standing near.

​“It’s happening again!  Run!” one of them shouted which caused several of the creatures to panic.  Those closest to the growing green light tried to run away, with several of them just tripping over each other and falling down.  Others just started running in any direction – as long as it was away from the green light.  But even as they ran and shouted for help, the light grew and grew as it became thicker and more solid.  Then the green cloud slowly advanced on the one that it had picked.  No matter how much twisting and turning the victim did as it ran, the light continued to follow.  Just when Little Boots thought the light could grow no brighter or bigger—the green light shimmered over the one it had selected and Poof!  They were both gone.  

​That, of course, started a round of chaos in the group of survivors.  Some of them kept running and were slowly disappearing from sight as they ran into the whiteness.  While others had now stopped and just sat down and cried.  A large troll who appeared to be new to this strange place started grabbing others while demanding to know what had just happened.  “What just ate him?” it yelled.  Little Boots was also trying to overhear some of the answers to see if he could discover anything about this place.  But most of the survivors were quietly whispering to each other so as not to maybe attract the attention of the green menace.  Many were lamenting that it was only a matter of time before everyone would be eaten.  While others wondered if they were being captured and dragged off to be slaves.  All that Little Boots knew for certain as he tried to figure out what was happening was to “Avoid the Green Light in this World of Whispers!”

​Meanwhile in the Realm of Wymsy, Allspice (the SPICE leader) was introducing his new recruit, Nutmegg, to the wonders of making Ambrosia for the Dragons.  “You have to let the ambrosia boil slowly and make sure it is surrounded by loving positive energy,” Allspice explained to Nutmegg.  “That is why we needed one such as you to watch over our magical brew,” he continued.  “For if it doesn’t have the proper length of time to reach perfection or the right positive thoughts to it, then the shade of green isn’t the right color and it’s magical effects will be limited.”  Nutmegg nodded his head in understanding.  “That is why I brought my knitting along.  It will help with the positive energy as it keeps me filled with good thoughts since I love to knit as I watch over the ambrosia,” Nutmegg replied.  “Wonderful!” exclaimed Allspice.  “Then let me show you where you will be sleeping so you can get settled in so we can start cooking.”

Nutmegg & Allspice by MisPlace Dolls