Chapter 370: Flight of the Phoenix

Chapter 370: Flight of the Phoenix

A fairy had been the first thing Id encountered when I arrived in this world. It was small and looked a bit like Tinkerbell, how youd expect a fairy to look. Until it opened its mouth and revealed its piranha teeth.

The women who arrived in the small village pretending to be priestesses of the One True God (but were in fact flunkies for Joshaya or so we were told) were also fairies. Bigger and more naked, but without the wings.

Now, apparently, Richina was yet another type of fairy. At this rate, Id be able to put together my own compendium of fairies from around the world.

I swung my sword and hit Laney on the arm with the flat side of the wooden blade. Get off her.

Initially, my swing was aimed at her butt, which was sticking up as she wrestled to keep Richina on the bed, but luckily I came to my senses. A sharp smack on the bum was likely to give her completely the wrong idea, and I would rather not have to deal with a Laney that was both bra-less and aroused.

As it was, the tap on her arm made her eyes flare with interest as she looked over her shoulder at me. I took an involuntary step back, ready to defend my manhood from attack.

We have to kill it, she said, as though the sooner we got rid of Richina, the sooner we could get down to other business.

We cant kill her, itll send her back to Arthur or Peter or Joshaya whoever the fuck shes working for. Have you not been paying attention?

She could be forgiven for losing track, it was hard to know whose side anyone was on not mine seemed to be the only consistent answer. But Richina, whatever variant of fairy she was, had already shown she couldnt be killed, at least not in the normal way. I had yet to try coming at her with a fly swatter.

We still need to Laney, like most people, insisted on her point being right despite the facts.

I gave Laney a sharp knock on the top of her red-crowned head to cut off her blabbing and of course regretted it when she gave me an intensely violent look that suggested she was about to let go of Richina and mount me instead. See? I could make mistakes. One day I hoped to not only acknowledge them, but also learn to stop repeating them.

Just get off her. You, too, I said to Biadet. She looked terrible, but she had still leapt into the fray when required. It was the sort of selfless act you could easily be fooled by. Not that it wasnt a sign of her good intentions, but that didnt mean she would do the same in other circumstances. If the fairy on the bed had been Peter, she might not have come to the rescue quite so readily.

Biadet gave me a doubtful look, and then lifted the pillow off Richinas face. She looked flushed and a bit dizzy. I didnt trust any of these women, all a bunch of freaks if you ask me. I prefer a woman to act demure and graceful, like wait, give me a moment, Ill think of someone.

Biadet backed away, wobbling like she might fall down.

Are you sure you dont want me to heal you? I asked her. She shook her head, and then put her hand against the cabin wall to steady herself.

Damicar, can you I only then saw where Damicar was. He was standing in front of Flossie and Dudley, arms spread out to protect them from any flying viscera, or maybe even from dynamite and laser beams. I didnt know what he thought he was doing, to be honest with you, and the wincing expression on his half-turned away face suggested he didnt either, but it was meant well.

Flossie was probably stronger than anyone here, and Dudley was no slouch, at least when it came to keeping his bird safe, but they both seemed okay with being shielded by the ships cook. I think they were impressed by his attitude, probably thinking about offering him a position in the grotto B&B business they were planning.

Again, dont be fooled. Just because he stepped up to the plate this time, didnt mean he could be counted on to do the same every time. Character is not as inflexible as movies would have you believe. Its not that hard to take off a white hat and try on a fedora. Evil is only a matter of mood and timing.

Damicar, do you think you could get us some food? I think this lot could use a bit of refuelling. Biadet at least might be able to stand up straight if she got some protein in her not a euphemism. Not that Id ever seen her eat anything. I assumed she didnt subsist on starlight and solar winds.

Damicar lowered his arms, looking a little embarrassed, and nodded. He quickly left, not really liking the feeling of being the momentary hero, which only made me like him more.

Flossie was grinning with her eyes glinting. Did yo hear him? He said Ahll protect you, and jumped in front of us.nove(l)bi(n.)com

Good man, said Dudley. Some people are easily impressed. And some people overlook true bravery. But not those two.

Richina had managed to stop gasping for air and slowly rose off the bed, hovering in the air. I took a step forward and cut off her wings.

Now, it might seem a little cruel to cut a fairys wings off judging by Richinas howl, she certainly thought so but in my defence, fuck her.

The wings came off in single slices, one on either side. The floated down onto the bed, curling up as the fell, still glowing with a faint light, beautiful in their diaphanous splendour.

You piece of shit! screamed Richina as she fell somewhat less gracefully. Ruined the moment completely.

Very good, said Laney through a vicious smirk, her eyes taking notes. The one thing she enjoyed more than a firm hand on the tiller was being taught a lesson in advanced malice.

Flossie gave me a shrug and a smile. I guess that was about as much as I could hope for.

People were happy enough to stuff their faces, throwing compliments at Damicar at every opportunity. He didnt seem to react to the praise, but if anyone asked him how something was made or what was in it, watch out. He would get all enthused and excited, rattling off recipes and detailed instructions. Maurice would have taken notes.

I finished first, never one to waste time enjoying the taste of things, and took a closer look at Richinas wings, unfurling them they were bigger than the cabin. She was bound to the bed and firmly gagged, as was her doll. Cant be too careful.

The wings felt alive and like they were ready to take off. There was still light coming off them, and the part where theyd been cut seemed like it could just be stuck back on.

Could they be attached to someone else? I could use a pair of wings to get me out and about. I tried putting them on my shoulders, to see if they suited me. Giant, luminescent butterfly wings, no reason I couldnt pull off that look.

Looks a bit gay, said Flossie, still shovelling food into her unrepentant gob.

Please keep your intolerant views to yourself. Some people are so narrow-minded.

Ah think it would look good on a gay guy, she insisted on adding, but yo dont really have the cheekbones to make it work.

What the fuck have my cheekbones got to do with it? It had been nice to see the old crew again, for about five minutes.

Sartorial advice apart, I didnt fancy stapling these things to my back. Plus it would be a bit tricky with me being untouchable.

What do you plan to do with them, said a voice in my head. They arent really stable in our hands. Wesley had been quiet since Id left her in my little-selfs care. People often get the idea I am weak and unable to hold on to what I want, and for understandable reasons, but theyre wrong. Im unable to hold onto things that I dont want, because who cares? And it just happens things I dont want covers pretty much everything, so Im always giving control away.

But my mind was still mine, and Id spent a lot of time in there, even before I came here. I was honest with myself in there, which made it hard for anyone to make me see things their way. Out here, I was cringe, but in there, I was king. Wesley never had a chance once I decided to deny her voting privileges.

Im going to make some modifications. Dont worry, you wont have to stay in there for much longer. Once we get back to Gorgoth, you can go back to where you came from.

It wasnt meant as a threat, just letting her know she was going to be released. Shed be as free as she was before she met me.

I went back up to the deck, the others waiting below. I had some stuff I needed to try, and theyd only get in the way. Which was what I told them, to their offended faces.

The only things I took with me were the wings, which hung from my hands like a cloak Liberace would turn down as too ostentatious. There still wasnt any wind, whether because that was just the weather for today or something more nefarious, I didnt know. The crew were lounging around, watching me. They had heard about my decadent cabin full of nubile women and jumped to all the wrong conclusions. I could tell by their admiring glances.

I placed one wing on each side of the ship and left my body. There are a lot of things I could do with my power that I hadnt even bothered to try, mainly because I hate having to go through the laborious process it requires. Its tedious and fiddly and completely reliant on me. Its just a shitty power. Imagine if Superman could fly, but first he had to knit himself a suit out of spaghetti to get himself off the ground.

Sometimes, though, I just had to grit my teeth and do it. Which only made me less keen the next time. Practice makes unbearable.

I attached the wings to the boat. Yes, it was dumb, but if it worked, the wings could act as self-propelling sails. And even if they only flapped about in the water, it would still get us moving.

It took a long time a really long time but I did it, hating every second.

Once the wings were attached, I returned to my body. For everyone else, no time had passed. My brain felt like fudge.

Now I just had to work out how to make them work.

A sailor from above us called out a warning. Everyone looked out to sea, where another giant wave was coming towards us. The Council had decided on a rematch, it seemed, and we didnt have a dragon. We did have a boat with wings, though.

Come on, I said. Start flapping. I had connected the wings to my hands, but it was a bit of a botch job. They were more tied on than implanted. Lezzgo! I shook my hands like I was holding reins.

The wings stretched out, extending on either side, and then they fell, flopping into the water. We couldnt outrun the wave with normal rowing power, but maybe the wings could produce a doggy paddle of incredible speed.

Will you fucking flap you fuckers! I shouted.

The ship shuddered and rose into the air. We floated up into the sky, over the wave, the wings filled with light, stretching out on either side. Welcome to Fairy Airways. Im Colin, fly me.