Wish Carriers

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Liffon Foxglove, the youngest in the Foxglove line, travels to Greenbrook to become a Wish Carrier. Upon arriving, he finds his father, the famous Fens Foxglove, has gone missing on a very important mission. Where has he gone? It's up to the young hummingbird and his new friend Lissa Gentian to find out what's going on. What they find may even be a threat to the Carriers, let alone Greenbrook and perhaps all of Herald itself.

Please feel free to comment. I have divided the chapters up according to basic word count, so they are rather long. When I totally finish everything, it will probably look a bit nicer.


22. Another Reunion

         “What’re y’doin’?” Christi asked, tilting her head. She watched as Carl crept across the floor like a human tiger having spotting its prey.

         Carl didn’t answer. He was too intent on the thing he saw in front of him - the very bird he had come to find sitting on the branch right in front of him.

         “Fens! Move!” he heard some bird hiss. But Fens was frozen in shock and fear thinking of being forced back into that smelly cage and thrown into a truck again.

         Another bird smashed into Fens’ side to wake him up. Carl didn’t recognize them, but he didn’t really care. The force didn’t cause him to take off. Instead he fell from the branch like a brick.

         “Nyehehehe!” Carl cackled, scooping up the bird that was now in shock. He caught himself and blinked, surprised he could even laugh like that. But he had what he wanted clutched in his hand, gingerly, as to not crush the poor bird.

         Christi raced over to the strange old man who had now drawn the attention of quite a few people. They were giving the pair scared looks and telling their children to “steer clear of strange men like that.”

         “Do y’see?” Carl grinned, holding the shuddering bird up so she could see.

         “Looks like a bird,” she stated. “Or’s it a robot bird used fer surveillance by a secret agency?”

         Carl shot her an annoyed look, but then explained. “This is that bird I was tellin’ you about. It grants wishes.”

“Fer real?” she gasped.

“Yeah, watch,” Carl glared at Fens who was now white in the face. “Gimme a coin.”

Christi obeyed, fishing a penny out of the bottom of her shoe. Carl grimaced, but accepted it. With the coin, he paced over to the water fountain and tossed it in near the drain where just a few drops of water sat.

         “I wish I had another sandwich.”

         The coin dissappeared in a shower of gold sparkles and traveled to the bird that he had clutched in his hand. Right on cue, a roast beef and Swiss on rye dropped from the ceiling and landed with a splat on the floor in front of him. Christi gave an exaggerated gasp.

         “Do it again!”

         “I wish Christi couldn’t speak for one minute,” he said, tossing a dime he’d found on the floor into the fountain. It, too, disappeared into a collection of sparkles and traveled right to Fens. The bird struggled against the old man’s hand, but his grip was just too firm.

         Christi’s mouth snapped shut. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t pry her lips apart. She made a few mumbles and pointed at her face, but Carl just chuckled.

         “Only 45 more seconds t’go,” he assured her with a grin. “We got what we came for, so let’s get outta here.” With that, he paced off toward the coat check, his prize clutched in his hand. Christi followed, still mumbling loudly, hoping the spell would wear off soon.


         Liffon leaped into action. Everything else faded away: the tree, the building, the people. Like a rocket, he shot for the door, making it just as the automatic entrance closed. He had just been reuinted with his dad, and nothing was going to stop him. He can’t just be taken away like that!

         The rain was heavy outside, but the small bird pushed through, drenched with every drop. Carl’s car was already starting. He could hear the man’s laughter and the woman’s confused chatter.

         “We’ve got ‘em now, Christi!” Carl exclaimed with a cackle.

         “What’ll we do with ‘im?” she asked.

         “We’ll figure something out,” Liffon heard the man say. The door slammed and the engine roared. “Put ‘em in the glove box for now

         Liffon, frantic for a way into the vehicle, flitted around it as it began to move.

         Come on, he begged silently. As if Procne herself had stepped down from the heavens, Carl opened his window to let in some air. Liffon shot through it in an instant, and Carl growled, forgetting it was still raining and promptly shut it.

         Liffon tumbled into the tiny back seat of the pick up truck, rolling about between some fast food wrappers. When he finally came to rest, he smelled a sickeningly meaty scent and found the remnants of a cheese burger sitting open-faced on the upholstery.

         He gagged, but thanked Procne he was in the same vehicle as his father. At least they were going to the same place.


         “Liffon!” Lissa shouted as she watched him fly out. Without a word, she chased after him into the rain, leaving the others watching confused behind her.

         She hated leaving the group like that, but if Liffon was being himself as usual, he was acting like an idiot again.

         She turned to call back to them, but she had just seconds before the truck was gone.

         Fly home, she thought, willing them to listen.

         She spotted Liffon dart through the window, and she guessed she would hardly be that lucky, so instead she clung to the back window and tapped on it lightly. Carl didn’t react at all, she noticed, delighted. She peered in and spotted him fluffed up next to a yellow wrapper with a big red letter on it.

         She opened her beak to call to him, but gulped back her cry, remembering that Carl could still understand.

         A slight whistle caught her attention. Whistling meant opening. The window was open!

         Using all the strength she had left from clinging to the fast-moving car, she pried the sliding window open just enough to slip through. She fell into the backseat, landing on her back with a soft crinkle of paper. She held her breathe, not moving a muscle.

         “Did that window pop open again?” she heard Carl say.

         “Th’ breeze is nice,” Christi nodded.

         Carl grumbled something, but didn’t react further. Lissa let out a breathe of relief.

         “Lissa?” she heard Liffon whisper. She peered behind her and righted herself with a few wing flaps. He stood just a few inches away behind a bump in the wrapper.

         “I wasn’t going to let you do this on your own!” she smiled.

         A small smile escaped Liffon, but he hid it quickly, appearing neutral. She simply grinned and snuggled up next to him.

         “We’ll get your dad back,” she assured him. “I know it.”


         The truck bounced along the road noisily. Liffon and Lissa sat silently, huddled together against the noise of the machine. The motion was strangly soothing, and soon Liffon felt himself drifting off in the back seat amid the greasy wrappers. He vaguely heard Carl and Christi chattering.

         Lissa, on the other hand, was as tense as a rubber band stretched past its limit. Usually it was her companion that was the nervous one, but the car made her feel uneasy.

         She glanced down at Liffon, who had fallen asleep leaning against her. He looked peaceful for once, and she was loathe to disturb him. She grimaced, trying to decide what to do.

         She could see out the window, just barely. The sky was gray, but it wasn’t raining anymore. Occasionally, a flash of green would whiz by, but the lack of it indicated they were far away from the forest.

         On instinct, she knew they were travelling west. This was good and bad - she knew that this was the correct way to go, and if Carl was taking them to his house, this might work in their favor after all. The house was rather close to Greenbrook anyway.

         The challenge was getting out of the house.

         About an hour into the ride, a loud chirping siren made all the passengers, human and bird, jerk to attention. Liffon snapped awake, unsure of what the noise was, and Carl was talking hurredly. Lissa nudged her friend to listen.

         “Where did they come from?” Carl asked to no one in particular. Naturally, Christi thought he was talking to her.

         “Th’ police’re chansin’ us?” she asked.

         “I don’t think so, but it’s better safe than sorry.” Spotting a rest area sign, he pulled off quickly, and parked in a semi-hidden spot near some trees. While it wasn’t ideal, he knew he wouldn’t have to worry for long.

         “What’re y’doin’?” she asked.

         At first, Carl didn’t say anything as he opened the truck door. Then he paused.

         “You got a penny?” he asked without looking back.

         Christi jammed her hand into her pocket and extracted a collection of things: a checker, a paperclip, a few scraps of paper, and one penny.

         “Only one,” she observed.

         Carl turned and picked up the penny with his thumb and index finger as if it was covered in some ooze.

         “There’s a puddle over there,” Christi stated, pointing out her window. She slowly rolled it down to make a more accurate point. Carl was pleased and tossed the penny into the puddle without moving. It landed with a soft plop.

         “I wish the police would stop following us!”

         The coin dissappeared in a flash of gold.

         “Open the glove box just a little,” Carl instructed, harshly emphasizing the last three words.

         Christi did so and Liffon and Lissa could hear Fens shuffling inside as he saw the light. He must have been frozen in fear in the darkness.

         “I can’t sit by and let him stay in there!” Liffon hissed. Lissa silenced him.

         “We’ll get him back. Patience!”


         After the two human’s wish came true, the ride was quite a bit smoother. Liffon and Lissa sat together in silence, hoping the disgusting smells didn’t kill them first. The hamburger was bad enough, but the scent of the french fries Carl had stopped to pick up in a drive through made it even worse.

         “What’s this do?” the ruby-throat heard Christi say. She had chosen the kids meal because she got a free toy, but apparently she couldn’t figure out what it did. He heard a whirring sound and a thunk.

         “Save it for the house,” Carl instructed gruffly, chewing on a fry.

         After that, the rest of the ride was silent. They stopped about an hour later, finally back at the home base. Now that they didn’t have police chasing them, it was a bit safer. Now if Carl could pay for all the gas they used. The man grimaced, but said nothing.

         “We have to get a container,” he said as Christi opened her side door. Turning, he reached back behind the seat.

         Liffon shrank, arrousing Lissa who had been dozing. At first she was confused, but them spotted the massive hand hoving over them. She held her breath and pushed against her friend.

         The crinkling of paper indicated Carl had found what he was looking for. The pair of hummingbirds let out a simultaneous sigh of relief as his hand withdrew with a large white paper bag that had ketchup stains on it.

         The sound of a soft, petrified chirp followed as Fens was shoved into the bag. Liffon’s heart leapt to his throat and Lissa’s face grew red in anger. But they both remained as still as ice, waiting for the pair of humans to leave.

         After the doors of the truck had been slammed shut, Liffon stood up and ruffled his feathers. He furrowed his brow and began to pace. Lissa watched for a few seconds before standing up as well.

         “We need a plan,” he stated, not missing a step.

         Lissa began preening her feathers. They had been more than mussed up in the ride. She didn’t answer right away, but she was only silent because she was thinking. After a minute, she paused and looked at Liffon, who was still pacing.

         “We have to wait.”

         Liffon stopped and turned to her. “Wait for what?”

         “Humans sleep at night, usually,” she explained, “so that’s the best time to move, right?”

         He stopped for a moment, then nodded. “I think so.” He looked at the upholstery below him thoughtfully. “Artemis might know more.”

         Lissa was surprised. It was hard for him to admit that he didn’t know something. “We can wait until it’s dark, then,” she nodded and settled down again.

         “We have to wait more?” he asked, frustrated.

         “Trust me,” she nodded, closing her eyes. “Sometimes waiting is good.”

         Liffon clenched his beak, but he knew she was right. This was the best course of action they could take for now, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

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