Cinders and Sparks: Fairies in the Forest. Lindsey Kelk

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      ‘Fair enough, fair enough,’ said Hansel. He closed his eyes as Mouse leaped over a fallen tree trunk and thundered on, deeper into the forest.

      ‘One more question. Do you think your magic might be strong enough to find us a toilet? Only I really have to go.’

      Truly, she should have left that boy where she’d found him.

      ‘It’s not my fault!’ he wailed when she spurred Mouse on to ride faster. ‘It’s all this jiggling around on the back of the horse. I drank a massive bottle of elderberry juice this morning and I’ve been holding it in for ages.’

      ‘Can’t you wait ten more minutes?’ she asked.

      ‘Not unless you want an accident,’ he grumbled, ‘and I don’t think that’s a good idea on the back of a horse.’

      All Cinders wanted to do was keep riding, avoid being eaten by a munklepoop, get to Fairyland and solve the mystery of how her mother had found her way into the kingdom, met her dad, given birth to Cinders and left her with a magical talking dog. Was that really too much to ask for?

      ‘All right, all right, we’ll stop.’ Cinders closed her eyes, concentrated very hard and took a deep breath. ‘I wish we could find somewhere for Sparks to eat some sausages, and Mouse to get some cheese, and Hansel to have a wee because he’s a useless boy who can’t even hold it in for a minute.’

      ‘Oh, really,’ Sparks sniffed, turning up his shiny black nose. ‘There’s no need to be vulgar.’

      All at once, Cinders felt a tingling in her fingertips. In the darkest part of the Dark Forest, her hands began to glow silver and gold, thousands of tiny lights flickering brightly all around her.

      ‘Oh, I say!’ Hansel grabbed hold of his green felt hat. ‘What’s she doing?’

      ‘What do you mean what’s she doing?’ Sparks asked, a little indignantly. ‘She’s using her magic to find you a loo, just like you asked!’

      Hansel looked shocked, the rosy-red colour disappearing from his round cheeks.

      ‘So she really is half fairy?’

      ‘Not everyone is a fibber,’ replied Sparks.

      Hansel went very quiet. He had a reputation as a world-class porky-pie teller, and not without good reason.

      ‘Look!’ The light from Cinders’s hands suddenly began to flow outwards, carving a golden path through the pitch-black of the forest floor. ‘I think we’re supposed to go this way.’

      ‘Follow me!’ Sparks cried bravely, hopping down from Mouse’s saddle to race ahead of his friends.

      ‘So you can smell the sausages as well?’ Cinders asked.

      ‘Certainly can,’ he confirmed. ‘Top-notch wishing, Cinders. Very well done.’

      A few minutes later, the golden path faded away and the foursome found themselves in a little clearing. Cinders looked up and saw stars in the night sky. It was much later than she’d realised. In the middle of the clearing was a sweet little cottage. The walls were white and the roof was thatched and there was an archway of roses growing round the wooden front door.

      ‘Really, very well done, Cinders,’ Sparks said as he bounded up to the cottage, marvelling at the perfectly tended little garden full of pretty flowers. All the better to wee on later, he thought to himself.