Hidden:
A Pregnant Fairy Godmother’s Journey
JOYNELL SCHULTZ
Copyright © 2017 Joynell Schultz
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ISBN: 0-9984101-7-9
ISBN-13: 978-0-9984101-7-3
WET DOG PRESS
THANK YOU
Instead of a dedication, I always start with a thank you. A thank you directed toward you, the reader, for choosing this novella amongst literally millions of choices. I hope you enjoy Ciera & Dane’s story in Hidden: A Pregnant Fairy Godmother’s Journey.
Also, a big thank you to my family, who continue to support me and give me time to write. Without their awesomeness, I’d never begin to write anything.
Also, a huge thank you to my writing partner, Troy, who keeps me focused and moving forward. Without him, this story still wouldn’t be finished.
BLURB
Even being the best fairy godmother in all the land, Ciera’s been hiding a secret. Not only is she pregnant, but she’s magically pregnant with a human child.
Humans are not allowed in the fairy realm. Period. That includes half-fairy/half-human babies. The only solution is to give the baby to its father before the Fairy Council finds out her secret.
Finding the father should be easy. How many men named John could possibly live in this place called Chicago?
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
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Chapter 1
Ciera
Under the violet-tinted sun, Ciera tapped her wand against her hand and forced a calming breath. She focused on the light breeze tickling her face and the sweet, almost undetectable scent of the rainbow high in the sky.
My glamor will stay—it must.
To a fairy godmother like Ciera, a simple glamor spell to change your physical appearance should be easy. Heck, it had always been easy for Ciera, but now, in her current predicament, her magic was weak and drained too quickly.
In eight more months, her abilities would return. Could she keep pretending that long?
“Are you sure this will feed us forever? It’s such a small garden plot.” A farmer stood in front of Ciera, waiting for her to grant his wish. His hair was a vibrant copper color that complemented his worn, brown leather trousers. A little girl in his arms tightened her hold around her father’s neck. Her red hair blended in with her dad’s as she buried her face in his shoulder.
Ciera stopped tapping her wand and waved it towards the tilled soil tucked against a plain, tigerwood fence. “You think that’s small? You should have seen what I did with a few empty wine barrels on the other side of the kingdom. Trust me. You have nothing to worry about.”
A shiver of magic flowed up Ciera’s spine and wrapped itself around her stomach. She looked down at her belly to see her glamor enchantment flicker. Did the farmer notice? She jerked her head towards the man to see him focused on his daughter.
Ciera shifted her weight from foot to foot. “We need to get moving, though. I…um…have stuff to do.”
Ciera scooted across the yard to dig her toes into the small patch of tilled-up sand. No matter how much love Erdians gave the nutrient-poor soil, stuff still wouldn’t grow without fairy intervention. The cool and dry dirt softly tickled her feet as she walked across it.
Even with her dying magic, she could easily turn such a small area into fertile soil. She had fertilized fields as far as the eye could see for many royal families. She tapped her wand against her hand. “No problem. Your wish is my command. Dibbity, dobbity, doo!” Ciera gave a little wink toward the man; her signature move.
She channeled her magic into the wand. The current flowed as slow as honey today, growing slower day-by-day.
How long will I be able to put up this charade?
The magic seized up, not wanting to budge. She shook her head and tried again. Reaching deep inside her core, she warmed the honey to make it flow faster. Staring at the tip of the wand, she waited for the golden glow.
One flicker, then another, but then her magic dissolved into nothingness.
The glamor she created to hide her growing belly dissolved and her flat stomach disappeared, revealing her true abdomen size, giant, like the size of one of those leather balls royalty threw through hoops. Ciera pulled all the magic she could find, from everywhere; inside her heart, from back home, and even the little bit that resided in Erde, and rewove the glamor around her, disguising her pregnancy.
This time, when she jerked her head up toward the father, his eyes were wide. She needed a distraction. “Um, do you have a glass of water?” Her stomach swirled and she became lightheaded. She reached behind herself to the petrified dragon egg lining the garden and plopped down, composing herself.
When the man disappeared into his house, Ciera released all her magic to give it time to recharge. She placed her hand on her stomach as she tried to regain control.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered while rubbing her belly. “This is way too early. I still have eight months left. How am I going to hide you without magic?” The child swirled inside. It had been doing this more and more lately. It took seventeen months to grow a baby fairy, and Ciera had been pregnant for nine. A stomach this size was impossible at this point.
An image of the baby’s father flashed through her mind. Gray, well-groomed hair and kind, brown eyes that seemed almost desperate. When she first realized he wasn’t a fairy, she had been disappointed. She had passed him off as an Erdian, but now, she wasn’t so sure.
What if he had been human?
How long did it take to grow one of their babies? And if this was a human child, did that explain the odd behavior of her magic?
Stop thinking about that!
The human realm was off limits, and the other fairies would certainly shun her. She had worked so hard to earn her status with her peers.
Footsteps approached, and she wrapped herself in the glamor once again.
“How are you feeling?” The man handed over a copper-hammered cup filled with water while holding his child in the other arm.
“Like a dragon flying upside-down.” The cool drink did nothing to alleviate her nausea. Her anxiety was making her sick to her stomach, and she needed to get control of it. “Now, let’s give this another shot.” She stood up and examined the sandy soil. She focused on her magic, but all she found was a hollow void where the baby grew.
She pulled harder, fighting with the child in a game of tug-of-war. She pulled one way, and the baby pulled another. When Ciera felt she had a good grip on a strand of magic, she quickly shoved it down her arm and into her wand.
Quick, Ciera. Hurry. You can’t fail.
“Dibbity, dobbity, doo!” She zapped at the soil, filling her mind with images of rich green vegetation and plum red fruits. The ground quivered with a ripple of light, and parts of the soil turned from pink and yellow sand to black dirt, but not all of it.
Shaking her head, she searched again for her magic. She found a tendril connected to her glamor and pulled and stretched it, but then
realized the baby’s grasp was tighter than hers. She gave a yank and shot the magic down her arm and into her wand before there was a protest. Quickly, she gave the garden another zap. “Dobbity, do!”
This time, nothing happened.
“I’m sorry.” She felt her magic recoil into the child inside her. A ripple shot through her spine, and her glamor quivered again. “I’m still not feeling well, and my magic’s not behaving quite right.”
“But you’re the best. Your Fairy Council assured me.” The man squeezed his child’s hand.
Under the toddler’s eyes were dark circles—she was hungry. The father was already too thin. Ciera couldn’t let them starve.
Come on, baby. Cooperate.
Sweat tickled Ciera’s brow as she focused on any magic she still had. She clenched all her muscles and forced the magic back into her wand. As soon as it appeared, she zapped the egg she had been sitting on. A simple spell on a smaller object, turning the fossil into a roasted platypus surrounded by magic beans on a silver platter.
Ciera wiped her brow, and her chest heaved. “I’ll be back when I’m better. For now—” She caught her breath. “—eat the platypus and trade the platter and magic beans for some fruits and veggies. Magic beans are in high demand, maybe you can even get a cow for them.”
With that, Ciera tried to transport herself to the fairy realm, but that didn’t work. She probably looked ridiculous, squishing her eyes shut and waving her wand around her head. Argh! “I’m just going to leave through the gate and take a walk.”
Before the man said anything, the gate swung shut behind Ciera as she jogged down the dusty, yellow road with her wings flapping for speed and an arm wrapped around her unglamored belly for support.
I need to get home to my father. He’ll know what I should do.
How could she not complete an assignment? She hadn’t found a long-term solution for that hungry man and child. Could she go home a failure? It’d wreck her reputation, and the other fairies would wonder how this was possible. They’d figure out her secret.
Deep breath, Ciera. Rest. Let the magic recharge.
But what if this is a human baby?
That gray-haired man Ciera had met in a dream had a machine for one of his arms. Erde didn’t have contraptions like that. Did the humans? It didn’t make sense because fairies hadn’t crossed over to the human realm in a hundred years.
Her grandfather’s words haunted her: But you’re not a normal fairy. You’re a purple fairy.
She had always dismissed him as just flattering her, but maybe some of what he said was right?
No, Ciera. You’re like everyone else, only you have to work twice as hard because you want to be the best.
Maybe she could hide here in Erde. She loved this world with its warm violet sun, green grass, and the smell of the sea. She used to spend all her free time here, but over the past few months, her fading magic would no longer allow it. If she stayed too long, she’d lose her ability to fly, to grant wishes, and, perhaps her ability to return home.
Now, thinking that the child could be human, there was no way she could stay. The Fairy Council would find her, discover her secret, and…she lost her breath thinking the next thought…take away her hard-earned position of top fairy godmother. They’d surely stop assigning her any wishes to grant.
Ciera detoured off the yellow dirt road and ventured into the forest, finding a patch of minty-smelling moss. She lay down and began to drift asleep, nearly certain that the baby was human. There was no other explanation.
Focusing on what she could remember from nine months ago, she tried to figure out what went wrong
She had just granted King Wren’s wish for an appropriate suitor for the princess. This had taken way too long, yet she was the fourth fairy godmother on the project and the first to succeed.
She returned home that day, completely exhausted from hours of sending her magic out searching all the neighboring kingdoms, and fell asleep wondering what was next. She felt like she could take on the world. A brief thought passed through her mind if there would be even bigger challenges on Earth, but she dismissed that idea.
The human realm was off-limits.
But she wanted a challenge, and that world tugged strongly at her as she fell asleep.
She dreamt of a man with whitish gray hair and these dark, intense eyes. The most prominent thing was his arm made of silver. Her desire to grant a wish pulled strongly on her, taking over her logic. She didn’t even know what wish she was granting, but knew what she had to do.
“Lift your hands,” she had said.
He lifted one hand and pointed his index finger, then lifted his other. A claw or hook of some type. She touched a finger to both of his hands, smiling with pleasure as a bright violet light traveled down the man’s non-silver arm, through his finger, and transferred to Ciera. It traveled up her arm and her belly tingled when it settled there. She left feeling complete.
It wasn’t until a three months ago she discovered her pregnancy, and it wasn’t until well after that she began to wonder if that man was human. She kept pushing that thought away, not understanding how that was possible. Who heard of humans with robotic arms? And a fairy-human baby? She had dismissed it as some type of glamor magic.
Besides, for a fairy pregnancy, all ten of their fingers must touch in their dreams and a yellow light transfers. Quite different from what had happened.
The Fairy Council wouldn’t understand. Fairy godmothers always had control of their dreams, but this one was different.
The man, the human, must have wished for a child, and for some reason, she granted it. Ciera never could refuse a wish, especially a wish that was not for wealth or prosperity, but a wish that came from the heart…
How could that be wrong?
Chapter 2
Ciera
When Ciera woke up, she rubbed the moss from her cheek and blinked to adjust to the darkness. How long had she slept? Double moons illuminated the Erdian sky above. She loved that sight. The fairy realm had no moons. The legend was that long ago, the fairies sent their moon to Erde as a goodwill gesture to ensure peace between their realms. What if the fairies had sent their moon to Earth? Would things be different?
Come on, magic. Be there.
Taking a deep breath, she gripped her wand. A small flame of magic surrounded her heart. It was weak and flickered as it fought to burn. She dug deep, thinking of her father and her home.
Urging the delicate magic tendrils down her arm, she channeled them into her wand and gave it a little swirl around her head. Her body tingled warmly as she transported herself back home.
When she opened her eyes, she located her father in the kitchen shaking his wand at an assortment of flutes hovering above their multi-colored elfwood table. Learning long ago not to interrupt his music, Ciera eased herself down onto a ledge carved into the wall of the hollow trunk of the ogre tree they called home.
She tucked herself into the opening, grateful for the massive size of their home. There was always enough room to allow fairy wings to beat freely, but now, putting space between her and her father gave her time to form a plan.
What was she going to do?
The music carried her thoughts away, making her want to dance. Before she knew it, she was up, flapping her delicate wings a few times to fly, but then she stopped. She’d need magic to get off the ground, and it took everything she had to hide the baby.
Instead, she closed her eyes, swaying with the melody and assessing how much magic she had left. Her abilities had been slowly decreasing, but over the past few days, that was no longer the case. At this rate, by tomorrow, she’d have nothing left.
It was time to come clean and tell her father about the baby. How else would she get him to go to Erde and help fertilize that farmer’s soil? She rubbed her belly and waited for the song to end.
After the last drawn-out note, her father flicked his wrist and made the flutes and his wand disappear. He turned to Ciera and st
roked a hand down his long, graying green beard. “Welcome home.” He made his way across the expansive space, stopping right before her. “How’d the wish go?” His eyes widened, prominently displaying his vivid green irises as he seemed to take in her face. She was never good at hiding secrets from her father. “What’s wrong?”
Go ahead. Tell him. He’s the only one who can help.
Holding her breath, she let the glamor surrounding her disappear and stood up, turning sideways so he could see the magnitude of her problem. She couldn’t tell her father her suspicions that the baby was human. That secret was too much to burden him with.
Would he realize that anyway? Why else would she have hidden her pregnancy this long? She bit her lip, tasting blood as all the scenarios ran through her mind. It was clear that if the Fairy Council found out about this pregnancy, they’d surely punish her. Would they punish her father, too?
“Um…Dad.” Her palms began to sweat, and she struggled to get out her words. Just say them, Ciera. Own up to it. “It’s that I’m…um…” She rubbed her belly.
A huge, white-toothed smile slowly shone out from under her father’s beard. “You’re carrying a child! It’s about time. I don’t know what took you so long.”
Her arms dropped to her sides. “You’ve been waiting for this?”
“Of course! All your classmates created a child long ago already.” He reached out to touch her stomach, but she swatted his hand away.
“But I’m the only purple fairy. It’s not possible.”
Her father put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “You’re the most determined fairy I know. Nothing stops you at anything. Besides, intercolor reproduction isn’t impossible, and it’s every female fairy’s duty to continue our species.”
Continuing her species wasn’t anything Ciera worried about. She focused on granting wishes, which brought her more happiness than reproducing. Perhaps she had dismissed the idea long ago, when she learned fairies were supposed to stick to the same color. What male fairy would wish to raise a purple fairy baby, anyway?
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