seen. It was standard Fairy Godmother issue—about a foot long, silvery off-white, and thick as a potion vial. More importantly, it was all mine.
My regular godmother, Emma Carrington, was also my mother’s famous Fairy Godmother. She had given me the wand on my seventh birthday, nearly ten years ago. Naturally, I had thought it was just a toy wand at the time, but a couple of months later she’d sent a letter explaining the wand’s hidden abilities and that the reason she’d gifted it to me was to ensure my own protection.
Regrettably, I hadn’t seen Emma since that birthday. She sort of dropped out of contact with my family a long ways back for some unknown reason. I’d tried reaching out to the Fairy Godmother Agency she worked for many times since then in an attempt to track her down. But each time I did, I received a not so passive-aggressive reply from the Godmother Supreme herself, who insisted such contact with one of her employees was not regulation and, therefore, not going to happen .
In truth I didn’t know what was more frustrating about the situation. The mystery surrounding Emma’s disappearance bothered me, certainly. However, getting condescending, vaguely threatening follow-up letters from some Godmother named Lena Lenore—who even had the nerve to tell me in our last correspondence that it would be “in my best interest” to leave the matter “lest I wish to suffer the consequences”—was not that fun either. In fact, the whole thing thoroughly ticked me off. Fairy Godmothers were supposed to help princesses, right? So why was their leader so dead set on thwarting my good intentions?
Sigh .
Even after all these years I really couldn’t guess what Emma’s reason for losing touch with us had been. Nor could I understand why this Lena Lenore woman seemed so consistently and maliciously set on stopping me from finding out.
Still, I remained thankful that I could at least be reminded of Emma every time I used this special, secret gift of hers (which, by the way, was very often).
Aside from my long-missing godmother, Blue and SJ were the only two people who knew about the wand and its true nature. It was vital that we kept it that way. While we did have access to the occasional enchanted knickknack (whether for designated use in one of our classes, or by accident in the real world), a wand was something special.
Only Fairy Godmothers were supposed to have them because they were only meant to be utilized in the practice of Fairy Godmother-brand magic. Granted, it was true that this wand had no such magic. Wands were just conductors, not creators of power after all. So, without a Godmother to operate it, this thing might as well have been a fancy stick.
Nevertheless, for whatever the reason this wand ( my wand ) had a special enchantment over it that made it far from useless in ordinary hands.
Moreover, between that and the nature of the thing in general, underserved Godmother-specific purpose or not, I knew that if anyone ever saw me with the wand it was as good as confiscated.
Lady Agnue once made me give up the roller skates I’d built as a final project for my Calceology (the Study of Shoes) class because she told me princesses were never intended to move on their own at more than eight miles per hour. I could only imagine what she’d do if she found out about my wand. She’d probably return it to the Godmothers and have me put on academic probation for the rest of my life.
As such, the wand had to remain a secret. Which was why I always had to be super careful about where and when I practiced with it. Here, that was normally limited to the barn, the stables, and our room during our free period or after school. Meanwhile, when I was at home in Midveil for the summer I had practically no such windows of opportunity. Castles were always bustling with activity. My parents regularly made sure to keep me busy with what they deemed “princess-appropriate” endeavors. And, in the rare
My regular godmother, Emma Carrington, was also my mother’s famous Fairy Godmother. She had given me the wand on my seventh birthday, nearly ten years ago. Naturally, I had thought it was just a toy wand at the time, but a couple of months later she’d sent a letter explaining the wand’s hidden abilities and that the reason she’d gifted it to me was to ensure my own protection.
Regrettably, I hadn’t seen Emma since that birthday. She sort of dropped out of contact with my family a long ways back for some unknown reason. I’d tried reaching out to the Fairy Godmother Agency she worked for many times since then in an attempt to track her down. But each time I did, I received a not so passive-aggressive reply from the Godmother Supreme herself, who insisted such contact with one of her employees was not regulation and, therefore, not going to happen .
In truth I didn’t know what was more frustrating about the situation. The mystery surrounding Emma’s disappearance bothered me, certainly. However, getting condescending, vaguely threatening follow-up letters from some Godmother named Lena Lenore—who even had the nerve to tell me in our last correspondence that it would be “in my best interest” to leave the matter “lest I wish to suffer the consequences”—was not that fun either. In fact, the whole thing thoroughly ticked me off. Fairy Godmothers were supposed to help princesses, right? So why was their leader so dead set on thwarting my good intentions?
Sigh .
Even after all these years I really couldn’t guess what Emma’s reason for losing touch with us had been. Nor could I understand why this Lena Lenore woman seemed so consistently and maliciously set on stopping me from finding out.
Still, I remained thankful that I could at least be reminded of Emma every time I used this special, secret gift of hers (which, by the way, was very often).
Aside from my long-missing godmother, Blue and SJ were the only two people who knew about the wand and its true nature. It was vital that we kept it that way. While we did have access to the occasional enchanted knickknack (whether for designated use in one of our classes, or by accident in the real world), a wand was something special.
Only Fairy Godmothers were supposed to have them because they were only meant to be utilized in the practice of Fairy Godmother-brand magic. Granted, it was true that this wand had no such magic. Wands were just conductors, not creators of power after all. So, without a Godmother to operate it, this thing might as well have been a fancy stick.
Nevertheless, for whatever the reason this wand ( my wand ) had a special enchantment over it that made it far from useless in ordinary hands.
Moreover, between that and the nature of the thing in general, underserved Godmother-specific purpose or not, I knew that if anyone ever saw me with the wand it was as good as confiscated.
Lady Agnue once made me give up the roller skates I’d built as a final project for my Calceology (the Study of Shoes) class because she told me princesses were never intended to move on their own at more than eight miles per hour. I could only imagine what she’d do if she found out about my wand. She’d probably return it to the Godmothers and have me put on academic probation for the rest of my life.
As such, the wand had to remain a secret. Which was why I always had to be super careful about where and when I practiced with it. Here, that was normally limited to the barn, the stables, and our room during our free period or after school. Meanwhile, when I was at home in Midveil for the summer I had practically no such windows of opportunity. Castles were always bustling with activity. My parents regularly made sure to keep me busy with what they deemed “princess-appropriate” endeavors. And, in the rare
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