The University of Avalon
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 17
From the day Sasporilla and Angelo returned to Avalon there was hardly a moment she could lift a bag or get a book from the library without a loyal house elf lending an insistent hand. Sassy was always polite though embarrassed and insistent they didn't need to assist her.
The new semester held new classes and new challenges for Sasporilla Bucket. Arithmancy and biorhythmics, were old favorites. Astrology was something new that she was interested to see about. Her most exclusive courses was wand engineering 101 with Professor Bugbey Pennywhistle. This was the maths and science half the wands program. The mirror opposite of Professor Splatterpalette’s wand design class.
The Wand engineering room was very stark with a lot of black board space, and cross reference charts tacked up on walls. Each desk ad a comfortable padded chair, a work station for books and writing as well as a
Ponyo 3400 Abbicum. Sasporilla wasn't the only arts and design student in the class. Like most from the arts, they stood out colourfully amongst the buttoned down maths and science crowd, even amongst wizarding folk. As opposite as everything the class seemed to be, between the engineering side of Wands from the Arts and design side of wands, the Professors were what was the farthest thing apart.
Professor Bugbey Pennywhistle was an old man in tightly buttoned up robes with a bow tie. His closely clipped white hair and clean-shaven face were devoid of emotion. His presentation was informative but he droned on so, hour after hour, enough to put even the most enthusiastic pupil to sleep.
"The most common and accepted relative engineering equation for wand making," professor Pennywhistle droned as the self writing chalk followed along with him on the black board, " is Wand wood type over wand wood length plus core type over tuning is equal to the harmonic with the witch or wizard."
Sasporilla raised her hand. Professor Pennywhistle pointed to her, "Yes? You have a question?"
"Yes professor." Sasporilla asked. "This seems at best... impractical? A wand maker would have to make thousands of wands on the off chance of finding a witch or wizard to harmonically attune with?"
"Yes." Professor Pennywhistle nodded. "That is the way wands have been made for a thousand years. Since the time of Merlin. It works for all wand makers. Shipp, Cleveland, Buckleberry, Olivander, to name a few. Why change now?"
"Then may I ask a related Question sir?" Sasporilla asked.
"Of you feel you must." Professor Pennywhistle sighed.
"What is it about the witch or wizard that harmonizes with the wand?" Sasporilla asked.
"That is an excellent question." Professor Bugbey Pennywhistle came very close to smiling. "We have no idea. There are many theories. Perhaps it's the aura, the life energy of the caster. Perhaps the casters biorhythmic cycle. Another theory says it could have to do with astrology and the placement pf planets on the day you were born. If you'd like to hear my own theory..."
The bell rang and class was over. Professor Bugbey Pennywhistle packed up his attaché case and strolled off as if he'd not been in the middle of an explanation, or had a care in the world.
Sasporilla sat there her mouth hanging open and started to laugh. Her professors were on completely different ends of the spectrum but one thing was for sure... neither was from this world!
Sassy stood up and started to collect her things when a voice called to her from the back of the room. "Excuse me Ms.Bucket?";
Sassy looked around to see Professor Pennywhistles TA approaching her. He was a cute boy she guessed, for an engineering student and a nerd. "May I have a moment of your time."
"Mr.Lazarus you can have two." Sassy smiled kissing her boy friend.
"I just wanted to let you know that I've networked your Abbicum in here to the one in the arts class. That way, when you have moments to work on your wand project in either class you can find on there."
"Thank you Angelo." Sasporilla smiled. "That was very sweet of you. What's your next class?"
"I'm TA'ing all morning then I have Technomancy this after lunch. Want to have lunch before class?"
"Can't." Sassy grimaced. "Late lunch. I have a noon class. Political history of the Magi world."
"Sounds like loads of fun." Angelo smirked. "With who?"
" Professor Phenix." Sasporilla smiled.
"She's a friend." Angelo whispered in Sassy's ear. "Josie can be a source of great deals of valuable information."
The political history room was a circular amphitheater with a single stage in the center. Professor Phenix needed no walls, no chalkboards to write upon. Only the stories of old to recount. The facts told in tales that held her student’s enthralled for a few hours every day.
Professor Phenix was a tall thin woman with long dark hair. She spoke with an Australian accent and always had a smile for those who wanted to learn. She took center stage with her usual quiet deliberate grace.
"Good afternoon class." Professor Phoenix said drawing her wand from her long red flamed robes. "OSTENTO" the professor cast.
A globe of the world of Avalon formed above her.
"Our world, whole, natural. Unpolluted by border or political influence." Professor Phenix sighed as the globe stretched out to form a flat world map. "When the Magi first came to Avalon there was not a great love between all magical beings here. Magi, Elf folk, Fae and the wild all struggled against each other for dominance. Battle after battle, war after war. For no good reason. Petty victories, for little Kings, of tiny hills. Then came Calsepherus, the Magi who brought peace and order between the warring factions and negotiated these borders, proportioning the world into generous pieces for the Elves, Fae Folk and the wild beasts of Avalon while taking only this very tiny section here for the Magi and Avalon City."
There was great applause from the students at the proud history of their proud history.
"Yes it is a delightful faery story to tell your children around the fire on a cold stormy night." Professor Phenix smiled like she had a devilish little secret. "And it's all HOGWASH!"
The class gasped as the professor erased the bordered of Avalon city bringing the other three areas together.
"When we arrived, as Magi in Avalon," Professor Phenix smiled. "These were the borders that had existed for millennia before. Calsepherus was not the great peacemaker we are lead to believe. He was a racist who hated non-magical humans, or any one and any thing that stood against him for that matter, and would let nothing interfere with his plans to conquer a world of his own. He devised a spell to find a world high in magic and bridge the gap to it! It lead him here! Of course once he got here with his followers, this world was already inhabited."
"Yes!" One of the students shouted outraged. "And he negotiated! It's in all the books!!!"
"So it must be absolutely true!" Professor Phenix yelled back. "But is it in the text book you have been assigned to read? HMMMM? NOOOO??? May I continue? Calsepherus was NOT a man of peace. He was not an explorer. He was not a great negotiator! He was a CONQUEROR, A DESTROYER and a MURDERER. He took the land this city and this university is on by force, by war. There was so much blood shed in a single day that other races retreated allowing the Wizards to erect walls around what would become their strong hold and eventually our city."
"Lies." An angry student said thumping their books closed, gathering them up and walking out of class.
"Lies are what you have been taught!" Professor Phenix shouted after him. "It's a shame that you believed them then and won't hear the truth now."
Sadly the professor was used to losing one or more students a class to what they considered her seditious teachings. The facts may go against the propaganda but facts were the facts and the University and the dean was on her side.
"Now then, where were we?" Professor Phenix smiled. "Oh yes... the treaty of Avalon...."
Not surprising it was a case of the Wizards took what they wanted through brutality and trickery but agreed to a very small area for themselves. Why? Can anyone tell me why Calsepherus chose this area?"
Sasporilla raised her hand.
"Yes Ms.Bucket is it?" Professor Phenix asked.
"Yes Professor," Sasporilla stood, "It is my understanding that contrary to popular belief, Calsepherus wanted this area because it is the heart of magical power for the world. Though the source has never been found nor that theory never proven."
"Hogwash." A student said.
"Trogswaddle." Another laughed.
"Correct." Professor Phenix smiled. "Obviously someone’s done the reading. Now let's get into the treaty and how the Monarchy was formed, the council that advises our King and Queen... oh and just for fun, let's take a look at the other councils of this world and how they compare. Like the High council of Elves and how the worker elves have never held a seat upon it?"
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Jorge soared high above the spires of the monolithic buildings of Avalon city. The warming spring currents wafting up from below made a comfortable cushion to glide upon in the cool early spring air. Jorge shook his tail feathers left and right, to correct his course ever so slightly, in beat to the Latin tunes on his walk-man.
Something appeared against the whispy ahead. With his goggles on Jorge’s vision was as sharp as an eagles. An owl flew straight towards him at high speed. Jorge wondered why the owl was flying straight at him and wasn't moving over. There was plenty of sky? Enough for every bird! Jorge swerved at the last second to avoid colliding with large snowy owl in mid air!
"Why don't jou look where jou're going air hog!" Jorge yelled over his wing at the owl.
"I'm a Royal owl you pink peasant chicken." The owl screeled, "keep out of my way."
Jorge cursed the owl with string very naughty verbal expletives until he flew out of sight.
It was the sound of loud flapping heavy wings that brought the flamingo's attention forward again. Jorge's eyes bulged wide as he flew face first into a flock of Thestral’s. Where had they come from? He had passed over the boundaries of Avalon city and was now over the wild lands. They must come from the forest below. Jorge lifted his feet to avoid the head of the lead stallion. The flamingo struggled to get to his feet as flapped his wings, his behind bouncing up and down off the head, down the back and off the rump of the Thestral.
"WOHA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!" Jorge shouted as he bounced in and through the flock. "Sorry, pardon me, pardon me, excuse me. My fault, excuse me, Sorry!"
Much to Jorge's surprise he made it over, down and through the Thestral flock with nary a scratch. It was too busy higher up, so Jorge dove down closer to skim the tree tops. The first early buds of spring were just bursting through on the highest branches. They always made Jorge smile.
Jorge rolled happily in the midmorning air as an arrow shot past his shoulder.
"What the?" Jorge questioned rolling up right as another shot to close to his tail feathers. "Ok mang, I have had jus' about enough of dis day!"
The Flamingo poured on the speed as swerved above the tree tops avoiding the arrows from the centaur hunting him below.
"Go away pesky centaur!" Jorge yelled lifting his tail feathers and letting loose with a birds greatest and abundant weapon, hitting the centaur right in the face.
It wasn't much farther to the Silver Spruce. A giant tree in the center of the Elven forest entwined with an architecture graceful and ancient. Elthloriel, city of the Elves and the center of Elven government, the High council of Elves.
Jorge landed on a messenger pad and walked in. He dug a wing into his bag and pulled out the envelope Sasporilla had entrusted him with. A small worker elf met the flamingo at the door and held out his hand.
"Your message?" The elf asked.
"I am to deliver it in person to High Chancellor Eldin." Jorge insisted holding the envelope back. "Then I am to wait for a responce."
"Sorry." The elf shook his head. "You bring mail. I take mail. I give mail. My job!"
"This letter is from Queen Sasporilla!" Jorge whispered to the worker elf.
"From she who bows before us?" The worker elf’s eyes opened wide. "Why did you not say!!! I will lead you in person! Priority messenger!"
The little elf waddled as he toddled his way down the halls, Jorge in tow. The fine elven carvings and inlay in the architecture was very impressive. Even to a flamingo of Jorge's humble origin.
"I can not wait to tell Windy I guided a special messenger for our Queen today!" The elf smiled.
"What is your name?" Jorge asked?
"Me?" The elf asked surprised. "Dimmley sir"
"I'm Jorge." The flamingo smiled. "Queen Sasporilla's personal mail flamingo. I'll tell her how you helped me here today."
"Oh! Thank you sir!" Dimmley bowed. "I'm honored!"
"No Dimmley." Jorge said straightening the elf up and bowing before him. "You are helping me. It is I who owe you my thanks and like our Queen, I am your humble servant."
A tear formed in the corner Dimmley's eye. "You don't know what such words mean to those such as we. Let my Queen know that Dimmley and the whole Gwilley clan are loyal to her."
"You can count on me to deliver your message Dimmley." Jorge smiled.
The pair stopped at the end of a long hallway with a tall set of double doors. With a single knock, Dimmley pushed open the double doors and waddled into the great chamber where a council meeting was in session.
Elves from all the great houses sat in thrones crafted by ancient craftsmen long forgotten. Each one having a tale all it's own but the true tales of their craftsmanship lost to time. Eldin, the High Chancellor of the council of Elves sat in the center in a throne of white. He was a High elf of purest blood. Tall and thin, with piercing blue eyes, long white hair, long pointed ears and long thin features. The others present were Ivash of the Forest elves, Shorlap of the Sea elves, Konnm of the Mountain Elves, Iceen of the Snow elves, Sashha of the Desert elves and Keldar of the Jungle elves.
"Announcing a special messenger for High Chancelor Eldin!" Dimmley announced loudly walking over quite formally and purposefully to the High Chancellor’s side, stomping his feet to signify his dutiful arrival. Jorge copied the little elves double stomp catching the Councils attention as he handed over the letter.
The High Chancelor took the letter from the flamingo with curious contempt. He didn't like interruptions especially for something others deemed important, that he rarely deemed anything more than mediocre.
As High Chancelor Eldin read the message his face got twisted into a bizarre combination of out right surprise and mocking sneer.
"The insolence!" High Chancellor Eldin said throwing the message to the floor where Dimmley quickly snatched it up.
"What was it?" Konnm of the Mountain Elves demanded to know.
"The new Worker elf Queen wondered why she was not summoned to this council meeting? Wonders why there is no Seat on the council for a worker elf Representative? And demands this be rectified by next council meeting."
"Or what?" Shorlap of the Sea elves asked.
"She made no threat." The High Chancelor laughed. "Just an empty demand."
"The courier requires a responce High Chancelor." Dimmley asked humbly.
"Is this the bearer of bad news?" The high Chancelor chuckled along with the council. "You go tell the house elf queen to fetch her masters slippers and leave the leading of real elves to the Leaders!"
Dimmley looked as if he were about to explode. His face turned deep red and smoke rose from behind each ear. With a sigh Jorge reached inside his bag and pulled out a pink crystal pad and tossed it in the center of the circle of thrones. The image of Sasporilla Bucket, a rather plain unassuming girl with pink hair, dressed in purple and pink robes with a purple and pink cloak appeared life size before them.
"Hello." The image smiled politely. "It is my honour and privilege to address the Elven council. I wish I could have been there in person but I was not invited and our people have no voice on your council. As your watching this, your High Chancelor has openly mocked my humble request to be included as perhaps have some, most or all of you. I understand that you look down upon the worker elves. After all, what are we in your society? The High elves designed the great elven city of Elthloriel. However it was worker elves who built it. You wear the finest of magical elven robes woven from the fabric of magic itself by weaver elves. Everything you own, sit on, eat from, live in, wear, have been made by worker elves. We build everything, grow everything, craft everything, cook your meals, raise your children, wash your clothes, keep your secrets... you don't want us to have an equal voice in the council? Then you don't need our help at all!!! From this day forward all worker elves, assigned to helping in elf tasks, are asked by me to stop serving the other elven races and come work on a top secret project to better the worker elf people. Until such a time as the elves gain enough respect for us that they apologize and grant us a fair and equal seat on the Council of Elves."
With a while of pink energy the gem went dark. Jorge turned to walk out of the council chamber.
"Stop!" The high Chancelor commanded. "Guards seize this bird!"
Two elven guards grabbed Jorge by the wings roughly as he squawked.
"Cut off his head and send it back to the new house elf Queen as my formal answer." The chancellor snarled. "Along with the ears of EVERY worker elf who refuses to work!"
The guards drew their swords and swung back to get a good clean slice at the flamingo, but with an unseen snap of Dimmley's fingers the swords smacked sideways into each of their thick helmeted heads, knocking them unconscious.
Jorge took off running as the doors to the chamber locked shut. The flamingo squawked terrified as he ran around the chamber his wings out stretched. Councilors tried grabbing the large pink bird but hr bobbed right and weaved left.
"Float like a butter fly, sting like a bee," Jorge squawked, "I'm a flamingo, jou can't catch me!"
As Jorge headed for an open window two guards stepped in front of it crossing long silver spears. The sudden weight of Dimmley hopping of the Flamingo's back drew his attention momentarily as the grinning worker elf snapped his fingers spinning the guards away. Jorge and Dimmley leapt through the open window to freedom beyond. As they soared away Dimmley pointed down at the throng of worker elves that walked away from Elthloriel, much to the amazement and the chagrin of the other elven races.
From the day Sasporilla and Angelo returned to Avalon there was hardly a moment she could lift a bag or get a book from the library without a loyal house elf lending an insistent hand. Sassy was always polite though embarrassed and insistent they didn't need to assist her.
The new semester held new classes and new challenges for Sasporilla Bucket. Arithmancy and biorhythmics, were old favorites. Astrology was something new that she was interested to see about. Her most exclusive courses was wand engineering 101 with Professor Bugbey Pennywhistle. This was the maths and science half the wands program. The mirror opposite of Professor Splatterpalette’s wand design class.
The Wand engineering room was very stark with a lot of black board space, and cross reference charts tacked up on walls. Each desk ad a comfortable padded chair, a work station for books and writing as well as a
Ponyo 3400 Abbicum. Sasporilla wasn't the only arts and design student in the class. Like most from the arts, they stood out colourfully amongst the buttoned down maths and science crowd, even amongst wizarding folk. As opposite as everything the class seemed to be, between the engineering side of Wands from the Arts and design side of wands, the Professors were what was the farthest thing apart.
Professor Bugbey Pennywhistle was an old man in tightly buttoned up robes with a bow tie. His closely clipped white hair and clean-shaven face were devoid of emotion. His presentation was informative but he droned on so, hour after hour, enough to put even the most enthusiastic pupil to sleep.
"The most common and accepted relative engineering equation for wand making," professor Pennywhistle droned as the self writing chalk followed along with him on the black board, " is Wand wood type over wand wood length plus core type over tuning is equal to the harmonic with the witch or wizard."
Sasporilla raised her hand. Professor Pennywhistle pointed to her, "Yes? You have a question?"
"Yes professor." Sasporilla asked. "This seems at best... impractical? A wand maker would have to make thousands of wands on the off chance of finding a witch or wizard to harmonically attune with?"
"Yes." Professor Pennywhistle nodded. "That is the way wands have been made for a thousand years. Since the time of Merlin. It works for all wand makers. Shipp, Cleveland, Buckleberry, Olivander, to name a few. Why change now?"
"Then may I ask a related Question sir?" Sasporilla asked.
"Of you feel you must." Professor Pennywhistle sighed.
"What is it about the witch or wizard that harmonizes with the wand?" Sasporilla asked.
"That is an excellent question." Professor Bugbey Pennywhistle came very close to smiling. "We have no idea. There are many theories. Perhaps it's the aura, the life energy of the caster. Perhaps the casters biorhythmic cycle. Another theory says it could have to do with astrology and the placement pf planets on the day you were born. If you'd like to hear my own theory..."
The bell rang and class was over. Professor Bugbey Pennywhistle packed up his attaché case and strolled off as if he'd not been in the middle of an explanation, or had a care in the world.
Sasporilla sat there her mouth hanging open and started to laugh. Her professors were on completely different ends of the spectrum but one thing was for sure... neither was from this world!
Sassy stood up and started to collect her things when a voice called to her from the back of the room. "Excuse me Ms.Bucket?";
Sassy looked around to see Professor Pennywhistles TA approaching her. He was a cute boy she guessed, for an engineering student and a nerd. "May I have a moment of your time."
"Mr.Lazarus you can have two." Sassy smiled kissing her boy friend.
"I just wanted to let you know that I've networked your Abbicum in here to the one in the arts class. That way, when you have moments to work on your wand project in either class you can find on there."
"Thank you Angelo." Sasporilla smiled. "That was very sweet of you. What's your next class?"
"I'm TA'ing all morning then I have Technomancy this after lunch. Want to have lunch before class?"
"Can't." Sassy grimaced. "Late lunch. I have a noon class. Political history of the Magi world."
"Sounds like loads of fun." Angelo smirked. "With who?"
" Professor Phenix." Sasporilla smiled.
"She's a friend." Angelo whispered in Sassy's ear. "Josie can be a source of great deals of valuable information."
The political history room was a circular amphitheater with a single stage in the center. Professor Phenix needed no walls, no chalkboards to write upon. Only the stories of old to recount. The facts told in tales that held her student’s enthralled for a few hours every day.
Professor Phenix was a tall thin woman with long dark hair. She spoke with an Australian accent and always had a smile for those who wanted to learn. She took center stage with her usual quiet deliberate grace.
"Good afternoon class." Professor Phoenix said drawing her wand from her long red flamed robes. "OSTENTO" the professor cast.
A globe of the world of Avalon formed above her.
"Our world, whole, natural. Unpolluted by border or political influence." Professor Phenix sighed as the globe stretched out to form a flat world map. "When the Magi first came to Avalon there was not a great love between all magical beings here. Magi, Elf folk, Fae and the wild all struggled against each other for dominance. Battle after battle, war after war. For no good reason. Petty victories, for little Kings, of tiny hills. Then came Calsepherus, the Magi who brought peace and order between the warring factions and negotiated these borders, proportioning the world into generous pieces for the Elves, Fae Folk and the wild beasts of Avalon while taking only this very tiny section here for the Magi and Avalon City."
There was great applause from the students at the proud history of their proud history.
"Yes it is a delightful faery story to tell your children around the fire on a cold stormy night." Professor Phenix smiled like she had a devilish little secret. "And it's all HOGWASH!"
The class gasped as the professor erased the bordered of Avalon city bringing the other three areas together.
"When we arrived, as Magi in Avalon," Professor Phenix smiled. "These were the borders that had existed for millennia before. Calsepherus was not the great peacemaker we are lead to believe. He was a racist who hated non-magical humans, or any one and any thing that stood against him for that matter, and would let nothing interfere with his plans to conquer a world of his own. He devised a spell to find a world high in magic and bridge the gap to it! It lead him here! Of course once he got here with his followers, this world was already inhabited."
"Yes!" One of the students shouted outraged. "And he negotiated! It's in all the books!!!"
"So it must be absolutely true!" Professor Phenix yelled back. "But is it in the text book you have been assigned to read? HMMMM? NOOOO??? May I continue? Calsepherus was NOT a man of peace. He was not an explorer. He was not a great negotiator! He was a CONQUEROR, A DESTROYER and a MURDERER. He took the land this city and this university is on by force, by war. There was so much blood shed in a single day that other races retreated allowing the Wizards to erect walls around what would become their strong hold and eventually our city."
"Lies." An angry student said thumping their books closed, gathering them up and walking out of class.
"Lies are what you have been taught!" Professor Phenix shouted after him. "It's a shame that you believed them then and won't hear the truth now."
Sadly the professor was used to losing one or more students a class to what they considered her seditious teachings. The facts may go against the propaganda but facts were the facts and the University and the dean was on her side.
"Now then, where were we?" Professor Phenix smiled. "Oh yes... the treaty of Avalon...."
Not surprising it was a case of the Wizards took what they wanted through brutality and trickery but agreed to a very small area for themselves. Why? Can anyone tell me why Calsepherus chose this area?"
Sasporilla raised her hand.
"Yes Ms.Bucket is it?" Professor Phenix asked.
"Yes Professor," Sasporilla stood, "It is my understanding that contrary to popular belief, Calsepherus wanted this area because it is the heart of magical power for the world. Though the source has never been found nor that theory never proven."
"Hogwash." A student said.
"Trogswaddle." Another laughed.
"Correct." Professor Phenix smiled. "Obviously someone’s done the reading. Now let's get into the treaty and how the Monarchy was formed, the council that advises our King and Queen... oh and just for fun, let's take a look at the other councils of this world and how they compare. Like the High council of Elves and how the worker elves have never held a seat upon it?"
**********************
Jorge soared high above the spires of the monolithic buildings of Avalon city. The warming spring currents wafting up from below made a comfortable cushion to glide upon in the cool early spring air. Jorge shook his tail feathers left and right, to correct his course ever so slightly, in beat to the Latin tunes on his walk-man.
Something appeared against the whispy ahead. With his goggles on Jorge’s vision was as sharp as an eagles. An owl flew straight towards him at high speed. Jorge wondered why the owl was flying straight at him and wasn't moving over. There was plenty of sky? Enough for every bird! Jorge swerved at the last second to avoid colliding with large snowy owl in mid air!
"Why don't jou look where jou're going air hog!" Jorge yelled over his wing at the owl.
"I'm a Royal owl you pink peasant chicken." The owl screeled, "keep out of my way."
Jorge cursed the owl with string very naughty verbal expletives until he flew out of sight.
It was the sound of loud flapping heavy wings that brought the flamingo's attention forward again. Jorge's eyes bulged wide as he flew face first into a flock of Thestral’s. Where had they come from? He had passed over the boundaries of Avalon city and was now over the wild lands. They must come from the forest below. Jorge lifted his feet to avoid the head of the lead stallion. The flamingo struggled to get to his feet as flapped his wings, his behind bouncing up and down off the head, down the back and off the rump of the Thestral.
"WOHA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!" Jorge shouted as he bounced in and through the flock. "Sorry, pardon me, pardon me, excuse me. My fault, excuse me, Sorry!"
Much to Jorge's surprise he made it over, down and through the Thestral flock with nary a scratch. It was too busy higher up, so Jorge dove down closer to skim the tree tops. The first early buds of spring were just bursting through on the highest branches. They always made Jorge smile.
Jorge rolled happily in the midmorning air as an arrow shot past his shoulder.
"What the?" Jorge questioned rolling up right as another shot to close to his tail feathers. "Ok mang, I have had jus' about enough of dis day!"
The Flamingo poured on the speed as swerved above the tree tops avoiding the arrows from the centaur hunting him below.
"Go away pesky centaur!" Jorge yelled lifting his tail feathers and letting loose with a birds greatest and abundant weapon, hitting the centaur right in the face.
It wasn't much farther to the Silver Spruce. A giant tree in the center of the Elven forest entwined with an architecture graceful and ancient. Elthloriel, city of the Elves and the center of Elven government, the High council of Elves.
Jorge landed on a messenger pad and walked in. He dug a wing into his bag and pulled out the envelope Sasporilla had entrusted him with. A small worker elf met the flamingo at the door and held out his hand.
"Your message?" The elf asked.
"I am to deliver it in person to High Chancellor Eldin." Jorge insisted holding the envelope back. "Then I am to wait for a responce."
"Sorry." The elf shook his head. "You bring mail. I take mail. I give mail. My job!"
"This letter is from Queen Sasporilla!" Jorge whispered to the worker elf.
"From she who bows before us?" The worker elf’s eyes opened wide. "Why did you not say!!! I will lead you in person! Priority messenger!"
The little elf waddled as he toddled his way down the halls, Jorge in tow. The fine elven carvings and inlay in the architecture was very impressive. Even to a flamingo of Jorge's humble origin.
"I can not wait to tell Windy I guided a special messenger for our Queen today!" The elf smiled.
"What is your name?" Jorge asked?
"Me?" The elf asked surprised. "Dimmley sir"
"I'm Jorge." The flamingo smiled. "Queen Sasporilla's personal mail flamingo. I'll tell her how you helped me here today."
"Oh! Thank you sir!" Dimmley bowed. "I'm honored!"
"No Dimmley." Jorge said straightening the elf up and bowing before him. "You are helping me. It is I who owe you my thanks and like our Queen, I am your humble servant."
A tear formed in the corner Dimmley's eye. "You don't know what such words mean to those such as we. Let my Queen know that Dimmley and the whole Gwilley clan are loyal to her."
"You can count on me to deliver your message Dimmley." Jorge smiled.
The pair stopped at the end of a long hallway with a tall set of double doors. With a single knock, Dimmley pushed open the double doors and waddled into the great chamber where a council meeting was in session.
Elves from all the great houses sat in thrones crafted by ancient craftsmen long forgotten. Each one having a tale all it's own but the true tales of their craftsmanship lost to time. Eldin, the High Chancellor of the council of Elves sat in the center in a throne of white. He was a High elf of purest blood. Tall and thin, with piercing blue eyes, long white hair, long pointed ears and long thin features. The others present were Ivash of the Forest elves, Shorlap of the Sea elves, Konnm of the Mountain Elves, Iceen of the Snow elves, Sashha of the Desert elves and Keldar of the Jungle elves.
"Announcing a special messenger for High Chancelor Eldin!" Dimmley announced loudly walking over quite formally and purposefully to the High Chancellor’s side, stomping his feet to signify his dutiful arrival. Jorge copied the little elves double stomp catching the Councils attention as he handed over the letter.
The High Chancelor took the letter from the flamingo with curious contempt. He didn't like interruptions especially for something others deemed important, that he rarely deemed anything more than mediocre.
As High Chancelor Eldin read the message his face got twisted into a bizarre combination of out right surprise and mocking sneer.
"The insolence!" High Chancellor Eldin said throwing the message to the floor where Dimmley quickly snatched it up.
"What was it?" Konnm of the Mountain Elves demanded to know.
"The new Worker elf Queen wondered why she was not summoned to this council meeting? Wonders why there is no Seat on the council for a worker elf Representative? And demands this be rectified by next council meeting."
"Or what?" Shorlap of the Sea elves asked.
"She made no threat." The High Chancelor laughed. "Just an empty demand."
"The courier requires a responce High Chancelor." Dimmley asked humbly.
"Is this the bearer of bad news?" The high Chancelor chuckled along with the council. "You go tell the house elf queen to fetch her masters slippers and leave the leading of real elves to the Leaders!"
Dimmley looked as if he were about to explode. His face turned deep red and smoke rose from behind each ear. With a sigh Jorge reached inside his bag and pulled out a pink crystal pad and tossed it in the center of the circle of thrones. The image of Sasporilla Bucket, a rather plain unassuming girl with pink hair, dressed in purple and pink robes with a purple and pink cloak appeared life size before them.
"Hello." The image smiled politely. "It is my honour and privilege to address the Elven council. I wish I could have been there in person but I was not invited and our people have no voice on your council. As your watching this, your High Chancelor has openly mocked my humble request to be included as perhaps have some, most or all of you. I understand that you look down upon the worker elves. After all, what are we in your society? The High elves designed the great elven city of Elthloriel. However it was worker elves who built it. You wear the finest of magical elven robes woven from the fabric of magic itself by weaver elves. Everything you own, sit on, eat from, live in, wear, have been made by worker elves. We build everything, grow everything, craft everything, cook your meals, raise your children, wash your clothes, keep your secrets... you don't want us to have an equal voice in the council? Then you don't need our help at all!!! From this day forward all worker elves, assigned to helping in elf tasks, are asked by me to stop serving the other elven races and come work on a top secret project to better the worker elf people. Until such a time as the elves gain enough respect for us that they apologize and grant us a fair and equal seat on the Council of Elves."
With a while of pink energy the gem went dark. Jorge turned to walk out of the council chamber.
"Stop!" The high Chancelor commanded. "Guards seize this bird!"
Two elven guards grabbed Jorge by the wings roughly as he squawked.
"Cut off his head and send it back to the new house elf Queen as my formal answer." The chancellor snarled. "Along with the ears of EVERY worker elf who refuses to work!"
The guards drew their swords and swung back to get a good clean slice at the flamingo, but with an unseen snap of Dimmley's fingers the swords smacked sideways into each of their thick helmeted heads, knocking them unconscious.
Jorge took off running as the doors to the chamber locked shut. The flamingo squawked terrified as he ran around the chamber his wings out stretched. Councilors tried grabbing the large pink bird but hr bobbed right and weaved left.
"Float like a butter fly, sting like a bee," Jorge squawked, "I'm a flamingo, jou can't catch me!"
As Jorge headed for an open window two guards stepped in front of it crossing long silver spears. The sudden weight of Dimmley hopping of the Flamingo's back drew his attention momentarily as the grinning worker elf snapped his fingers spinning the guards away. Jorge and Dimmley leapt through the open window to freedom beyond. As they soared away Dimmley pointed down at the throng of worker elves that walked away from Elthloriel, much to the amazement and the chagrin of the other elven races.
Professor PHENIX is based after my wonderful friend Josie who owns and operates the PHOENIX BOOK CAFE in KLAGENFURT AUSTRIA! ( Link in our Diagon Alley Section) Originally from Australia =, she found herself in Austria... I suspect because someone at the airline couldn't read! Any way She fell in love stayed there opened a business and had a wonderful family!!! Josie is one of the most Kind and caring people I know on this planet. There are so very few. More people should be as honest, forth right and decent as our Josie!
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