Pink wings, actually magenta wings, they’re a darker pink-red than normal. Blue threads of color tip the tops of my wings and yellow paths texture the magenta coloring. The bottom of my wings are tipped with orange.
Long brown hair. Just brown, waist length hair with curls clear at the end.
Freckles, brown eyes, a big smile (almost always a smile).
Tiny feet, tan skin, busy hands.
I often wear a pedal skirt. (Pedal skirts look like grass skirts, however they are not grass. Pedal skirts are made of flower pedals that were cut in half and fastened onto a elastic band. All Fairin wear them.) Brown side bag. Blue shirt.
That’s me. A fairy sparrow. I suppose that is how Jayd described me to the planners of this whole crazy expedition. They’re nuts, no, practically insane, to pick me! Me!
The plan is simple. Get the baby panda, save him from his evil country, bring him safely home, and raise him.
They said, ‘all we need is a smart, witty person with brains and the ability to move and think fast.’
Yeah. That’s me?
The girl who sits for hours. The girl who only notices simple things (but never big things). I didn’t even notice Dad had a new bird for a week! And he went out to ride it every day! I forgot we moved and went to our old home once. When I got there, I literally thought that my family had been murdered and the people living there were crooks! There’s a reason why James and I aren’t very good friends! Yet, what do you do when someone tells you they now live in your house and your family is gone? After all, I had lived there the day before!
I like goats. Reading, resting, and watching the world around me are my favorite things to do.
Quick witted? Fast moving? Not me. Never.
But while I freak out you may be wondering what the ‘adventure’ is that they want me to go on. I’ll explain.
Seventeen years ago the leaders of Shlavo decided they were letting no one in and no one out, you could not leave their country or enter it.
So what you say?
Well, we are kind of in a stressful situation. Queen Asha and many other country rulers are fighting an enemy that has half or more of the world. He is trying to take over to be what he calls ‘the high lord’. If he takes over, he will destroy the world! He is going strong and we still do not know how to beat him. And the pandas are an irreplaceable link to winning the war.
The wisest and most cultured creatures in the world are pandas. Their guidance is vital to us all. Yet, they live only in Shlavo. Shlavo.The country of strong war, immense regions, confusing languages, many people, and practically the best technology. But they decided to cut off from EVERYONE! (Also they will punish, with immediate death, anyone who bothers them.) They are merciless, confusing, have hundreds of guards, and no strangers are ever allowed in! (Plus they dislike Fairin.) We live our way and our way only. Instead of mixing cultures and coming up with weird ideas like they do, we live like we lived at the beginning of time. And we do not agree on very many things!
The Fairin are obviously strangers! However, despite that fact, I am supposed to go into the middle of the country to get the panda. They killed, KILLED, all the others and are raising this one because, and only because, the Queen saw it in the woods and thought it was cute! I need to get the panda and be out of the country before the Queen notices.
1 to 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 chance I will live!
Either I could say no and go back to my peaceful life, enjoy my birds, flowers, and pets. Or go get killed.
So of course I did the wise thing and asked the wisest person I know for advice.
“MOM!” I wailed. “Did you hear all that!? I mean, yes, Asha just personally visited me, but basically to sign my death warrant! What should I do? Get killed? I mean really! What do you think should I do? Something might kill me. Or I’ll wreck the whole plan! It’ll fail! All because of me! They need a calm, collected person. Someone who knows what they are doing should go . . . and, just, anyone that’s not me! Don’t you agree!?”
Mom’s eyes closed in thought, deep thoughts of the perils her precious daughter would go through, she considered the dangers, the pain, and the certain death I would face. Her eyes opened and she stared at me with wise, intelligent eyes.
“But, Islyn!” She stated. “To serve one’s country and people is the greatest honor ever!”
Oh great! Now my Mom wants me killed too!