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Burdensome Birds

December 31, 2012

Hlín looked at her vegetables proudly. For a gnome who’d not seen sunlight until she was already almost an adult, she was pleased with her green fingers! And there was something especially good about growing vegetables and cooking nice things with them. She looked over the neat rows once more and was about to go indoors for a well earned Coba Cola when a hesitant voice hailed her from over towards the market.

“Excuse me, I hope I’m not interrupting, but could I possibly get you to come and resurrect my friend? Only, he got distracted, and these birds, well, they picked him up, and, well, he can’t fly. So he kind of fell… He’s just over there, it’s really close.”

Hlín looked at the warrior’s worried gnomish face, and smiled at him. “Of course I’ll come and help,” she replied, “and I hope your friend appreciates you!”

The little warrior led her to the body of his friend and Hlín called on the power of the Light to restore him. A few moments later, friend restored, she waved away any further thanks from the happy duo, and went off and had her delayed drink.


Hlín looked at her vegetables proudly. Today’s crop looked to be a bumper one. The appearance of a ghostly human rather spoilt the effect, however. It stood there and looked at her for a bit, and then she caught on.

“You’re dead, aren’t you?” she asked, and the ghost nodded.

“And you want my help, don’t you?” she asked. Again, the ghost nodded.

“A pair of gnomes told you I’d help, right?” Another nod.

With a sigh she carefully concealed, Hlín nodded at him. “Alright, then. Lead on to your corpse.”

The ghost smiled and floated off to the south. Hlín followed. It was quite a walk, and she resolved to have a cross word with the two gnomes when next she saw them. There was still light to tend her field by, however, and Hlín forgot her aggravation as she watered her carrots.


Hlín had barely even had time to get out her watering can, let alone admire her garden, when a ghost came and stood on her carrots.

“You want my help because the birds killed you, right?” she asked, her impatience showing in her voice however hard she tried to keep it out.

The ghost nodded, looking sheepish. Well the night elf might; a druid should not die of falling!

“Fine, ok, right,” Hlín said grumpily. “Let’s go get you sorted out”.

The druid thanked her so effusively that Hlín almost forgave her for the interruption. At least until she got back to her vegetables to find yet another ghost waiting for her, stood in the wilted ruin of her carrots. It looked at her imploringly, but Hlín had had enough.

“What do you think I am?” the gnome shouted in exasperation. “A spirit healer? Leave me alone! Just go away!”

Turning her back on the ghost, she stalked into the house and slammed the door.


Hlin admired her handiwork proudly. The scarecrow stood on the hilltop, just where most of the idiots took their fatal naps. A kite plunged from the sky, struck and then landed on the ground, stunned as it discovered that the apparently tempting target was actually a very spiky lump of metal.

“That’ll teach them,” she muttered with satisfaction. Happily watching the kites stoop one after another, the succession of broken claws, damaged feathers and bent beaks she observed made her grin.

Content, she headed back to her vegetables, and spent a pleasant and peaceful afternoon hoeing.


Prompt taken from The Writer magazine

One Comment leave one →
  1. Arcturis permalink*
    January 14, 2013 10:08

    I like Hlin. An eminently practical response.

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