FICTION: Magee and Rolof

“What do you mean Blez would accept the bairn?” Rolof’s arms flew to the air and hung upside down on the low willow’s branch. ”She is but a wee one an’ a stubborn mule at that!” He crossed his arms in a huff. “As I said Rolof, she is a special child with great power; Blez finds it a challenge to train her.” Magee pulled Rolof’s foot and he fell to the grass face first. He let out an unpleasant grunt picking his self-up. ”Why are you in such a fret about it?” She added climbing up to sit were Rolof’s once hung. He leaned on the branch crossing his ankles and arms and pouted. ”You know very well, my sweet Magee, I wanted tae work with the great Blez, why should that little…child have the privilege!” Magee smirked, “You selfish imp, you know you don’t have the power!” Rolof glared at her a moment then smirked also. ”Aye with that you be right.”
 A great horn sliced through the air. Rolof and Magee jumped in alarm. Magee grinned wide, Rolof didn’t. Magee jumped down from the tree and gripped Rolof’s wrist. “Rolof!” Magee exclaimed, “ Rolof! The Wizard is here!” Rolof rolled his eyes and allowed him to be dragged by the petit fair girl. He had not the slightest idea why all the girls swooned of the “Powerful and handsome” Wizard. He frowned with this thought but kept up. He was a skinny lanky boy with pointed ears and a crooked tooth. He had longish curly brown locks and hazel eyes. His skin was tan, and rough. He was a Moore Child’s spawn. Mischievous and deserving, the Moore Children are, he is but a fraction.

Magee was quite the opposite, which made them look like an odd couple walking beside each other. She had fair pale skin, almost translucent. She had a soft round face that seemed to always be flushed. Her hair was the most unique part of her. It was long in a braid and nearly white. It grew far quicker than any other girl’s. Her eyes were bright blue, “pools from the sea”, many people have said. She was short, nearly five feet tall, and dainty, almost fragile.

Rolof reflected on their first memory together as he watched her let go of his wrist and run ahead to the crowd in the street.

Magee was playing in the Fairy Field, only a child of 7. She came across a fox hole and heard a shuffle inside.  When she stuck her hand in, she found a little Rolof, mangy and filthy. He clung to her from that day, always by her side.