The Fae Calls
Hail Sam
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The Fae Calls
HailSam
Copyright 2020 HailSam
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Names have power, did you know that?
“Elliott the Elephant, Elliott the Eleman,” the little boy sang as he dragged along a sled through the Wintery wonderland. He was dressed in a puffed up jacket, red scarf, and a cap, his snow boots crunching with each step. His breath puffed ahead of him as the sled left trenches behind them, the sun leaving the sky as fast as it had appeared. The trees had started to appear scary, and so the little boy had started his walk home.
“Elliott?” came a whispery voice, and the little boy stopped, the sled bumping into the back of his heels. He stared into the forest, the creeping tree limbs reaching out to him like his grandfather’s long spindly fingers.
“Elliott,” he repeated. “My name’s Elliott.”
“Elliott, the elephant.”
“Yeah, that’s what my mom says,” he looked from the dark void to the trail in front of him, the warm home up ahead with smoke curling from the chimney appealing to him more and more. “I gotta go, though. See ya.”
“See you, Elliott.” The wind rustled, several dead and broken leaves scattering out and hitting his coat, and he started off just a little faster. There was something about the way the trees moved, the way the voice echoed…it was…not nice. Yes, not nice at all.
At home, his mother made soup and mashed potatoes, as they were preparing a big dinner for Christmas. Grandpa and Grandma and all the aunties and uncles would come, so they had to ‘keep hold’ of all the food, his mother said. That night she tucked him in, turning on the nightlight. “Good night, Elliott the Elephant,” she sang, settling on the bed and gently brushing his hair from his eyes. “Elliott the Eleman, such a friendly friendly man~”