Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Anne’s day out

Chapter 30: Anne's day out

In the mythical forest of Erven, there lives a small pixie. She is a trickster pixie, make no mistake. Yet, once she cons a hunter, will she finally see the error of her ways?

I nudge the beehive over the bear, and then begin to knock on it. After which, I scram. I can hear the bear, which was sleeping under the tree, leg it. I smile brightly, and wait for the screen to appear.

[Villain points +5

Current balance: 100.

Turn into a human for a day?

Y/N?]

Oh, this is new. Who'd know I can turn into a human, eh? Just imagining all the people, I can prank, as a human, makes me giggle. I click the yes, and then wait for the mana to envelop me. Just because I don't want a heavy fall, I land on the ground first.

Hm, I don't look any different from before. I even have on the same old dress; I wore just before the transformation. Just how did it become big? Well, the one thing I don't have, are my wings. But, hey, who needs them? The human village is not far from here.

As I walk towards the village, I think about all the mischief I can get down to, once I am there. On the way, I see a hut. Hm, a little practice before the main performance? Why not!

I have been to this hut before. In it lives a hunter. His wife died just last winter. I remember not pranking him for months, while he mourned. I mean, some harmless fun is ok, but being fiendish is in poor taste.

Just as I am about to walk away, head bowed, I hear a call from the door.

"Fair lady, are you lost? I have some stew in a pot, and fresh water," the voice of the hunter carries. He almost sounds jolly. Does that mean, that I can prank him now? I dare to hope.

I move to him, and he lets me inside his hut. The place is a bit dusty, but not by much. Just, the windows are dirty, though. They barely let in light. I hum, and then sit by his table.

"Thank you, dear hunter. What payment would you like for the food?" I ask him because I want to see if he doesn't have any ulterior motives in mind.

"Well, you can see the state of this house. I hate to ask it of you, but can you perhaps wash my windows? Now, I will give you a bowl of pottage even if you don't. But it would be nice of you," he tells me, and I nod. Oh, I'll wash his windows, all right. Wash them really good.

As we eat, he steals glances at me. I smile each and every time. When we are done, he gets up, picks up his bow, and then leaves. All right, time to prank.

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First, I wash the dishes because I still feel sorry for him, ok? But then, it is time for the windows. I giggle, and then look around for paint. I find a bucket with the stuff, and then open it.

Only to see that there is no paint in the bucket, but fairy pollen. I try to close the bucket, but I have already inhaled the pollen. With that, I am incapable to do much else, but to get about washing the windows.

For, fairy pollen, despite the name, can ensnarl even pixies, like me. Just how did he know that I can become a human? Why did he have the pollen for? When I am done with the windows, he comes back.

"That was for spooking the deer herd, two years ago," he tells me with a smirk, as I finally turn back into a pixie.

"You will pay for that," I yell at him, as I fly off. His chuckles follow me for a while, until I put the hut behind me.

Days pass, and I can't let the humiliation of having to wash windows, while under the fairy pollen, out of my mind. I must do something. I haven't pranked anyone in days. It is too dangerous to go back to the hunter. But I can pay a visit to the bee hive. Surely, it is safe there.

Just as I am about to touch the beehive, I smell it. Fairy pollen. I stay in midair, and can't even move.

"Hm, I knew I would find you in here, little trickster," I hear the hunter's voice, and before I know it, I am in a jar. There is a cloth, too heavy for me to lift, on the lid. "Time for you to come home with me. I think that you should be reprogrammed."

I don't know what he is talking about, but when we enter the hut, and I see the old wizard whose potion I spoiled by adding salt, I get a bad feeling in my stomach. Just what does reprogramming mean?

Anne is just a pixie, but she is not a good pixie. Those who prank, should always fear the retribution that would come from the pranked. For Anne, that retribution came with a servitude contract for the hunter.

Nowadays, her system levels her up, when she manages to wipe the windows in record time, or to dust the entire hut. She bows her head, knowing full well that she brought it on herself.

Yet, a part of her still hopes that she could go back to her old life. Back when she could prank just about anyone, and get away with it. One day, the hunter dies, and she is free.

Instead of her flying back to her pond, she buries him, tends to his grave, and realizes the dark truth about her contract. She would never be free. Not even now, that the hunter is deep in the ground.

But such is the fate of a prankster pixie. A pixie, who has lost all hope. A pranked pixie.

 

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