Fairy Metal Thunder (Songs of Magic, #1) (3 page)

“Jason?” Katie asked. She stood in the
doorway of the living room in her Bert and Ernie pajamas.

“What is it, Katie?”

“Um…” She fidgeted, looking nervous.

“What’s wrong? You should be sleeping.”

“I know, but…there’s a monster.”

Jason sighed and put his guitar down. “Did
you have a bad dream?”

“It’s not a dream! I saw it go into Mom and
Dad’s room.”

“If it’s not in your room, you don’t have
anything to worry about.”

“But I could be next!” Katie looked
terrified.

“You’re completely safe, Katie. There’s no
monster.”

“Is too!”

“Okay.” Jason stood up and stretched. “Let’s
go check it out. I’ll show you there’s nothing to be scared
of.”

“Thanks, Jason.” She took his hand as he
walked toward the steps, something she hadn’t done in a couple of
years. She really was frightened.

They walked upstairs and to the end of the
short hall in their split-level house. Katie stayed back, clinging
to the frame of her bedroom door, while Jason approached the master
bedroom.

“See, Katie?” he said. “Mom and Dad’s door is
still closed. How could a monster get into their room?”

“He just went puff,” Katie said.

“He went puff, huh?” Jason said. He had no
idea what that meant, but Katie had a very busy imagination.

Jason pushed open the door to his parents’
room and glanced inside. “See, Katie, there’s no….”

But Jason
had
seen something. He
looked again.

There it was—a small creature, about two feet
high, standing on his parents’ dresser. It looked like a tiny
person, dressed in a ratty, dirty wool overcoat, with a woolen cap
pulled low over its eyes. Its pudgy green hands pawed through his
mother’s jewelry box. Jason watched the creature drop a pair of
ruby earrings into a pocket of its coat.

“Hey!” Jason said.

The little creature jumped and spun around to
face him. Its face was green and ugly, with an underbite, its eyes
big and yellow under the low bill of the cap.

“What are you?” Jason asked.

The thing growled a little, then disappeared
in a puff of green smoke. It reappeared in the space in front of
the dresser, near the bottom drawer, and landed on its feet, which
were clad in small, badly cracked leather shoes. It ran across the
carpet to the window. It disappeared in another green puff, then
reappeared standing on the windowsill.

“Stop!” Jason yelled. “Give that back!”

The little creature stuck out its dark green
tongue at Jason, then disappeared with another puff of smoke. It
reappeared on the little ledge outside the window, waved at Jason
with a smile full of yellow, crooked teeth, and then hopped out of
sight.

“Hey!” Jason ran to the window and opened it.
He saw the creature blink in and out of visibility as it tumbled to
the back yard, leaving a trail of green smoke fading in the
air.

Jason hurried out of his parents’ room, past
Katie, who was crouching behind her door, poking out her head.

“Did you see the monster?” she whispered.

“Don’t worry, I chased it away.” Jason
started down the steps. “But it stole some jewelry from Mom. I’ll
go get it back.”

Katie stepped out of her room and walked to
the top stair.

“Can I come?” she asked.

“No, Katie! Wait here. I’ll be right
back.”

“But I want to come with!” Katie crossed her
arms and pouted.

“No! I’m serious, Katie.”

Jason ran through the living room and out
onto their concrete slab of a patio. He saw the little green man
trampling through a flower bed at the edge of the yard. The
creature reached the neighbor’s split-rail fence and puffed through
it.

Jason raced to the fence and leaped over.
When his shoes hit the ground, the creature turned its green face
to look back at him, snarled, and put on speed. It puffed in and
out of sight, jumping forward about a foot each time.

Jason hurried to keep up as the creature shot
forward across his neighbor’s lawns. The little thing could move
fast, but Jason had much longer legs than it did, and he gained on
the creature.

He was determined to catch it, and not just
to recover his mother’s stolen earrings. If this little monster was
the one who’d been stealing jewelry all over town, then it might
have Erin’s necklace, too. Jason could already imagine how happy
Erin would be when Jason returned it to her.

He chased the creature into Mrs. Gottfried’s
yard, which was full of toy windmills and fake plastic birds. Jason
caught up with it and reached one hand down to grab the creature by
the scruff of its neck. Then the creature disappeared in another
green puff, and Jason realized too late that the little monster had
led him directly toward a low stone bench. Jason was running too
fast to stop.

His shins cracked into the bench, and Jason
spilled forward, falling among a family of plastic ducks.

Ahead of him, the little creature turned and
laughed, revealing its crooked yellow teeth again. Its laughter
sounded like a hyena.

By the time Jason scrambled to his feet, the
green creature was across Mrs. Gottfried’s lawn and puffing its way
across the main road outside Jason’s neighborhood.

Jason chased him through three more
neighborhoods, activating motion-detector lights here and there
when he came too close to a house. The little green guy seemed to
have no effect on the motion detectors—they only clicked to life
when Jason passed.

Then Jason chased him down an overgrown trail
through the woods. The green creature reached a brick wall ahead,
stuck its tongue out at Jason while waving the stolen earrings,
then vanished in a puff of smoke.

Jason reached the wall and slapped his hands
uselessly against it. The wall was ten feet high, covered in moss
and mold. Jason realized it was the wall around Mrs. Dullahan’s
yard.

“Come back here!” Jason yelled. He thought he
heard a hyena-ish giggle on the other side.

Jason picked one of the tall old trees next
to the wall and climbed it as quickly as he could. He scrambled out
on a thick limb over the wall, struggling to catch his breath. He’d
been running nonstop.

Below him, the deep black shadows of Mrs.
Dullahan’s yard were scarcely pierced by the thin moonlight. It was
inhabited by big old oak trees, almost as dense as a forest. The
few patches of ground he could see were overgrown with tall weeds
as thick as bamboo, and for a moment he was just glad he didn’t
have to mow her yard for her.

Then Jason saw a streak of weeds ripple, as
if a rabbit were dashing between them.

He didn’t have time to find a safe way down.
Jason held his breath and dropped from the limb into the darkness
below.

Something hard and wooden, the size of a
shoebox, crunched under his ribs as he slammed into the ground.

Jason rolled up to his feet and looked at his
aching side. He’d landed on what looked like a carved wooden
squirrel, its mouth and eyes wide with fright. The fearful
expression was heightened by that face that Jason had just broken
its head from its body.

Looking around, his eyes adjusting to the
shadows and moonlight, he saw more little wooden creatures—toads
and rabbits and even a full-size deer. A wooden owl perched on a
limb overhead.

All around him, little paths paved with moss
twisted through the high weeds.

The paths snaked across the yard, curving
across each other at little intersections. Each path ended at one
of the giant old trees, at ornate little doors no more than a foot
or two high, which appeared to be built into the tree trunks. He
saw the little green creature scurry through an arched green door
in a dark elm tree. It pulled the door most of the way shut.

Jason jumped after him, grabbing the tiny
knob just before the door closed. The brass doorknob was the size
of a child’s marble in his fingers.

“Hey, come back!” Jason yelled. He pulled the
door open, but the little green creature was nowhere in sight.

The interior of the tree was hollow. A series
of roots formed a kind of staircase that spiraled down below the
tree, out of sight.

“You’re kidding,” Jason said. He looked up at
the dark shape of Mrs. Dullahan’s house against the night sky.
Maybe she wasn’t a witch, but there was definitely something
strange going on at her place.

Jason stuck his head into the open door. He
looked up, into the hollow shaft of the tree, but it was completely
dark.

Below, around the bend of the root-steps, he
saw the slight glow of distant light. He could hear the faintest
hint of music, and smell traces of wet, blossoming flowers and
baking bread in the air.

He put his hands inside the tree and crept
forward as far as he could. He scrunched his shoulders and squeezed
deeper inside, looking a little further around the curve.

Somehow, he was able to fit even more of
himself through the door, as if it expanded slightly for him. He
crawled further down and around the root-and-dirt staircase,
worried that the little green creature might pop out and hit him,
or maybe bite him in the nose, but he was too curious to stop
now.

The curving space seemed to widen even more
as he crawled forward, so he could let his shoulders relax and
spread out. He crawled down another twist of the steps, and then he
was completely inside the tree.

The stairwell grew even wider as he moved
forward on his hands and knees. The walls were made of packed dirt
and more tree roots, and a few fireflies provided some light along
the way. These fireflies were much larger and brighter than any
he’d seen before, and their light was red and orange.

He crawled around and around, and soon the
stairwell was wide enough for him to stand, though he had to almost
double over, his back brushing against the ceiling.

He followed it down and down, around and
around. Had it been a staircase in a building, he would have
descended five or six stories by now. He kept going.

Finally, after hundreds of steps, he reached
a door. He seemed to be standing inside the round shaft of the tree
trunk, though he should have been deep underground now, far below
the roots of the elm tree. Golden sap dripped along the heartwood
walls. His hands were covered in the sticky stuff, and probably his
shirt, which felt glued to his back.

The door in front of him looked just like the
green arched door he’d entered above, except much larger. He would
still have to duck his head to pass through it, but he wouldn’t
need to crawl.

Jason touched the brass doorknob, and then he
hesitated. None of this made any sense. How could there be such a
long staircase under the tree? And where could this door possibly
lead? Was he going to be attacked by a bunch of angry little green
creatures on the other side?

Then he remembered his purpose—recover Erin’s
necklace, and his mom’s earrings, from the little green creature,
who was probably still running away from him.

Jason took a deep breath and pushed open the
little door.

The door opened onto a cobblestone road
curving through a dark forest. A number of the trees beside the
road had little doors built into them. Jason turned and saw that
he’d just emerged from a tree himself. He looked up along the trunk
and saw it branched out into little limbs overhead, like a normal
tree. Impossible. How could it be connected to the tree in Mrs.
Dullahan’s yard?

It was nighttime, but the forest was
illuminated by swarms of fireflies, which glowed in a bright
spectrum of winking colors—shimmering gold, fire-red, sunset
orange.

He stepped onto the road, and a wooden cart
came clattering around the bend. It was drawn by a pair of shaggy
blue goats, and driven by what looked like a small girl with long
sapphire blue hair that streamed out behind her like a cape.

“Out of the way, road-troll!” she shouted,
and Jason scrambled back off the road. As she rocketed past, he
thought he saw a pair of waxy, gossamer wings protruding from her
shoulder blades. Little glass bottles full of frothy blue milk
gleamed in the cart behind her, packed into place with golden
hay.

Jason watched her clatter away around the
next bend. She passed a low figure in a ratty woolen coat and hat,
who strolled along the side of the road. It looked exactly like the
little green man Jason had been chasing, only it was three or four
feet tall now. Clearly, the creature believed it had escaped Jason.
It was even whistling while it walked.

Jason ran up behind it. The creature heard
his footsteps and looked back with a smirk, but then it gasped and
its yellow eyes widened when it saw Jason. The creature lowered his
head and began to run.

“Stop!” Jason yelled. He grabbed the
creature’s arm, turned it around to face him, and then lifted it up
by its shoulders.

“You can’t be here!” The creature struggled
in his grasp, kicking at Jason’s chest and stomach. “You must go
back!”

“Where are we?” Jason asked.

“You don’t know?” The creature breathed a
sigh of relief. “Good. Good. Just go back and forget all that
you’ve seen.”

“No. You stole something from my house.”

“Ah, yes.” The creature reached into one of
the many pockets in his coat and brought out the ruby earrings.
“There you are. Now take them and leave. Go back through the same
door. Your life is in danger as long as you’re here.”

“And the necklace,” Jason said.

“Necklace, necklace…I don’t believe I took
a necklace from your house, young sir.”

“Erin’s necklace. Gold and emeralds.”

“Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“You know you stole it from Erin a few days
ago,” Jason said. He gave the little creature a shake. “Give it
back.”

“Yes, yes! Anything’s possible. Just put me
down so I can check my pockets.”