Excerpt: Rebuilding the Boundary

“What have you done?” A few of them whispered.
But the child wasn’t listening. He was eyeing his new toy as it swayed in the distance, not completely able to control itself anymore. The zombie stood there with one leg bent inward and drool escaping from his mouth. He had done a fantastic job with his first victim.
“Trelk, what do you have to say for yourself?” His mother asked.
Trelk fluttered in the air with his two small wings going at a hundred miles an hour. He blushed. “Did I do a good job?” He squeaked.
His father started to smile but then his wife backhanded him in the gut. “Do not encourage the boy,” she commanded.
Trelk saw his father’s smile though and fluttered higher.
“What is going on here?”
The dense tree area suddenly went still and quiet. Every faery fluttered to the ground and hushed their little ones.
“My King, please allow me to apologize.” Trelk’s mom pointed to her son. “My son has infected a human. I have always told him to never do such a thing, but some instincts cannot be sustained, it would seem.”
Denimorin, the Faery King, was a rather plump faery. His stomach was the biggest part of his body as it stuck out further than his feet. He had a long, black beard that hung to his waist and he wore a brown leaf to cover below his waist, along with a green cape made of moss that hung from his neck and down his back. He soared into the middle of those gathered and hung there in the air as everyone sat on the ground below him. “I see. Bring the boy forward.”
Trelk soared up to Denimorin without hesitation and hung in the air in front of him with a fat smile on his face.
“And what is your name, my boy?” Denimorin asked in a deep voice.
“Trelk!” He almost screamed in excitement. “And that’s my zombie!” He pointed to John who was standing outside the circle and almost knocked the King in the nose with his pointer finger.
“And a good zombie it is.”
A faery woman gracefully flew up next to Denimorin and smiled broadly at Trelk. She was tall for a faery and very slender. She wore a purple dress made from flowers and her red hair fell below her waist. Her wings were a mix of silver and purple with a few delicately designed holes in them.
“My dear Igmedita, this here is Trelk. He is the master of the zombie,” Denimorin said to his wife.
“That is very good news!” She practically squealed and Trelk’s face lit up in excitement.
“So can I keep him?” Trelk asked the Faery King and Queen.
Igmedita touched her husband’s back lovingly and smiled at Trelk. “Of course you can. And I’ll even let you play with him as well.”
“Really? Oh thank you! This is the best ever!” Trelk said with too much enthusiasm. “Mommy! I get to keep him. Isn’t that cool?”
“Yes, dear, very … cool,” his mother called from the ground.
“Trelk, the King and I would like to speak with you and your parents. Okay?” Igmedita said kindly.
“Okay!” Trelk said. “Mommy, bring Da and come up here! Queen lady wants to talk to us.”
“As for everyone else, you may go back to your daily activities. And please do not get too close to Trelk’s zombie,” Igmedita said gracefully with open arms. “Go in peace.”