10 Brave Little Wings

CHAPTER 10

Brave Little Wings A fairy fluttered down from a palm tree above the children. She landed in the sand—directly in front of the creature. Lucas and Clara looked at each other in alarm. "It's Falsk!" Clara whispered. The creature lowered its serpent face in front of the fairy. Falsk trembled wildly. "I—I—I am Falsk," she began shakily, "the last fairy of Primlox, and this is Prince Lucas of Wrenly and his best friend, Clara." The beast grunted and relaxed his wings. "We mean you no harm," the brave little fairy went on. "We have come to gather my friends, these fairies who surround you, to bring them home."

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Then, to everyone's surprise, the creature spoke. "I know not of Wrenly," it said in a deep, gravelly voice. "The place where you stand is Siren's Island, and I am Siren. I sleep most of the time—sometimes for years. When I wake up, I go out in search of food. This time these tiny flying creatures followed me home. I know not why." Grom, who had rowed in from the ship, stepped from his small boat and walked up the beach. "I know why, great Siren of Siren's Island," said Grom. "The fairies of Primlox have been bewitched by the hum of your spikes when you fly. The beautiful melody has put them into a trance."

Siren tipped his scaly chin toward Falsk. "How is it this one stays awake?" he asked. Falsk knew the beast was talking about her, but she couldn't hear what he said. She looked to Grom.