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Bad Wishing: Erin's First Wish
By JRD
This was so strange. Erin had not heard from Oberon since her re-birth into a
Leprechaun. That wasn't too strange. She had heard from other faeries that it
was possible for a fae to go centuries without the great faerie lord ever
contacting him or her. But just now, Oberon had contacted her and ordered her
into the dreams of a mortal. Weird enough that Oberon was taking notice of her,
but that he was taking notice of a mortal? That was just bizarre.
She stepped into the man's dreams and was immediately struck by the austere mood
of this dream. She was in a hallway that seemed to stretch on forever. The
architecture and design made a statement of great wealth, but the hall was also
cold, somber, and empty. The dimensions were completely stretched out of
proportion, making the hall seem larger than it really was. She walked down the
hall towards the feel of the man she was visiting. As she walked her steps
echoed in the hall. Erin had picked up a little on judging the personalities of
people by the symbolism of their dreams, and she guessed that this man was very
lonely.
She walked into a living area of some kind, a den perhaps. Hanging on one wall
was a large portrait of a family. There was a middle-aged man, a slightly
younger woman and a small babe. The family all seemed to have classic Irish
features, both with shocking red hair. The woman vaguely resembled Erin,
although she had softer, rounder, more earthy features. The family all seemed
incredibly happy, and she wondered what had happened to them.
She looked through a set of French doors to an outdoor pool. Sitting by its edge
was an elderly gentleman. He was only holding a picture, staring at it
longingly. Everything around him seemed huge and not only dwarfed him, but
threatened to bury him under its distorted immensity.
Erin peeked over his shoulder at the picture. It had the same woman as in the
portrait and a child who looked maybe three years old. Erin guessed that they
were his family, but where were they?
Erin slipped out of his dream into the world around him. She found herself in
what looked like a cross between a regal bedroom and a hospital intensive care
unit. The bed, the furniture, and the permanent parts of the room were those of
a rich man, but around the bed were the machines of a hospital room. Names came
to Erin's mind: respirator, dialysis machine, iron lung, and others. She felt
the presence of two other people in the hall outside the room. She walked
through the partially open door and saw a man dressed in doctors' garb and a
woman in a maid's outfit.
The woman asked, "Is there anything we can do?"
"No. The cancer is too far advanced. All we can do now is make him happy until
the end."
"I hate to say it, but if he can't be saved, then I pray that his end comes
quickly. Phillip Davies hasn't been happy since his wife and daughter died in
that car wreck sixteen years ago. How long will it be?"
"Could be tomorrow, could be a few months. It's my professional opinion that
he's got maybe three months left. Three and a half tops."
Erin felt tears come unbidden, the poor man. She returned to the room and leapt
into the man's dreams. Phillip Davies still sat by the pool, lost in his
loneliness. An idea came to Erin's mind. She made herself human size (possible
only in the dream world), and clothed herself in the green shamrock bikini she
had gotten at Bikini Beach. She was close enough to the woman in the pictures
that she should be able to pull this off.
She walked out behind Phillip and threw her arms around him. She yelled,
"Surprise, daddy!" and gave him a big family type kiss.
He looked back at her. "M... Morgan? But how?"
"A cab, of course." Before he could say a thing, she went on. "I know I was
supposed to call you from the airport, so you could come get me, but I got an
early flight back from college, so I decided to surprise you." She then went
over to the pool and dived in.
Phillip stood and watched her swim. As he did, the distorted proportions of his
dream shrank to a more normal size. When they were normal, she swam over to the
edge of the pool. She laid her crossed arms on the poolside and asked, "Dad,
could you tell me about mom? I know you don't like talking about her, but I was
so young when she died that I don't remember much."
"I... suppose I have been selfish not talking about her."
"It's okay if you're not ready."
"No. You should know about your mother." Phillip sat back and talked about his
wife, Ruth. As he talked, Erin felt the years of grief and mourning for his lost
family lift. After a while, Erin felt the world shimmer. Knowing he was either
waking up or being awaken, she waited until the last possible second and then
leapt from his mind.
In the "real" world, the maid was making small adjustments to his bed. Seeing
him awake, she said, "Sorry, sir, I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep
and rest, sir."
"Esmerelda, where's my daughter?"
"Morgan, sir?"
"She caught a early flight back. Didn't you see her?"
Esmerelda got a sad smile. "Of course, sir. Miss Morgan went to the mall for a
short shopping trip. You do know how she loves to shop."
Phillip smiled. "She got that from her mother. Ruth never could pass a mall
without stopping."
"Of course, sir. You need your rest, sir. I'll wake you when your daughter gets
back." As Phillip drifted back to sleep, Esmerelda left the room. Erin knew the
maid probably thought her master was delusional, but Erin didn't care. Even if
it were only in his dreams, Phillip would have her as a daughter as long as he
needed her.
For the next four months this went on. Every time he slipped into dreams, Erin
would slip in with him. They chatted about Ruth, a childhood she never really
experienced, the college life she wasn't living, boys she wasn't really dating,
and whatever else came up. Erin got more than a bit of energy from his
happiness, but that had long since ceased to matter to her. Only his happiness
did.
But one day it finally came to an end. Erin was in Phillip's dream when the
world was disrupted and she was forcibly ejected from his mind. She saw the
doctor and a nurse working frantically to revive Phillip. Finally, they
stabilized him and stepped back. Esmerelda, from a corner of the room, asked,
"How is he?"
The doctor shook his head. "He's not going to last the night. Frankly, I'm
amazed he's lasted this long."
The three left the room, and Erin almost broke down in tears. Phillip didn't
deserve this. He was a good and kind man who remained so despite a life of
tragedy and sickness. He wasn't even fifty yet, but seemed destined to die from
the cancer ravaging his body. Erin decided she wasn't going to allow it. She had
gained more than enough energy from Phillip to restore him to health. It seemed
only apropos to actually use it to benefit him. She stretched her hand out to
use her magic, when the world suddenly dropped out from underneath her.
When things went back to normal, she found herself in the court of Oberon the
Great, Lord of all the Fae. Oberon, from his grand throne, angrily said, "Erin!
You dare break faerie law? The rules are clear. You are not allowed to use magic
to tamper with a mortal's life except in exchange for gold."
Erin went to one knee. Thinking quickly, she said, "Great Oberon, the rules also
say that I may trade magic for a favor when the mortal has given freely with no
expectation of recompense. This mortal has certainly done that."
"The rule is that you may trade a wish for such good will. Has this mortal
wished for health?"
"No, but-"
"But nothing. Unless he explicitly wishes for it, you cannot aid him."
Before she knew what she was saying, Erin blurted out, "If he's not to be saved,
why did you send him to me in the first place?"
Oberon glared angrily at her, and Oberon was ancient power beyond reckoning.
Even his stare carried enough force to drive Erin back to her butt. "You presume
much! Forget not who you speak to!"
Erin immediately went to her knees. "My apologies, Great Oberon. But... why did
you send me to this man?"
"I sent you to this man because he is a believer. He keeps it quiet, but he
believes in the fae. Faeries of all types, imps, brownies, pixies, gnomes,
leprechauns; he believes in them all. That is rare in today's day and age. I
sent you to him to ease his days and do what you could for him."
"Then let me heal him, please."
"The rules are clear, Erin. No fae, particularly you, is allowed to break them."
Oberon disappeared, clearly ending the audience.
Erin collapsed into tears. She only sobbed a few seconds before she heard a soft
voice ask, "Why the tears, child?"
Erin looked up. Queen Titania, who had not left, had deigned to step down from
her throne and now stood before the young Leprechaun. "Beautiful Titania, please
ask your husband to reconsider. This man does not deserve to die."
"If he does not deserve to die, then save him."
"But Oberon said I couldn't."
Titania seemed thoughtful. "Strange, I don't recall him saying that."
"But he said-"
"He SAID only that you must obey the rules. You're young, Erin. You still have
yet to learn that part of being fae is figuring out how to obey the rules
explicitly, yet still get exactly what you want."
Erin stood. "I think I understand. Thank you, great lady. May I go?"
"Yes, child, you may."
Erin slipped into the Channels and returned to Phillip's house. She went inside
his room and found him in a groggy state between waking and sleep. She leapt
onto the bed and gently shook him. "Phillip. Phillip Davies, wake up."
It took a bit, but he finally came awake and looked over. His voice was ragged,
and he had to take many pauses as he spoke. "Morgan? What happened... to you?"
"Phillip Davies, I am a Leprechaun named Erin. Four months ago, I came to you in
your dream and found you wallowing in loneliness, so I took the role of your...
your dead child to try to ease your pain."
Phillip actually smiled. "That explains... the look... Esmerelda gave me...
whenever... I asked... about you."
"Phillip-"
"Father. Call me... father. I don't have... much time left. It pleases me... to
continue... to think of you... as my daughter."
"Father, I can heal you. You have given me so much energy in your dreams. In
return, all you need do is wish for it and I can restore you to full health,
even make you young again if that's what you desire."
"And what... happens... to you... without... that energy?"
"I just start over."
"Four months... worth of time?"
"A blink of time for me, father. I will live for eons. Four months is nothing."
Phillip thought about it. "Can you restore my wife and child to life?"
"No. That power is beyond any fae."
"Then no. It would be... improper... for a father... to take so... from his
daughter."
Erin started to cry. "Please, father, I don't need the energy, and you do need
the healing."
"Was I... a good father?"
"A girl could not wish for a better daddy."
"Erin, I just wish... I could've been... a better parent. You deserve... a
mother, too."
Erin smiled. Obey the rules, yet get what you want. Erin said, "Granted," and
kissed her father.
Phillip felt a strange tingle pass through him. When the tingle was gone so were
most of the sensations he had lived with for most of the last part of his life.
Gone were the sensations of tubes and machines that were a permanent part of his
body. Also gone were the pain and/or drugs that had been with him longer than
the machines. He sat up, his chest shifting weirdly as he did. He looked down
and saw a pair of breasts. He got up and ran to the mirror. Looking back at him
was a beautiful, well-endowed blonde.
Still staring in amazement, he... she heard a knock on the door. Esmerelda stuck
her head in. "Miss Davies, I'm sorry to inform you, your husband, master Davies,
has passed on."
Phillip felt real tears. That was crazy. He was alive in this female body,
wasn't he? But even as he (she?) thought it, a history came to his (her?) mind.
Her name was Alicia. She was a stripper who had met and married Phillip Davies a
few years ago. Everybody assumed she was a gold digger, but she really did love
Phillip.
She said, "Thank you, Esmerelda. Give me a second, and I'll be right there."
After Esmerelda left, she called out, "Morgan? Erin? Are you there?" but there
was no answer. She walked to Phillip's room wondering if she was crazy. Was she
Alicia or Phillip?
She was still wondering at the funeral when she saw a flash of bright green
moving behind a tree. She saw Erin's bright red hair just before the Leprechaun
disappeared behind the oak.
When she got home, she ran straight to her room and called out, "Erin? If I'm
not going crazy, come out now!"
A soft voice said, "Yes, mother?"
"Erin, what's going on? Am I Phillip or Alicia?"
"Both. As Phillip, you wished for you to be a better parent and for me to have a
mother, so I used everything I had to create Alicia and put your mind in her."
"Why make me a gold digger?"
"It gave people an excuse not to know you; therefore, you wouldn't get caught on
details you didn't know. That's also why I didn't come back. I figured you
didn't want to see me after I made you a woman."
"Erin, man or woman, I consider you my daughter, and you will always be welcome
here." Erin leapt up and hugged Alicia. "But I would prefer you to be a little
more modestly attired. Why aren't you wearing anything between your hat and
stockings?"
"I don't have the energy. In your dreams, you dreamed up the clothes I wore, and
before your wish, I collected enough to clothe myself, but now, I just don't
have it."
"And how do you get more energy?"
"Collect it from dreams or from gold."
"Wait here." Alicia went over to the wall, moved a picture, got into the safe
behind it, and pulled out an envelope. As she opened it, she said, "My mother
always said, 'If you get rich enough, buy three gold coins and set them aside to
buy wishes from a Leprechaun.'" She handed them Erin. "Here."
"I can't accept charity; I can only trade for gold."
"I'm not just giving you these. I am buying a wish."
Erin took the coins. "I can tell these are nearly pure gold. You could get good
wishes from a powerful Leprechaun."
"But the wish I want only you can grant."
"Okay."
"Erin, I wish that you'd consider yourself my daughter, a member of my family,
and that you'd return as much as you can to let me be your mother."
Erin leapt back into Alicia's arms and gave her the biggest hug a two-foot tall
girl could.
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