The Search for the Golden Feather by Elizabeth J. M. Walker – Part 2

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The roommates headed downstairs to the common room, where they suspected the commotion to have come from. Several of their dorm mates had also been awoken by the noise and had come down to investigate, some dressed, some still in their night clothes. None of them were looking at the broken window – they were all staring at the empty place above the fireplace.

“What happened?” Trina asked. “Where’s Sir Gadison’s Golden Phoenix Feather?”

“The stupid forest pixies smashed the window and stole the feather!” Heath said. He was a phoenix mage like Corbin, but paler, and with light brown hair.

“They stole the feather?” Oriella asked, looking to Corbin for reassurance. “That’s not like forest pixies. I mean, they smash windows and throw acorns at us while we walk to school, but they don’t enter our buildings and steal things. That would require too much effort, not to mention brain power.”

Forest pixies were small, about a foot tall, and usually dressed in nothing but dirt. They were also dumber than the average pixie, which was closer in comparison to a fairy. Forest pixies were their own subclass of pixie: silly, stupid and they loved to cause mischief.

“Well then, where’s the feather? There were definitely forest pixies outside after the window broke, laughing up a storm,” said Laina, a chimera mage with long red hair. “I ran in here as soon as I heard the smash and saw them myself.”

“Did you see anyone else with them?” Trina asked.

“No,” Laina said. “Just the forest pixies, at least five of them. They were dancing and cheering and then ran off into the woods again.”

“That feather is the Knox House Heirloom,” Corbin said grimly. “Our founding father Sir Gadison placed that phoenix feather above our hearth after dipping it in gold. It belonged to his phoenix companion, Palyrius. It was supposed to be our duty to protect the feather, to make sure it remained in the house for future generations. It symbolized the unity between mages and the mystical creatures who created us.”

“No one has even seen a phoenix in at least a decade,” Heath said, gazing at the empty space above the fireplace.

Trina was looking up at the same spot. It didn’t really matter that she wasn’t a phoenix mage, the feather was still her house’s heirloom. It not being there felt like part of the house was missing, like the very heart of the house had been stolen.

“We need to get that feather back,” Corbin said, and climbed up on the coffee table so he’d be standing above the rest. “It’s the weekend, so none of us have class. If we begin our search immediately we should be able to track the feather thief down and return our heirloom. Whoever returns the feather…gets…gets…”

“The suite!” a tall boy named Loukas called out.

“The suite?” Corbin said. The suite was his own dorm room, the biggest and nicest room in the whole house. The suite was the entire fourth floor of Knox House and every single window was still intact because the little forest pixies couldn’t throw their rocks that high.

“Yeah, make the hunt worth it!” Oriella said.

Trina looked sidelong at her friend and Oriella shrugged. “It’s not like we had other plans,” Oriella said.

“You should want to find the feather because of house honour, because it belongs here with us,” Corbin said. “The suite is for the house don, it’s not-”

But he was cut off by all the mages in the room all chanting the same thing: “The suite! The suite! The suite! The suite!”

“Great gryphons! Fine!” Corbin shouted, silencing them all. “Whoever finds the golden feather first can have the Knox House suite.”

 

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