The true life events of the average Fairy God Mother

 These short stories are written as practices in writing and all are unedited and are not proofread

The morning broke with its usual shimmery haze, the sun was shining through slits in the blinds, giving the entire room a magical golden glow. She awoke when the first birdsong drifted through, caressing her ears and stirring her dreams into a wonderful mixture of sounds.

She rolled first to the left side, trying to avoid the songs then to the right, in a vain attempt to avoid the sunlight. Slowly she awoke, her brain processing who she is and where she was, there would be no sleeping in for her, work had to be done.

A few moments later she was out of her ensuite room, fully clothed and ready to face whatever the day may bring. She floated down to the kitchen, where food was already waiting for her. She grabbed the mug of coffee as it rose towards her hand, the drink was hot, sweet, and not entirely unlike hot-chocolate.

As breakfast was scarped down the first message pinged into existence, hovering near her face, giving her all the information she would need.

Sighing she swallowed the last few gulps from her mug and started reading the details needed to actually fulfil the request.

A young girl was being mistreated by her step family, again. She would need the usual equipment.

The Fairy Godmother went into her garage and started picking up equipment, strapping on the required arsenal to properly get everything done. The trip would only take a few hours and she would preferably not be seen, the girl was already 17 and would be able to do everything needed on her own.

She sighed and grabbed one of the standard wills she had made, these all read the same and would be in human databases as needed. Magic made everything technology related easy to handle and overcome, they didn’t believe in it so they hadn’t even thought of protecting against it.

The garage door started opening and instead of revealing a wonderful sunlit morning there was nothing but a massive vortex, swirling in colors no mortal could imagine. She didn’t like having to rely on the magical world’s travel systems. Pixies could never keep everything running at all times, their gremlin brethren liked breaking things too much.

She took one last look at the garage, longingly seeing the couch through the open door, before lifting off and flying into nothingness.

It took her only a few minutes to locate the crying girl, sitting in her cupboard of a room, she was left without even proper clothes to wear. And judging by her arms she had not eaten in several days, the bones could be seen in the most gruesome of ways.

The Fairy Godmother felt disgust rise within her and she quickly phased through the solid oak doorways to find the step-family. The daughters were the easiest to find, their loud, shrill voices being heard throughout the mansion of a house.

There were three in total, each in their own suite of rooms, she assumed the mother kept the bottom floor for herself. To her horror the three sisters were picking through the locked-away-girl's laptop, posting pictures on social media channels.

She decided that getting rid of them as far away from the house as possible would be best and with a flick of her hand sent a message to all three. It would be something generic, from a guy they all admired, “Come meet me at this club” or even “I have a crush on you, come with me on a date”.

She rarely had to try very hard to convince these types to leave their mansions, going out into the world where she could get rid of them without ruining the house. Normally she would take care of these kinds of sisters on her own, but she had become a bit more lazy lately.

There was a moment she considered asking Death if he needed some new servants but she felt like these three had somehow been worse than past sisters. Instead, she sent a message to Pestilence, she always enjoyed having new test subjects. She would also get rid of them without any mortal questioning it.

She hung around the mansion, looking through the forgotten pictures in the attic, seeing that the girl had a younger sister that was somehow missing. There was something there to investigate, but her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of three cars all leaving at reckless speeds.

With a sigh she went back down, finding the mother where she expected to find her, banging on the girl's doorway.

“You must clean the bathrooms, sweep the garden, and come massage my feet! If you do not come out, I will use Sally again!”

A whimper of understanding came from the door and the Fairy Godmother saw the most revolting expression of pleasure across the mother’s face. Clearly she knew what she was doing and felt joy from driving fear into the girl’s heart, and who was this Sally?

Following the mother through the empty house the Fairy Godmother was shocked to see no servants. Instead she found tell-tale signs of only one person cleaning such a large space, over and over again.

Eventually, the mother went to her bedroom and there hanging on the back of the door was a whip with the words Sally scribed on the handle. The Fairy Godmother felt her rage bubbling into hatred and she knew what she had to do.

With a swipe of her hand the curtains closed and the door swung shut with a loud bang that she knew shook the entire house. The mother turned on her heel, and without so much as a look of surprise began yelling at the girl, still in her locked cupboard.

The Fairy Godmother took off her first tool and clamped the mother’s mouth shut, giving sweet silence to the house. She had no desire to mete out punishment and from experience she knew she need not have to.

Instead, she paralyzed the mother and let her fall face first, a satisfying crack of the nose revealed that her nose had broken. She flicked her hand and a list of contacts appeared before her, there was only one entity that would do a proper job of this.

As usual, he appeared behind her, Truth was an entity unable to lie and never seemed to mind doing the dirty work of others. He knew the truth of everything and understood where he was needed, and why others would not do what he did.

“It must be bad for you to contact me, Pestilence was just mocking me for never working with you.”

She nodded in approval, Pestilence had not wasted any time, “Do what you want with her, make sure she’s found right here. I must take care of the girl.”

Truth stared at her for a second then simply nodded, before she left the room, she cast a simple silencing spell. No one would need to know what happened in there, the Truth doesn’t always need to be revealed.

She drifted down to the girl, who was trying her best to pull the doors open, but the lock had been bent. Tears were rolling down her face as could only be done through fear and frustration. The Fairy Godmother touched her on the cheek and caught her as she fell, making sure to clean her with magic as she did so.

She would make sure that the girl would be out of this house and seen by many mortals for the last several hours and the next few as well. Only waking in a haze at her only friend’s house, magic was oh so convenient to building a full alibi.

Just as the Fairy Godmother was satisfied with how the friend was treating her and the will arrived at the right solicitor's house another message popped up.

Another girl needed her, a newborn in the East. A triumvirate of gifts had to be given and two other Fairies would be there to fulfill the needs. When she arrived a gift of healthy life and a gift of intelligence had already been bestowed upon her, the other two fairies having left quite quickly.

The Fairy Godmother did as she always did and waited a few hours to see if anything Maleficent would happen. She had learned to wait, though her presence alone usually deterred anything of the kind from happening.

It was with slight annoyance that she felt the presence of one of the dark beings appearing in the hospital and then quickly going away again. Clearly, they had not sensed her presence, it could be because she was busy playing on a console owned by one of the children asleep in the ward.

She sighed, saved her game, and made her way to the baby, where she found with further annoyance that the Maleficent had cast a curse. The curse of mundane life with an arranged marriage, one of their modern favourites to cast on children with opportunities and gifts.

The curse was one of the easiest to break but would need a proper counter spell, she had long since stopped with the simpler ones of princes saving them. Those never worked out, princes were boring and always demanded the worst from their princesses.

Instead, she cast the gift of Maleficent death, one she had made herself with some help from Death himself. The gift meant that if the original curse came to fruition the Maleficent that cast it would instantly die, something they all seemed to believe was impossible simply because they lived in the world of the fae.

Drifting back to the console, she wanted to catch them all, she felt the presence of the Maleficent return. They always knew when their curses had been tampered with, it took it a moment of silence and then she felt its rage more than anything. She had cursed it with a lifetime of servitude, to make sure the girl would not have an arranged marriage or that her eventual husband would not mistreat her.

She quickly took a look at the message system and was pleased to find other creatures of the fae had taken care of the minor demands being made. Her day was nearly over when she felt the presence of the Fairy Godfather in the hospital.

He came sauntering into the room and wore a beaming smile as he looked at her, “Ah! Sister, I heard from Truth you were busy today! What is that?”

He had walked over to her and was now staring at the console in her hands, “I do not know, but it’s quite fun.”

She tilted the screen towards him and he looked on in fascination, “That is something, I shall grab us some before heading home tonight. I need your assistance, your girl has a crush on one of my guys!”

For a moment she thought he meant the baby before she remembered the girl she had saved earlier that day. “What? I did not sense you anywhere near her.”

“I was busy with him, ‘someone’ had given some wench the thought she had to meet with him in a secluded wood. She had tagged him on Twitter and Instagram, causing quite the fuss.”

The Fairy Godmother felt her face flush, “Well, I needed to get rid of them somehow and Pestilence was meant to stop the messages.”

He laughed, nearly waking the sleeping children, “Well, how about this, he was gifted a life of love and luxury. Yours had no gifts, but has plenty now, why not let me guide them! I have not had a reason to leave in a century.”

She pondered it for several minutes, even allowing her favourite little monster to escape. If he took over the relations, she could wake up slightly later, only having to overlook from afar.

“Fine, you may do so but if I am called on by her again I will not withhold my ‘gifts’ from even a child of yours.”

She saw his smile falter for only a second before he regained his usual optimism, “Brilliant, I shall have one of the minor fairies send you daily updates as well. Though, I shall be sending a trauma fairy to help your girl. Truth, uh, forgot to have someone else find the mother.”

What had been mild annoyance turned into a migraine, “So he just let her find her? That idiot. Fine, send one, she shall need it anyway.”

The Fairy Godfather shook his head with enthusiasm, she had stopped playing the game and they were now floating upwards through the floors. “Sister, may I ask what made you decide to turn away from sunshine and daisies?”

She nodded along to his question, “It’s quite simple my brother, I got tired of helping and seeing my chosen suffer endlessly. They are too nice you see, they do not know how to mete out revenge and vengeance.”

This time his smile turned from joyful to cold, “Ah, yes, I see you understand now the advice I gave you centuries ago. The evil of both worlds only uses the nice to suffer more.”

She nodded along, “Indeed, so I have the entities take care of the problem, they seem not to care. Now, I would like to return home, I shall see you later big brother.” There was no waiting, she simply sped off and twisted in the air, being sucked into a vortex.

Her house was just as she left it, but the sun had already set, and there was food in her kitchen and a package from her brother already on her living room table.

All in all, it was just another day in the life of the Fairy Godmother.