Ch. 1: The Misadventures of Serin Daffel

“A round earth you say?” Philip Rotter clapped his friend on the back. “I’m very sorry good sir, but you must be straight down loony!”

Serin glared at Philip before letting out a small sigh. “I’ll take it that you don’t believe in the little fairy world that lives in my back garden?”

Philip adjusted his glasses, and looked at his friend. Serin was six feet tall with blue creamy skin and piercing green eyes, he mostly wore a suit, a bowler hat, and a pocket watch. He looked almost exactly like any other gentleman in London. Except for the green eyes of course; those made him popular with the ladies. Philip patted him again. “Everyone has a little fairy world in their back garden, you’re 20 years too late on that discovery.”

Serin groaned and checked his pocket watch. “Has anyone taught the little fairy world democracy yet?”

Philip shook his head. “Modern science hasn’t come that far, but I don’t think you‘d have enough time before the Royal Scientists Meeting.”

“I know. I know.” Serin was supposed to bring something in to show the Royal Scientists by tonight, and so far all he’d landed on in the last two years was the discovery of fairies in his back garden, and a theory that the world was round, not square like the normal tradition. He was at a loss. “Hey Philip?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think one of your friends can kidnap me for a few days?” Serin stopped walking to avoid being run over by a horse covered carriage, and he took this opportunity to glance at Philip.

Philip was stroking his beard. “Maybe, it’s not a bad option, but” he looked at Serin regretfully. “I really don’t want one of my friends to accidentally kill you; it’d make for a really weird conversation with your parents.”

Serin laughed. “Yeah... Just imagine it, ’Hey mum and dad, guess how I died?” He chuckled. “My parents would ground me forever.”

Philip was well aware that Serin was an orphan, but he let him have some fun before interrupting. “Why don’t you just make up some nonsense? I mean, these history blokes can’t get more stupid.”

Serin shook his head. “I’m presenting to the Royal Scientists... not some Old History Blokes.”

“Well, that makes it easier!”

Serin looked at his friend in surprise. “How?”

“Just make it sound like scientific nonsense! Add some charts, graphs... maybe some puppets...” Philip put his hand in Serin’s face and moved his thumb so the puppet could talk. “Don’t worry Serin, it’ll all be fine!”