B of a TW pt. 2

When Natalie arrived to her room, she found it trashed by Duke, her five year old cockapoo who still thought he was a puppy.  Everything was a mess and in disarray.  Clothes were strewn everywhere, each blouse and pair of pants now unfolded in heaps around her room. The books that she treasured so dearly were laying everywhere with the spines up, pages open and causing damage to the companions of many a lonely night.  The table lamp given to her by her mother was shattered on the floor, never to cast its friendly glow over her room again.  The trashcan was overturned with all the contents strewed about the room, her collection of porcelain horses smashed and the pinto missing, her paintings that had been laying on her desk were ruined beyond repair with streaks of paint form opened tubes and torn from little claws, and worst of all, the book given to her by Mr. Paulo was missing within the chaos of her room.  It was almost like it was done on purpose, but it couldn’t have been.
“Mom, Duke got into my room again and messed the place up!” yelled Natalie down the stairs.
“Then clean it up!” came her mother’s reply up the stairs.  Natalie sighed and started picking up the broken glass and ceramic bits.  She folded the clothes scattered about and put them away neatly, then threw the ruined paintings into the trashcan, which she had straightened, but hesitated when it came to picking up the books.  What if she cleaned up the books, didn’t find it, and Mr. Paulo got angry at her?  Or what if she found the book and something disastrous happened?
Natalie slowly put the books back, fearing what she would find- or wouldn’t find.  When she finished putting away the rest of the books onto the shelves, she found two things: the book from Mr. Paulo looking no worse for the wear, and a note.
The note said, “Natalie, I forgot to warn you about the book.  Things, dangerous things, may find their way out of here. –Mr. Paulo.”  Whatever had come out of the book must have either wrecked her room, or had terrorized Duke enough for him to wreck it because he was trying to get away from it, or vice versa.  Natalie mused to herself the concept, knowing that her dog couldn’t have done it by himself, unless he had outside help.  But what could possibly come out of the book without making a huge racket that could possibly catch her parent’s dwindling attention to Natalie’s room?
That was when she heard it.  A delicate, crystalline sound came from around her window, as though a set of wind chimes was trying to break free in a ferocious gale.  Natalie adverted her gaze to the source of the tinkling notes and couldn’t believe what she saw.  It was a fairy, just like in the books she so adored.
The fairy turned to her unwelcome visitor and gave an ear piercing shriek.  She beat frantically around the room to find an escape.  Natalie dragged out an old peanut butter jar used to hold fireflies and made sure the holes weren’t clogged.  She looked around for the fairy again and found her near the vent, as though the tiny slits held her salvation.  Natalie carefully clasped her hands around the fairy’s fragile body and gently put her in the jar and put the jar on the desk.
The fairy started pounding on the side of the jar but stopped, seeing it was futile and resigned to pouting.  Having her trapped, Natalie took advantage of her captivity to examine her.
The fairy had smooth, lightly tanned skin layered with dark curls that framed her delicate face.  She wore a dress of green and red poinsettia leaves and a pair of tiny bluebell slippers.  The fairy was about six inches high.  But the most amazing feature about her was her delicate wings.  They unfurled with amazing kaleidoscope colors and were at least twice as large as the miniscule person they were attached to.
Natalie marveled at the miniscule person and wondered where the fairy came from.  Natalie had left the windows closed and the doors leading outside were shut, so there could only be one place the fairy could have come from: the book.  The book lay innocently on the floor, looking as though the worst it could possibly do is give you a paper cut.
Natalie went over to the book and picked it up, as though it was about to bite her.  She laid it carefully on the desk next to the fairy, who looked at the book and started signaling something to Natalie.
“You want to get to the book?” said Natalie.  The fairy nodded.  “I can’t open it.”  The fairy sighed in acknowledgement and drooped to the bottom of the container.  “You can try to open it, but I don’t know how you’d be able to.”
Natalie unscrewed the lid and let the fairy out.  The fairy, freed from captivity, flew up to Natalie’s ear and put a small device in her ear.
“Now you should be able to hear what I’m saying.  My name is Chrysanthemum, though it is not my real name,” said the fairy, “because telling you will be in direct violation of the Guardian Codebook.”
“Chrysanthemum, you are not to tell the native species of any planet that we are Guardians!  It is on the very first page in the Codebook.  Honestly, I don’t know why I let him talk me into taking an apprentice Guardian…” said a gruff voice from under the bed, “As well as violating the Codebook, we ended up on the wrong world.  I told you not to mumble while saying the incantation.”  A small hefty male fairy crawled from underneath Natalie’s bed and came face to face with Chrysanthemum.  He had a graying beard and was thinning on top, though it was obvious that he once had fiery red hair.  He wore a tunic of ivy around his body and was much shorter than Chrysanthemum, though much stouter and quite chubby.  The fairy’s wings, smaller and less colorful than the female’s, struggled with the effort of lifting his body.
“But Thorn, she has to be a Guardian, she has a copy of the Book.  And how was I supposed to know that this world was one syllable away from Urnath?”  came Chrysanthemum’s protest.
Thorn gave her a stern look.  “We were going to Urnath because the Master of Night was reported seen by the Guardian there.  The mistake you made is one of the most foolish mistakes an apprentice Guardian could possibly make.  As well as making a childish mistake, you fail to remembered to report to the Guardian home world in order to receive a speech synthesizer for Urnath and to use the morphithine machine in order to blend in.  You are the clumsiest and most forgetful apprentice Guardian I’ve ever seen.  You let a native know about the Guardians and placed a translator in her ear.  Now I’ll have to erase her memory of us.” scolded Thorn.
“Um, excuse me, but what’s going on?  Who are these guarding people?”  Natalie asked the bickering master and apprentice Guardians.