Lost but Now Found
I watch the blue illuminating lights go up as time passes. Every time the numbers change on the clock face I think about the events of the previous day. Almost twenty-four hours ago my manager called me into his office. I knew what was coming, a termination discussion for the “odd” things that have happened while I was out on the job. Whenever a client made me angry, or even said something that drove me nuts something strange happened; like a bottle falling from a shelf and crashing onto the floor, or the lights in the room flickering on and off.
I never knew it was my fault until Mr. Dorsey called for a private meeting. He began his long speech about how I was a smart girl, but didn’t seem to fit well with the company. As he went on the lights began to flicker. He then proceeded to tell me that clients were frightened of me and specifically asked to not have me. When he informed me that I was being “let go” all of a sudden the lights went completely dark throughout the whole office. A spark came from one of the fixtures in the room where my termination was taking place and flew onto a stack of papers. Smoke began to rise, soon followed by a burning flame ready to engulf everything in its wake.
I left the building, leaving my things behind. I wanted them to burn down with the office, just like how my anger was burning inside me. As everyone filed out of the building I heard a roaring flame from behind and turned to see the building being quickly engulfed by the small fire.
“It’s like some sort of magic... some sort of magic that you caused,” yelled Mr. Dorsey in my direction. I walked away from the fire engines and people yelling, not even considering what the manager said.
It wasn’t until now that I thought about his comment earlier. Through past experiences, and my anger problems, I have seen a pattern of strange instances happen. The extent of my anger showed in the severity of the strange event. Today was the best example, I was angry at being fired for things I cannot control. My anger escalated to its highest point, and the flames reflected how I felt.
The blue lights staring back at me showed three in the morning. I sighed and turned away from the clock. I closed my eyes tightly; wishing sleep would take me away.
Tink, Tink, Tink.
I sighed to myself; the extent of my exhaustion was causing me to hear things.
Tink, Tink, Tink.
This time the taps were louder. I sat up quickly and studied the dark room. Nothing was there, and the television showed a black screen. I fixed my blanket and turned to look at the clock again, three fifteen.
Tink, Tink, Tink.
This time the sound came with the same intensity as the previous one. It took me a second but it mirrored the sound one would make tapping on glass. I turned my head to look at the only window in the room. My eyes squinted as I saw a little human figure in the bottom right corner.
“My God,” I said to myself, “I really am going crazy.” I sat still looking at the figure that was now waving its hand for me to come closer. I thought it best to stay in my bed and fall asleep; but I shrugged off that thought and decided that if I was crazy I might as well go out with having a good story to tell people in the hospital. I let my feet hit the cold wooden floor and walked slowly to the window. As I approached I saw that the small person had light yellow tinted skin, like a daffodil. It was wearing a little hat that looked to be made of an acorn shell. Its dress was made out of leaves, with a small stem wrapped around its waist for a belt. Wings extended out of the figure’s back. They were clear, with a white light illuminating each wing.
I opened the window and the figure bowed, “Hello fire starter, my name is Aurora and I am here to guide you home.”
I looked into the small catlike eyes that stared back at mine. They were twinkling like the stars in the sky. Clearing my throat I said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Her wings began to beat faster. They picked her up off of the windowsill and brought her into my home. I watched as sparkling dust fell from the wings onto the floor. She was coming closer to me, closer then I’d like to be, but for some reason I couldn’t move. She landed on my shoulder and crossed her tiny legs, “You know you are different from the other humans, and I am here to help with that.”
Without hesitation I replied, “How can you help? You are just a figment of my imagination.”
The small lady frowned, “I knew getting you to come home would be hard, but not this hard.” The wings brought her to hover in front of my face, when she was at eyelevel her squeaky voice began to explain, “You are not a human my dear, you only wear this form for protection. It has recently been brought to my attention as your watcher that you need help to control your emotions and powers. I am here now to take you home and to teach you the ways so that you might save us.” As she ended the explanation I could see her bright eyes turn dull, they now showed sorrow. Her high-pitched voice became monotone, “You are the last hope for the fairy world, we need your help princess.”
My mouth dropped, Princess? My mind was sure having fun going off the deep end, I couldn’t even write this in a book if I wanted to, my creativity was non existant. I began to shake my head, “No, this isn’t real. This is all just some game my mind is playing on me!”
The fairy now showed red in her eyes, anger. She placed her hands out in front of her and began to swirl them together. She spoke a language that I did not understand. As she chanted it sounded like an old song, every word stuck to a beat that she was playing in her head. Shimmering dust started to come towards me, I looked at my hands and noticed that my whole body was shining. When she stopped talking in her fairy language she nodded at her work with a smile. “Now,” she said, “you will believe me, we are going to the Violet Lands.”
With that my world went black and I felt myself hit the wooden floor with a thud.
My conscience awoke to the sound of voices. I kept eyes closed, not wanting the doctors to know I was awake. I knew where I was, in a hospital, about to be sealed off from the rest of the world. As I tried to act out my last moments of sobriety I listened closely to the doctor’s conversation.
“Hopefully she understands how important this is,” said a deep voice.
“I hope so too, she’s now in her true form, it should be easier.” The voice that spoke was high pitched and squeaky, just like the fairy from before.
“Well we must wait for her to wake up to fully explain,” the deep voice got closer. I sensed that someone was over me, looking down at my face. I kept my eyes closed, wishing they would go away and leave me alone.
“Emery, I think she is awake. The way she’s squinting her eyes is what she was doing earlier before I got her attention.”
Shit, I thought to myself, that bitch gave me away. I opened my eyes to see the fairy from earlier standing against the wall. She was now a normal size and I could see her face better. She was short and thin; her nose came out to a point right above her thin lips. Her eyes were still cat like but now their color had changed back to a liquid gold. Now I could see her hair, a dark pink shag that reached the bottom of pointed ears.
“I knew you weren’t sleeping,” she said. Her gaze broke away from me and went to the one she called Emery. I followed her eyes to look at the blue fairy that loomed over me. His skin was a cream colored blue and unlike Aurora he was muscular. He also wore clothes made out of leaves, and a jacket that seemed to be woven vines. The eyes that looked down at me were circular and purple. They did not sparkle like the other fairy’s, but they were highly captivating.
“Hello princess Luna,” Emery smiled, “I am very pleased to make your acquaintance.”
I sat up a bit faster then I should have and immediately felt dizzy, but this didn’t stop me from saying, “This isn’t real, you guys aren’t real.”
Aurora sighed and looked to the blue fairy, “See Em, I told you she was going to be stubborn.”
Emery moved back a couple steps. He did not have wings like the girl, in fact I couldn’t see any. His arms folded across his chest, “And why aren’t we real? You’re looking at us now, correct?”
Aurora was trying to conceal her laughter, but I could tell that this was all a big joke. “Fairies aren’t real. You are just something my mind made up to deal with all the bad shit that’s been happening. I’m going crazy.” With that Emery began to laugh. He doubled over and held his stomach.
After a minute of uncontrollable laughter he composed himself and spoke, “Yes, humans do not think we exist, but that is our doing. Human’s used to hunt and kill our kind, so we put the idea in their brain that we didn’t exist.” He walked over to a mirror and picked it up. “I don’t blame you for not knowing the truth, but you were concealed in a human’s body to be protected from the Rubies. A lost princess you are, but now you are found.” Now he was standing in front of me, the mirror against his chest. He grabbed my hand and put it around the wooden hilt of the handheld looking glass, “look for yourself.”
His grip released and I turned the reflective surface to my face. What I saw made me gasp. My skin went from a creamy white to a soft pink. Once brown eyes had turned into turquoise with a glimmer. My nose was still small and round and my cheeks remained full. I brought my hand up to my ears to feel the small points that now shot out of my long dark pink hair.
Now my hand was shaking, the mirror began to sway. I could now feel the nausea from before getting worse. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Before I knew it the mirror was crashing to the floor. I felt strong hands on my back and the deep voice asking me if I was okay. The hands lowered me gently onto the bed. I lay there taking deep breaths for a few minutes and then opened my eyes. Earlier I found it so difficult to sleep, but now my body craved it. Emery was looking back at me, concern showing in his eyes. Even if this was all my imagination, I guess I could have fun and play along with it.
“So what is this about being a lost princess,” I asked, waiting for my journey to begin.
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