Monday, May 17, 2010


A sharp pain suddenly appeared behind my eyes, then through my whole body. I screamed, not so much from the pain as from shock. It was a good type of hurt, like having a thorn removed. It made me feel strangely lighter, like a burden as being removed from me. I saw a flash, red through my closed eyelids.
It stopped.
I opened my eyes slowly, almost fearfully. Azara was openly staring at me, her mouth an O.
“W-what just happened?” I stumbled over the words. I felt lightheaded and dizzy, yet everything around looked sharper, and had a weird sort of aura around it. The aura was a slight glow, surrounding everything like mist, but I could still see everything clearly. Azara’s glow looked even more defined than before.
“You,” she told me slowly, like she didn’t want to alarm me, “are most definitely a faery.” Her tone switched to being a bit more nonchalant and matter-of-fact, like she wanted this comment to sound completely normal, “one with strong water essence, by the look of it.”
This really was all too much. Everything came back and hit me again, now that I knew for sure that it was all true. The world started spinning. I heard Azara call out me name, then everything turned black as I passed out.
Yeah. Look, you would faint too if this happened to you.

I woke up later; lying on my bed, my head hurting a little and my back was sore as hell. I blinked drowsily for a second, facing the wall. Ow, my back really did hurt. Why? Then I remembered everything again- surprisingly, I didn’t freak out too much. I probably hurt my head and back when I fell, I thought and sat up slowly. Azara was sitting n the ground, reading the book. And she was the size of a teenage girl, about my height maybe.
Huh? When did that happen? “Azara?”
She jumped, surprised, and turned to me. “Are you okay?” she asked worriedly, getting up and walking over to me, “you fainted!”
“Yeah, I know.” I said quickly, “Why are you, um, big?”
Azara looked down at herself and laughed a little, “This is actually my normal size. The Fae usually use the small size for traveling. This is what’s natural. It’s harder to use major shape shifting magic here though, so I hadn’t done it yet. When you fainted though, I got worried to I changed to my actual size and moved you.” Her expression became more worried as she looked me over, ‘how are you feeling?”
“I’m fine, except my back hurts really badly.” I avoided thinking about the whole being a faery thing,. I needed to just concentrate on what I understood just then. I didn’t need to ask any more question about faeries and such at the moment.
Azara glanced over my shoulder.
“Did I fall on it or something?” I shrugged my shoulder to stretch it out a bit and I felt… something. ‘What’s-“ I reached my hand behind my back to touch the hollow between my shoulder blades and felt something warm and hard, something that definitely wasn’t supposed to be here.
She bit her lip and with a worried little smile, “those are just your wings.” She was looking at me and speaking like she thought I was going to collapse again.
I groaned. Obviously the “not thinking about it” thing was never going to happen. I gently probed the wings, folded against my back. They were the things that hurt so badly, it turned out.
“You did sort of fall on them, and they’ve been concealed for so long that they will be stiff for a little while.” She told me with a reassuring gaze.
“Okay.” I said, and we were silent for a while. Questions were now spinning through my head every second. Nope, not thinking about definitely wasn’t ever happening. Azara was staring down and fiddling with her necklace, letting me take my time for once.
“So, “ I dragged out the word, “I’m a faery. Not human.”
Azara looked into my eyes, “yes.”
I nodded. I was just going to ask her everything now, while I was surprisingly calm, “why is everything all glowy?”
She straightened, sensing my curiosity, “You’re seeing Quintessence. It’s in everything. You should be able to tell what has the most pure Quintessence too.”
Uh huh. Right. “Quintessence?”
Her eyes got misty, like she was looking at something far way, “it’s the purest thing in the all worlds.” She gestured at our jewels, “We’re both wearing things made of almost pure Quintessence.”
I touched the gem that hung in the middle of my forehead, right above my eyes. It was cool to the touch and sent tingles down my fingers through my arm. “yeah, you never really explained Shaiils to me.”
Azara grinned, like it was her favorite subject for talking about, “well, we have a lot to discuss, don’t we?”

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Um, what was that? “I’m sure that there’s some other reason why they would have had this, Azara. Like…” Like what, exactly?
“There can be no other reason. It all makes sense. Well, that’s a least the thing that makes the most sense. Fae never loose their Shaiil, Margarite. We’re all connected to our Shaiil, and know where they are, all the time. There is a way to disconnect yourself from the Shaiil though, but the fae has to do it on purpose, and the Shaiil will always be connected to some…one.” She stared at me.
“Yeah. Right.” Okay, look, I had accepted that faeries existed; I had accepted my parents could be related to fae in some way; but no way could I accept that I was one.
“I could be just jumping to conclusions, but this was the only thing I could think of. Margarite, everything adds up correctly. Why Sora likes you so much, why you can live so well out here, why you have this book, everything!” she seemed excited by the idea, “You even have the mark. I knew that there was something different about you. I never really expected this though. Did you really not know anything about faeries, at all?”
I shook my head slowly, denial slowing down my motions, “No. I really don’t think that it’s true.” Look, I know that whoever’s reading this probably thinks, I’d love it if I was a faery, that would be amazing! Or something like that, but when someone actually thinks you are one, especially when that someone happens to be a faery herself, it’s kind of weird. Especially when you’ve been a human for, oh, you know, your whole life. My mind, that had been groping around for something to latch onto, that made sense, couldn’t think of anything better than, “besides, the birthmark on my shoulder is just that- a birthmark. Nothing special about it.”
“I truly doubt that, Margarite.” Anticipation gleamed in Azara’s eyes, “put on the Shaiil.”
“What? Why?” I stared at the thing, sitting on the floor, its beauty unbefitting its grimy surroundings.
She smiled, “just do it.”
Why was she so happy about this? Could she not see that I was kind of freaking out at the moment? I had just found a note from my parents, it had said practically nothing, I had just found out my parents were probably, maybe… faeries. Which, of course, would make me one. Couldn’t I just take it slow?
“Margarite, just put it on!” Azara repeated, answering the question I never got to ask. No, I go at her pace. Fast.I pick it up slowly, wondering when the magic’s supposed to start happening. Nothing happened. I breathed out audibly and gently put it on my head.

Oh yes, something definitely happened.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010


"Are... are you sure?" I asked hesitantly, my eyes wide with shock.
"Yes," she said, rolling her eyes, "I'm sure I'd be able to recognize a powerful Shaill when I see one, considering I have one myself."
"Okay, okay." I said, surprised at how annoyed she sounded in this situation.
She sighed. "I just don't know how this could be... these are definitely something that humans would never find lying around. It doesn't make any sense... unless.,." she paused, and looked at me with a calculating look in her eyes. "no. Nevermind."
"What?!?" I demanded, annoyed. I hate it when people do that!
Azara, though, had walked over to the book and was flipping through the pages slowly. I had dropped it, apparently, probably during the little, ahem, breakdown that I had earlier. I sat cross-legged on my bed, watching her go through the book, looking at each page with narrowed eyes. The pages were slightly moldy and looked hard to read, but Azara didn't seem to be having any trouble.
“I’m trying to see,” she said suddenly, sensing my eyes on her, “if there are any clues where this book came from.”
“It’s from my parents.” I sighed. I had told her that before.
“Yes,” the faery sighed back, “but if we know where this came from, we know where your parents came from, and we know a little more on how they got the book and…” she glanced at the circlet, which she had gently slid from its shallow compartment onto the floor, “that. That’s the weirdest thing.” she stared at it for a while, than turned back to the book, turning paper quickly with a soft whispering sound and once in a while saying things quietly to herself, looking confused. She stopped on one page, reading quickly, with a sharp intake of breath.
I sat, impatient, waiting.
“This doesn’t make any sense.” She breathed. She looked at me carefully, uncertainty in her eyes. She looked back at the book. At the gem. At me. I exhaled slowly, then looked into my eyes, “Margarite.”
“Y-yes?” I stammered nervously. Her eyes had an intense look in them, though widened in surprise and confusion.
“Why does Sora stay with you?”
“Huh?” that was rather unexpected. What did Sora have to do with anything? “I don’t know. I rescued him from captivity, some weirdo liked to capture and keep exotic looking birds, and he just sort of latched on to me.”
“How old were you when your adoptive parents found you?”
“A baby.”
“Your adoptive parents, they just accepted you immediately?”
“Yeah, sort of.”
She fired another question at me. A bullet. It hit me hard.
“Where’s your birthmark?”
My birthmark? How did she know? “On my shoulder.” I said quietly. The strange mark on my left shoulder, that looked strangely like a flower. No one had seen it, because it stood out so much, I went through great means to keep it hidden. Why was she asking me these things? “Azara, what’s going on?” I demanded, fear and frustration covering my words.
“This doesn’t make any sense…” Azara repeated, “Unless your parents were fae, Margarite.”

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Sorry. Or not.

There was an extremely thin compartment in the book's thick back cover, and its little clasp had clicked undone, the material around it rippling slightly with a now-fading glow.
"What the hell?" I breathed, and opened it.
On the inside was a delicate looking silver chain circlet. Hanging from it, held in place by blue tinged metal, was a round, clear gem. It seemed to catch all the light around it, hold it inside, then send it back out, sparkling like the reflection of sun on water.
That didn't really catch my eye the most. Well, okay, it did at first, sparkling like it was, but what really caught my attention was the little folded paper, with one word written on it in scrawling writing:

"What... the..." I repeated, picking up the note slowly. Azara
quickly came over, staring not at the note, but at the circlet.
"How could this be?" she murmured, along with something else, but the whole world for me had been muted. All I saw was this note. All the desperation to have words from my parents, words I understood, a desperation I never knew I had, welled up inside me. I cherished this moment. I would hear from them now, finally. Then I started unfolding the page, slowly, then faster and faster. And read.


We're sorry
So, so sorry
We love you
We couldn't take care of you,
we had no choice,
we made sure the family we put you with wouldn't throw you out on the streets
we made sure they'd love you
We will find you again once we can
we promise
We love you so much

Your mother and father

These are the words I wished to be written on the paper sitting in my hands. Instead, it said:


Keep this safe, and keep this hidden.

That was all.
No apologies, no names, nothing but a few quickly scrawled words.
The paper was wet.
I was sobbing. Why? I never cry. Ever. I don't know why, it just doesn't happen. I felt rage inside of me too. They abandoned me, they left me with nothing to remember them by, no loving words or memories. This frustration and passionate rage I felt for them was sudden, so sudden some part of me was saying, "What's wrong with you? For your whole life you haven't heard anything of them... but maybe it was having no hopes, accepting the fact, then something making me think that they had left something behind for me, giving me wonderful hope... then the hopes were crushed.
"Margarite?" I heard a soft voice, warm and comforting. Azara was standing next to me, concern etched into her features. Underneath, I could tell she was excited about something. I couldn't talk about whatever this book thing was at the time though.
"Sorry." I sniffled, rubbing my eyes, They felt weird, all puffy and probably extremely red, considering they were a very light, icy blue before. Dark eyes don't get as red, right? Whatever. I'll bet I looked horrible. I don't really care though.
I took a deep, shuddering breath, calming down. I felt embarrassed about my little tantrum.
"Margarite... "
I looked at Azara. She was staring at the circlet.
"do you know what this is?"
"Some sort of precious jewel or something, I'd guess. Which could be why it's hidden so well."
"No.W ell, sort of. It's an Shaiil." She fiddled with her necklace.
I made the connection.
"Holy crap."

Monday, April 26, 2010

Excuse Number 5, Continued

"Can you read that?" Azara looked up at me, confusion written all over her face.
"Um, no." I glanced at the book, full of random words that I didn't know at all. "It's just some old thing my parents had.I've never really payed much attention to it." the thought suprised me. I'd never really looked through the whole thing. Probably because I couldn't understand any freakin' thing it said. I pushed down the frustration I suddenly felt towards my parents, like I always did. "Should I be able to?"
Azara shook her head, "no, no." she relaxed a little, her tense shoulders loosening, "it's just... strange, that you'd have that."
"Um... what IS it, exactly, then?" I eyed the book's worn cover curiously.
"Well, it's-it's in my language." she said haltingly. Like she didn't really want to tell me or something. Hm.
Then it hit me.
"So, you can read this!" I pointed out the obvious excitedly, "could you tell me what it's about?"
Azara wasn't really listening. ""How could humans get something like this?" she muttered, pacing a bit."

"Azara." I said impatiently, "what is it about?"
She stopped walking around, "I have no idea, I've never seen it before. I think it's some sort of spell book, or something. The writing style on the cover is very old. And..." she stopped.
"What?" I demanded. Why wouldn't she tell me anything?!? (Just by the way, in the three moths [Eesh, three months...] that have passed since I last wrote, I've learned... well, close to nothing else about her. Not kidding.)
"It has an aura to it, not unlike the aura that surrounds my necklace." she brought her hand up to the jewel hanging from her neck, "so it obviously has some magic in it..." she suddenly stared at me intently, red eyes shining like rubies, "Who are your parents, Margarite?"
I've gotten used to this question. I've been asked it a lot. I have no problem coming to terms with my, em, interesting situation. No sob story for me! "They died, or abandoned me, or something. I really have no idea. I dunno anything about them."
The faery sighed, "Of course." she said in an exasperated tone. I was just about to tell her, hey, it's not my fault, jeez, when she said, "I just don't get it. How could humans have this?"
"Um... maybe someone dropped it?" I hope that didn't sound as lame to her as it did for me.
"No." she replied quickly, like it really was impossible for someone to drop it. Hey, it can happen, right? Well, Azara stopped pacing around and sat with a sigh, Sora flitting over to her. She put her hand on his head gently and stared at the book thoughtfully. I, figuring that she wasn't in the mood to talk, continued flipping through the pages.I reached the back cover. I heard a click, and it raised slightly. I raised my eyebrows. "What was that?"
Azara looked alert, staring intently at the book.
"It... it opened."

(Sorry, yet again, I hafta stop because I promised myself I'd post today and... well, I'll continue on number 5 again tomorrow!)

Friday, March 5, 2010

Excuses, Excuses

Again, so, so sorry! I haven't been able to write! I'm sorry I haven't been posting! SO much has happened! Almost 3 months, I wince when I think about it. I'm gonna stick with this blog, no matter what! I remember, when I was young, I constantly tried to start diaries or journals. I would really get into it, then suddenly I would stop. My little journals sat in the back of my shelves, forgotten memories... and of course I didn't take any of them with me when I ran away. Ah well... I'm getting off topic!
Reasons for Not Writing:

1. The cold
2. A cold
3. Family nights

4. Sadly, pure laziness
5. and a good book.

Number 1. Oh, that computer. It kept breaking on me, maybe it got wet or something, in all that cold weather that's been happening. I got a new computer though, finally. It's a hard thing to do, but totally worth it. I love my new computer!

2. I got sick. It started out with just a little cold. I came back from hunting in the rain a few weeks ago, with practically nothing, and soon started coughing. Azara kindly tried to help by warming the place up, something she can do very well, but I was pretty sick for a long time and just couldn't be writing.

3. The house I go in often, to charge up my computer... well, the family has been staying in a lot lately, probably because of the weather. (This weather is more troublesome than the plague. Seriously.) They've been having family dinners and such. I really want to storm in there and say "LEAVE! MY GOD, PEOPLE!" I send these thoughts to them . I can see the words flowing from my mind to their's only to bounce off. I wish I had mind control.

4. Well, I just continued to slack off! I hope that never happens again. Anyways, I've really been getting into manga, haha. And I kept on reading it instead of writing. So if I don't post for a while... well, maybe that's why! I hope you all haven't forgotten about me...
5. This one, this is the exciting thing. Azara had been practicing her flying. I'd wake up and she'd be fluttering around the room like a stray thought, awry and random, running into the floor sometimes. She noticed me watching. "Practice." she said with a small smile. Or was it a grimace?
I would often find her doing this, improving only a bit. She would spread it out and fold it again, she'd flutter it like a flag as she was sitting, but her wing still hung crooked. Once, while she was unfolding it slowly with her hand, a letter she wasn't sure she wanted to open, I asked it.

"Will you ever be able to fly properly?"

Without hesitating,

She sighed, "Never like I could, but I will be able to fly decently. Never again very fast, but with practice and healing, I can."
It seemed, after that, she was trying even harder, and going in through tight spaces without bumping into walls, trying t fly out a tiny crack, pretty much seeing if she could go straight with a crooked wing.
That's when it happened.
She wanted to use a partially drawer, to fly in and out of a small space, and I only have one. It was full.

Surely, you remember that useless book my parents gave me?

It was in the drawer. I had to take it out. So, naturally... I did. And started flipping through it as Azara flapped around loudly. Flap flap flap flap flap...
A gasp.
"Where did you get that?"
I paused, "Um, parents."
"H-how..." she whispered, "That's... that's..."
"It's what?!?" I asked her impatiently.
"Fae." she breathed.

(Well, I have to go now, what I way to leave the blog! Sorry! I'll write again soon! For real!)

Thursday, February 25, 2010


So, so sorry! I don't have time to write right now, I apologize, just letting you know I'm alive! I'm sorry it's been so long,. I'll explain later!

Friday, February 5, 2010


It's a good thing I did the questions, because life has been suprisingly uneventful lately!

Thanks for the questions, Aveline and... Anonymous! :) I'm afraid, though, that Azara didn't answer all of them. She's still trying to hide everything, or at least, lots of things, about herself. Sigh.

I tried to copy what she said word-for-word.

1) do you think margarite can help you with whatever is wrong?
She helps me heal, with strange "band-aid." No human can help me... Here she looked away and wouldn't say anything else.

2) what do you love to do?
I love to ride the birds. There is a creature called Pheonix; he lets me fly with him not getting burned. They are fiery creatures full of spirit. They do not live here though, but I have Sora for company!

3) can you do what we call "magic"? if so, what?
(She had a very, very long answer for this, and I'm still asking her about. She's actually telling me things! Because she's still explaining to me, I'll keep asking her about it, then give the answer in whole different post.)

4) where did you come from??!
Where everything starts. (That's all she'd tell me, even though I was pestering her about it.)

5) we want to help, please tell. it can't hurt, can it?
Yes, can very much hurt. Hopefully, it will not affect the people here. That is what I'm trying to do, anyway.

6) how do humans compare to faeries, intelligence and skill and talent wise?
(She laughed) Well, in some ways the fae are smarter, other times humans are smarter. Fae know more about the world in the way of nature and Essence. (You'll learn what she means by that later! It's a magic thing.) Humans know more of destroying and then making again. It's hard to explain. Skills and talents? Fae, because of the birds, can sing very well! (I think, when she said because of the birds, she meant because they can speak to them.) We also can fly, which humans can not do without a machine. Humans are very good at creating things, like the machines that they fly in. ("They're called planes." I said here.) Planes. Yes, we do not have those!

7) what are your dreams?
My dreams? Dreams, like wishes? (Me: yes, I suppose.) Now, it is to be rid of my wound. I cannot fly, my wing has a hole in it. I can't even move. It's unbearable! Another skill most humans have that the fae don't have is the ability to... not be free. To be trapped for some time and be able to get through it.

8) most important: what is troubling you?
(Even though I told her it was important she won't tell me. She said, "It's not for your ears." I'll work hard to convince her to tell!

9) why do you wear a ruby-like necklace?
Helps me focus magic.

10) why does the faery trust you even though she barely knows you??
She has been saying it's because of Sora. Her trusts me and tells her I'm trustworthy... also, I haven't put her in a cage or whatever!

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

The Candle's Lit II

Ok, sorry, I really had to go, my laptop running out of batteries there!

Anyway, the faery has been healing well. She actually became very talkative, once she really started to trust me. Apparently I have Sora to thank for that. She always tells me what he's thinking, if he's cold, hungry, whatever.
The faery's name is Azara, and that's about all she'll tell me about herself. I asked her what she was doing here and she simply looked away and stayed silent. She won't tell me what it was that shot her or why. It's quite infuriating really!
I did find out that her little antennae were fake. I asked why why she had them, and she said they were a disguise as she removed them and tossed them away in a rumpled ball, and they sat in a rejected slouch in the corner. She wouldn't tell me why she had them!

I told her about the blog, I'm not sure why, I guess I felt I needed approval or something. I don't think she really understood what it was, but she said she'd answer questions, if she wants to I suppose.

Any questions for a faery? (Once in a lifetime chance!)

Sunday, January 31, 2010

The Candle's Lit

I'm sorry it's been so long, I've been trying to get on long enough to write, but never got the chance.


I woke up, immediately knowing something was just wrong. What was it? I lay in bed thinking, and realized. The rain had stopped! No more loud plinks like small hammers all through the day and night. After almost a week, the storm was over! I heard something else filling the silence. A little clicking sound, like the noise you'd make when calling a dog. I rolled over slowly and looked for the source of the noise.

It was the faery.

As soon as I noticed her, glowing strongly, half-sitting, reaching one arm out to Sora, she turned to me, and gasped, eyes wide. Those eyes. They look like little drops of blood, glittering in the light. Though red eyes usually make anyone look evil, they did no such thing to her. She looked scared out of her mind. She made chiming sounds, a bird and a bell together, and tried to scramble away, but winced and put her hand to her wound. She looked at it, covered by the band-aid.

"Faii ioy etca?" She asked me in a breeze of a whisper.
What the hell was she saying? I didn't know. So what do I say, oh-so intelligently? "...Hi?"

She cocked her head, then said, " Are you of the Fae?" She had a beautiful voice, rich and warm, with the strangest accent.
"No," I said, surprised by the question, and the fact she spoke my language, "human."
She stared at me, with an almost confused expression on her face "The bird, he be with you?"
I nodded.
"Very smart, he. And.." she said as he flew to her. "Trusts you." Her gaze met mine.
"Um, yeah." I said. I wasn't doing very well with the conversing. Well, it was weird, talking to a faery! "I rescued him, someone had caught him. I set him free, and I guess he liked me or something. Maybe he likes my food. His name's Sora, it means sky." Now I was babbling. I shut up.
"I know of name." she said, stroking him. "He tells me."
"Huh?!?" I glanced at Sora, sitting happily by the faery.
She rolled her eyes at me. No, really, she actually rolled her eyes! "I listen, I hear. I understand."
I sighed, and quickly changed the subject before she started scolding me for not "listening, hearing, and understanding."
"Is your wound hurting?" Her hand had been resting on it the whole time.
"No." She said, looking at it.. "What is this?" She pointed to the band-aid, then touched it with wonder in her eyes. "It's strange."
"It's a bandage." I said, trying not to laugh at her amazed expression.
She stared at it a little longer, nodding. Then she looked around the room. "This is not unlike where I live. Where is here?"
"Oh, I don't really live like most people." Yeah, that's for sure, "It's in a forest... um, in England?" Would a faery know about England? I certainly didn't know where she came from.
"Yes. England." She smiled,"I have been to here before."
"Really?" Well, that's weird. I'd never seen a faery flying around before.

Oh no, I have to go, I'm sorry! Please, check back soon, I'll finish later!

Monday, January 25, 2010


I take it back, I take it ALL back! I do not like the rain at all. I despise it with every fibre of my being. It's so hard to hate something so much when it's not solid, and you can't do anything about it.

Why do I suddenly feel such loathing toward it? Well, the cloths are completely soaked through, to the point that they may as well not be there. I have to sweep (yes, SWEEP,) water out the trapdoor constantly. I have nothing to eat, and when I go out to find something, I'm instantly soaked. The forest looks as though it's been drowned and beaten, branches strewn everywhere from the driving wind and rain. The weather is now a monster, destroying every pathway and sapling. What am I to do? How am I going to stay at least mostly dry and warm? Dampness can kill just as easily as cold. At least I know Sora is doing fine, with his fae-fire. It may not last for long though. I don't think the faery has any chance any longer. Her glow is almost gone and she seems feverish. I think it may be the inescapable rain. I wonder, could Sora sit on her and keep her warm, like she was his egg?

I don't know. I'm desperate.

I also have many worries for the house. What if the tree I'm in gets blown down? What if the wood starts rotting even more, or gets moldy? I actually found some mold sneaking through the corner today, coaxed in by the watery wood. I need dry things! When will this storm end?

Sunday, January 24, 2010


It's been raining all day, and most of last night. All you can see is grey and green, the mist darkening the world but somehow hiding the shadows. Usually when rain starts like this, it doesn't stop for a while. I've prepared for a storm, putting cloths over the open windows and closing off cracks the best I could. Sora, who hates the cold, is spending almost all his time next to the faery, who gives off heat like a little fire. In case you haven't guessed yet, she's still unconscious.
Sometimes she seems on the verge of waking up, and sometimes I feel like next time I look at her the glow will be gone. I figure that's what would happen if a faery died, doesn't it make sense? Like a candle going out.
The rain isn't really helping me with the whole food thing. There isn't any food out! Yet I do really enjoy going out in the forest in this weather. Why does everybody abhor the rain so much? They complain that it's too wet, it's too cold, it's too grey. I'm sorry for you all. Even the people who don't mind it say they like it because they can go inside and read a good book, watch movies, et cetera. What about going outside? The world when it's raining is wondrously peaceful and quiet, aside from the gentle sounds of raindrops. The wetness, well, you can always dry off later. Don't you like swimming? You're dryer in the rain. Also, don't you have raincoats? The rain will just kiss you gently on your face, then roll off. You all need to stop complaining and enjoy it!
Ah well. I probably shouldn't be acting like I love it so much, it's making life hard. The whole house seems damp right now. I may not be able to post much, because I'm busy trying to survive! It happens ever year, don't worry 'bout me.
Again, when the faery wakes up, I will try as hard as I can to tell you, even if I have to trudge through a mile o' mud to do so!

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Nothing Much

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Nothing's happened yet with the faery. She's still lying there on the pillow. I kept the strangle little bullet, anyone know what kind of gun would shoot it? It's about a centimeter long. It's red and pointy, so it's not from a BB gun. Besides, would a BB gun really make so much noise?

The faery does seem to be doing better though. Her wound stopped bleeding and it's not red or puffy. Hopefully fae infections look the same as human infections.The little soupy glow that surrounded her is clearer now, more of a golden orange. I feel like this must be a good sign.
In my spare time I've been able to study her. The storybooks almost get them right, but not quite. She has small anntenae poking out of her head, silver little threads.
Her wings, though they don't have feathers, fold like a bird's onto her back. It makes sense if you think about it. Faeries would have a really hard time if their wings always stuck out into the air. One of them is crooked, and I don't know how to heal it. The wings are thick as a penny, and feel surprisingly strong. They're faceted like a diamond on a wedding ring and glimmer in the light. They have all the colors of the sunset in them.
The glow that she has seems to come from the little teardrop-shaped ruby that hangs from her neck on a golden chain. It has a small dot of yellow in the middle, unlike any gem I've seen in my life. She'll often hold it in her small hands as she sleeps, murmuring things I can't quite catch.
Sora has been acting strangely since she arrived. He seems restless, but he rarely leaves the treehouse, which is quite annoying, because he'll leave droppings everywhere. He often flies over the the faery and pecks gently at her hair, seemingly trying to wake her. He once left a blue feather lying on her, and she hasn't let go of it. Do faeries like feathers?
I've been feeding her little mashed berries, but I had to steal them. Nothing grows in this cold weather. I've been stealing way to much lately, and I don't like doing it. I'm also afraid of people noticing, and then I'll be caught. If I'm caught, I'll be caged, like Sora once was, before I set him free.
I know what this means... I have to start hunting. Ugh.
I try to do it as little as possible, but I have to survive out here. Thankfully I was able to actually make a bow using a book I got from the library! Weird, eh? It's not very good, but it works on small creatures like squirrels. Yes, I do eat them. Yes, I know they're cute, but so are cows and lambs, you eat those. I have no guilt. I don't want to sound mean, but if you think it's bad I'm eating squirrel, you're a hypocrite, so shut up! :)
Anyways, I better go. i just wanted to tell you what was going on I'll post again as soon as I can after she wakes up. If she ever wakes up.

Thursday, January 21, 2010


Ok, I'm back, with the whole afternoon alone. I have enough to tell you what happened to me, a couple nights ago...

The first shot rang out too far away to arouse me from my dreams. I dozed on.
The second shot was so loud, and so close, It reverberated through my skull and pierced holes through my dreams, and they flew away like butterflies. My eyes snapped open and I sat up, confused. What was that? Nobody hunts here, it's too close to the town. Actually,no one really hunts at all anywhere anymore. My companion, I refuse to call him a pet, an amazingly tame bluejay named Sora, was flying about the room as if a cat was chasing him. I slowly stood up, and listened beyond Sora's frantic flapping. Silence. Not even breeze blew through the forest leaves.

Sometimes, silence is worse than the loudest noises. Silence is the absence of life.

I shook my head, as if I could knock the paranoia out of it, and slipped my shoes on. I had to find out what happened. I poked my head out the window hesitantly, and saw nothing.
"Well," I said, trying to gain more confidence, "nothing looks dangerous out there... it was nothing."
Have you ever tried lying through your teeth to yourself? It's near impossible. No, it is impossible.
I walked slowly over to the small trapdoor that lead to the rope ladder, then to the earth. I stepped down slowly, shaking, either with cold or with fear. Why was I so afraid? I realized now, it was because I feared being discovered. Was I walking into a trap? No, there weren't any people around. I jumped from the last rung to the ground. Nothing. I stepped into the shadows of the trees, and my foot hit something soft. I barely avoided letting loose a scream, and looked down.

She was only about a foot long, facedown in the dirt. She seemed to be surround by a soupy brown-orange glow, almost like mud. Her long black hair was half in a messy braid, and something was on her back. The wings were nearly as big as her. I paused. Hold on.


You've probably guessed by now. It was a faery. Trust me, i was just as disbelieving as you are now. As I stood there, looking at her, a thousand excuses dropped into my mind like rain. I was dreaming. I was hallucinating. it was just a messed up- butterfly. My mind is playing tricks on me. Yet these raindrop thoughts flowed out of my head in a river. Only two things registered now. I knew, somehow, that there really was a folk tale creature, lying in front of me, and she was hurt, badly.

I slowly bent down, like I was an old woman, and picked her up gently. She was so weightless. She seemed to be made up of light, or feathers. She was almost hot, warming up my frozen hands quickly. Silvery blood, strangely beautiful, trickled from a hole in her back. I gasped, and quickly scurried up the ladder. In my shock, I could only process that she needed help, and I would give it to her. I had a little first-aid kit in my home, and figured one of those big bandaids would work for her. Sora sat on his perch, watching me with an inquisitive gaze. Using nail scissors, I cut of her red dress around the wound. It had a small, red bullet in it. How could something so small make such loud noise? I shrugged off the question. Using a bit of wet cloth, I cleaned the wound out and put the bandaid on, then sat her on a pillow. I looked at her face. She was gorgeous, as I expected a faery to be, with skin the rich color of a coffee bean. Her hair had a yellow-red streak in it, fire across a nighttime sky. A ruby tear-shaped necklace on a gold chain rested in the hollow of her neck. Her long ears tapered into points. She really was a faery, and now I really started panicking.

I haven't quite stopped yet. She still hasn't woken up! Has this happened to anyone else? Someone, tell me what to do! I'll tell you what happens when she wakes up...

Wednesday, January 20, 2010



How to start, how to start...

Well, my name is Maragrite, and I want to tell you my story. There's probably no way you're going to believe it. What happened to me today, that is. I hope that you will try though. Some of you, maybe, will have an inkling of a feeling that what I'm about to tell you is completely, utterly true. You're right, it is true...

Let me start from the beginning:

I do not remember much of my life with my real parents. My parents went missing when I was about four years old, but before they disappeared to god-knows-where they happened to place me on a doorstep, just like in the movies, with nothing but a book in some foreign language. How useless. The family that I lived with up until I was about 11 wasn't particularly mean, they simply didn't have time. I'm grateful that they at least took care of me when I was given to them, like some unwanted present. When I turned 12, I realized that they didn't want me there, and I started researching how to camp, how to survive out there. I ran away. They never reported me as missing, so my young mind took that to mean they were glad I left, and I vowed I'd never go back, and I didn't. I still don't live with anyone, four years later. I live in the wilderness or I sneak into people's houses who are out of town. That's my childhood, in a nutshell.

Pretty crazy, huh? What'd I tell you? It's hard to believe, I realize that as I write it down.

You see, apparently, I never officially existed. I suppose I was born in my house, and my parents kept me a secret. As I told you, my second family really had nothing to do with me, so they never sent me to school. This is why I've never been found by the police or someone who recognized me. No one really knows of my existence except for you, my reader.

So, as you may have guessed, I still live freely. I love it. I do as I please and live where I want to. Currently, I'm staying in an old tree house that got abandoned by the children who made it. They grew up, they got jobs, they left it to rot. I fixed it up, and I saved it. It's rather nice. It's about a mile deep into a forest, off of the trail. I don't know why they put it there, but I'm extremely glad they did. it's the best home I've ever had.

You may be wondering how I managed to get a computer for my blog. Well, I know it's bad, but I stole it. I needed some way to stay connected with the rest of the world! There's a house not too far away from me, I go there to charge it. In fact, I'm at the house now. The parents have to go to work, the kid to school, so I've got the afternoons to myself! I always have to leave at 4:15 though, or I'll get caught...

Oh... it's almost 4:15 now! I'm sorry! I meant to tell you what happened to me last night... what I found out... I'm sorry again, I have to leave now. Please, come back again soon, I'll try to continue when I get the chance.

Please keep reading this story, you need to hear it. You won't regret it.