The Other Fairy

Prologue

(Third person POV)
A small little fairy lay in her crib sleeping peacefully. Her parents were in the next room completely unaware of the woman standing a few feet from the one year old. Rosalind looked down at the child and even she could feel the power bubbling inside of the child and knew she couldn't risk leaving the child there. Her cold blue eyes glimmered as she scooped the child up before transporting herself away from the house. Chaos broke out when the child was taken and the parents never overcame that loss. It was the thing that broke them and set them on a path masking their emotions even from each other.

Rosalind didn't care if the child was going to be raised well as long as when the time came the child followed her orders so she left the baby with Andreas knowing he would make sure she would follow orders like a good little soldier. Rosalind knew that one day she would be captured and so this child was her back up plan.

Years passed and the child grew up. She had bright blue eyes and dark hair that fell in waves down her back. She even managed to control her powers well despite having little to no direction. Her mind fairy powers didn't bother her much but then again she was only ever around Beatrix and Andreas. To say she was an outcast would be an understatement. She didn't get along with Beatrix and Andreas seemed to despise the girl no matter what she did. By the time she was fourteen she had fallen into a rhythm of following Andreas' every request to avoid a beating. He was particularly harsh on her. She was strong though and despite the lack of love she got from Andreas she knew what she was willing to do and what she would refuse to do. She refused to let Andreas turn her into a monster even if it was to destroy Burned Ones and help free Rosalind. Sometimes she wondered if her strength is what made Andreas hate her so much. When it came to Rosalind the girl had been told her whole life stories of her and in those stories Rosalind was her mother who only wanted to protect her from harm and she had come to believe that. There were days she spent crying over her missing mother, Rosalind. She only hoped one day she would get to see her mother.

(First Person POV)
I stood in my room fixing my hair when Andreas' voice broke through the silence.

"Alira, Beatrix needs us to meet her at the stone circle," Andreas said as my eyes widened slightly. What was happening?

"Coming," I called back instead of asking the million questions running through my mind. Why was I being brought out of the house? I was never allowed to leave. I ran down the stairs pulling on my purple leather jacket. Andreas gave me a quick rundown on how to open a portal before I even attempted it. I was glad that the portal I had managed to open seemed stable enough to transport us. Andreas and I stepped through and my jaw dropped. My mother was standing there waiting for us with a smile on her lips.

"Hello Andreas it's good to see you and I see you brought Alira," my mother said stepping towards me. I tried to stand still as her eyes drifted over me looking for anything to criticize. Her behavior confused me as I had been told she was protective and yet she hadn't even smiled directly at me yet as if she could care less what happened to me. Why did she seem like she was judging me instead of loving me?

"How old are you?" She asked after a moment causing me to come back to the present ignoring my confusion.

"I'm 15 now," I said softly as she nodded.

"Well for now let us stay in the shadows so we can watch as Bloom realizes she needs me," my mother said icily. I stood beside her and the longer I was with her the worse I felt. Her emotions were strong and dark. I didn't feel any warmth or joy in her at all. I felt like she was trying to mask her thoughts from me because it wasn't normal to not hear thoughts for me. Thoughts were usually something I easily picked up on if I tried. Then I felt it, the panic coming in waves from another fairy nearby. My body begged for me to go out there to help but one look from my mother rooted me in place. I watched as a girl with red hair was surrounded by Burned Ones. My heart raced as I struggled to breathe as I looked at the fairy. It was difficult to fight one Burned One and yet she was facing many.