Alpha Costello's Fairy Luna

Chapter 1

Maddie's Perspective:

They exist. All of those kind of things you only think are real in movies, in shows, in novels. The creatures your favourite authors write about. The things you don't think twice about.

Maybe one of them is your co-worker at the café you work at that speaks a bit strangely, maybe your best friend who somehow always guesses correct, what others are thinking, maybe it's your classmate in English class who always seems to know a little too much about classic literature for their age, maybe that one uncle in your family who still has the same strength they did at thirty, at the age of sixty.

Most of us exist in normal society, almost like a double act. Others have chosen to isolate within the same world and move deep in the woods, jungles, islands in groups, or with their separate families, and the unlucky ones, alone.

I was six years old when I learned that I was a fairy, and that my mom was a fairy too. It's been sixteen years since I've kept that secret. I was fourteen when I found out other creatures exist too. But I've never met any other fairies, or any other sort of creature.

Now before you get carried away with your assumptions, for the most part we're pretty normal, we eat, we need sleep, we shower, we watch movies, we watch shows, we go to school, we work, we have friends, we have families, we don't have extraordinarily long lives.

As far as I know either you can be a fairy through genetics, like through your paternal or maternal family line. Or you're just randomly born one.

We look normal, there are some communities of us that are small in height and shape, but more then fifty percent of us are human sized, my mom is around five foot three and I'm around five foot eight. Just so you understand what I'm telling you.

Yes we do have some powers, to list a few, I can fly, but only do if I'm sure I won't get caught, and if it's an emergency, when we're about to fly our wings come out, even if we're wearing clothing, they pierce through the fabric, we can charm people, like persuade them, put them to sleep, lower their anger, heighten their spirts.

We can heal someone's wounds, including our own, we charm ourselves so no other creature can detect what we are through a spell, but other creatures can detect us if they make contact with us, we know spells the same way witches do. We have powers. Animals respond to us with behaviour they don't exhibit with any other being.

The most recent time I've used my powers was to charm the two people in front of me so I could get to the front of a line to get a bagel and coffee, before class.

Even when I was in High School, I knew whatever I was gonna do was going to be in the field of artistic expression. After I graduated I decided to work full time at the Art Gallery I'd been an employee of since I was seventeen.

I had enough money saved for the course I wanted to do by the time I was twenty one, and then once I was accepted I switched to part time at the gallery. I did Creative Writing at Waltman College. It was an absolute blast. I loved every second of it.

Even marking other students work. Even the dry parts, like learning about every literary device in detail. It really helped me, with writing my novel.

I was a Paid Author now on a couple online reading platforms. With working part time at the gallery, and that, I was financially stable enough to move out but I liked living with my mom, we had a solid relationship, we spent a good amount of time together. We loved watching movies and binge watching shows together.

My mom worked at this art store since I was a kid, and our next door neighbour Cami, would babysit me when I was younger. Our house wasn't that hard to maintain, and it was already paid off. So all we worried about were the bills, which weren't that high.

My dad isn't in the picture. Apparently they were fighting pretty bad around the time that I was two years old. So they thought it was best to part ways. My mom never talks about my dad badly, more regretfully, she always says something like "I regret not trying harder to make it work. There's always something you can do to make your relationship last, and I didn't."

But every birthday since I can remember, I get a cheque worth a thousand dollars, and a small letter wishing me happy birthday in the mail box, it usually ends with something along the lines of him conveying that he's sad that he can't be apart of my life.

Whenever I used to ask my mom for a way to contact him she'd always say that she's tried to find him everywhere, but it's like he doesn't wanna be found. For my sixteenth birthday me, my mom, and my best friend Stacy went on a small road trip mission to find him.

We did end up finding an old friend of his that my mom remembered. He was working at this coffee shop in Boulder, called The Laughing Goat, if I remember right it was on Pearl Street.

Anyways we went in with the latest picture my mom had of my dad. I looked similar to both my parents. Dark hair, dark eye brows, my eyes were a little different though, brown eyes like them but except with a tiny tint of orange in them, especially if you looked when the sun was hitting them, and tanned creamy brown skin.

Our dad's friend Robert was a warm and sweet looking man,with kind blue eyes and a light beard. Tall and broad. The kind of person who has a vibe that they carry nothing but good intentions with them.

He recognized my mom immediately and threw his arms around her. When they separated he looked astonished to see her "Nelly, it's been so long, how have you been, still at the same house? How's Madeline? All grown up now?" When I heard this it slightly shocked me, I didn't know that this friend of my parents knew of me.

My mom smiled emotionally, and stepped to the left so I would appear behind her to Robert. Robert looked me up and down, then laughed "Oh wow, I remember when you were just this big." He used his hands to indicate how small I used to be.

He took a step towards me with his arms open, I looked at my mom, my mom signalled with her eyes that it was okay to receive a hug from this stranger.

Weirdly enough when Robert gave me a hug it didn't feel uncomfortable, it felt like I knew him. It felt like he was an old friend.

Me, my mom, Stacy and Robert sat down at a table. He brought us coffees, and told us that when my dad left he came to stay with him that same month for a few days, then left, that he seemed genuinely upset about the breakup. Robert also told us that he had tried to find my dad after he left but it's like he just vanished.

Me, Stacy, and my mom drove back home sad with our lack of discovery. And after that I'd stopped worrying so much about not finding my dad. Life was gonna go on anyway. And plus if he had wanted to show up, he would have, he knew where we were.