Lemonark

A Blast Through the Past

     I followed Arthur until we had reached a door. This door was plain, simple. Not much to look at. You wouldn't notice it on one glance at the knob, but it was chipping. It had a golden coat over it, but it's true beat-up brown was showing. The door itself was made from wood and there was nothing more to it.

      As we entered the door, he pulled me in.

     What my eyes saw next was marvellous. I saw... fairies! Actual fairies, flying through the sky and walking on the floor. There were also huts, and that had to have been where the fairies live. Some of them were entangled with vines that connected to trees, whilst others were floating.

     "Look around later, but right now I need you to follow me. We're off to see my mother." Arthur snapped his fingers at me to bring my attention back to him.

     We walked past the fairies, and I was a little disappointed that he didn't take off the cloak to use his wings. Arthur had a wild head of hair that was not tame. It was the colour yellow.

     You couldn't call it blonde because there is a difference between the two.

     As we were walking by, fairies both in the sky and on the floor turned to look at us, at me. I hid behind Arthur because I didn't want to draw attention, he looked normal amongst them whilst I was the outsider.

     I guess up to here I thought it was all a dream and hadn't taken it seriously. Now it dawned on me that he had accused my mother of making up my entire life. I tried to hide all the emotions within me because this was not the time to start crying. It wasn't crying, it was more like vomiting. All of this information could be fake, but this seemed too real now. I just need to get somewhere safer. I can't be in public amongst all of these fairies, who knows what they might do to me!

     Once we had gotten to a hut that was on the ground, Arthur ushered me in. It was a simple hut, it had a beige base and a brown roof. There was nothing else to it. Well, there was a pot of tulips out in the front.

     When we first entered the house, there was a sitting room. It would be the first thing you'd see, and that was because it was connected to the front of the house. There were two pillars that would lead you to a kitchen.

     Arthur sat me down in a wicker rocking chair, telling me to wait patiently for his mother. There was one couch, and then another wicker rocking chair. I sat down eagerly, waiting for her to show up.

     The stairs were located on my right side. I turned to see them behind me. They had a shiny look to them like they were freshly polished. Then, I saw a lady coming down on them. She had to be at least 45. Her hair was like her son's. Except it was the length of her elbows and kept more neatly. I could tell she had made an obvious attempt to style it but had failed miserably. It had taken an untamed shape just like her sons. She was wearing it loosely. Her skin had a pigment to it that brought a childlike essence out on her face. It didn't suit a face like hers. It took away some of her beauty.

     She wasn't anything that was out of the ordinary. The woman looked so bland. She sat on the other wicker chair, and Arthur finally took a seat on the couch.

     "I know who you are, so don't worry about introducing yourself." First impressions, she had a squeaky voice. "I'm Ophelia Cogsworth."

     Now that she introduced herself, I'd prefer she didn't try to make small talk with me. I just wanted her to get to the point and not string me on.

     "It's nice to meet you," were the only words I'd be willing to say. As much as I wanted to hurry on with the conversation, I couldn't be outright rude to her. Plus, too much talking would make my nerves uneasy and vomit would come out.