The Blessing Named Death

       The fire was the punishment descended by the devil, rolling over the forest that used to be quiet. Past mirth only remained corpses' black powder.

       The tiny fairy was running away. The blood on her body was already dried. Beautiful and transparent wings became carbon piece by piece as if a rag doll abandoned in the dump.

       She lived, following remaining clansmen, and fled to the nearby village, and her family all died in that fire disaster.

       Time was like newly blooming flowers, taking away the hurt. The wounds of the rest of the tribe have healed, reinstating to heretofore, poised light, only her still retaining that dread scars, could not erase.

       " The Cursed Survivor," was what everyone called her.

       Morning sunlight shone in a tattered tree house, waking up the girl on the haystack. There was no decoration in the house except necessary items.

       The fairy got up, ready to pick some clear dew.

       " Look, it's that monster." Clans-mans' contemptuous eyes were way spicier than the thorns aside, but she walked as if she had not heard, walking towards the rear forest on her own.

       The child's cry made her stop her steps. A human boy was sitting on a stone. He wore luxurious clothes, seemed to be a child of a noble family.

       " Are you lost?" She hid in the woods, not letting her horrifying appearance scare him.

       " What? Who is talking?" The boy stopped his cry, looking around.

       " I'm... inhabitant of the forest... um?" She was not finished yet but felt someone pull her clothes corner. It was that boy.

       No!

       " Found you!" The boy seemed very happy, and did not care about her burnt body: " You can fly! Are you a fairy?"

       " Yes."

       " You are dirty, want to wipe a little?" The boy handed her a handkerchief.

       He thought those wounds were dust.

       " I'm not dirty. These were burnt by the fire."

       " Ah, Lord Father seems to have said, that there was forest fire a few years ago..."

       " Lord Father?"

       " Ah! I am a prince! I'm eight years old, and you?"

       " Ten." She softly said, letting him spin around next to her.

       Clans' unabashed disgust made her have maturity beyond age, but this moment was a lot softer because of the boy's closeness.

       " I'll take you out of the forest. Your guards should be looking for you."

       " No! I want to play at Sister Fairy's house!"

       " But..."

       " Can't I?"

       "... Okay."

       The boy's eyes were way too clean.

       The tattered tree house had laughter for the first time. The lemon tea and honey cakes on the table were like God's gifts, even the words outside could never stab in her heart.

       " Sister Fairy, are the wounds still hurt?" The boy seemed just simply released care, but let her show a smile.

       " No."