Misha And The Moon Mirror

I'm A Fairy

The months passed by so fast. I still remember my dad and mum buying a house here, my dad was happy because he was leaving the Kingdom, my mum was sad that she was leaving grandpa alone.

I remember dad flying faster than ever, carrying me in one arm and mum in the other. I remember us being attacked. The evil Kingdom hurt my mum's lungs. I remember her being so weak and sick for a couple of weeks after we came here. Dad's magic helped little, so we had to rely on the people here. I remember my dad telling me to hide my wings and my sparkles. I remember learning that all humans were evil, and that that's the reason my grandmother was banished from the Kingdom.

So why are there two human children looking at my wings in awe? Why are my wings out, for the world to see?

It all started when I was visiting the library this morning.

"Goooooooood moooorning, my little worm. It's time to get up!" I could hear my mum waking me up. It was most likely very early. The reason why she woke me up this early was her own belief " The early bird gets the worm, but early worm hides the best." I never liked that. I don't want to hide, I want to have friends, I want my wings to show. I am not my mother, nor my father.

Talking about dad, I can smell something good cooking. He must have gone to hunt, again.

Opening my eyes I was met by mum's smile and tickles. I hate tickles, they make me laugh and then my stomach hurts.
"Mornin', mumma. What's for breakfast?"

Mum stopped tickling me to tell me that dad went to hunt some pheasants that made their nests close by. Pheasant meat did sound tasty.

Mum took my hand and lead me downstairs. The food was amazing. Did I mention how much I love my dad's food. I'm sorry to mum, but she can't cook. I remember that on the occasion mum was cooking, dad would ask her what she is making and behind her back toss in the things she was missing. It always made me laugh. No mum was not a good cook, but she was a good politician.

Apparently mum's politics were the ones able to get us this house and the safety from the Kingdom. I was grateful, as was dad.

"Little worm, would you like to go to the library to pick up some books that I ordered. The town asked me to act as a teacher. So I ordered some books to help."

This is it! I can take a walk! I can meet new people!

Happily I accepted the library visit and went to get myself dressed.

Trousers, trousers, shorts, it is Summer, ooooooh my favourite dress. Let's take that, socks, shoes.

"Mum, can you do my hair like dad's, please?!"

"Sure, baby. What tie would you want?!"

"The white one!"

After mum was done with my hair, I was ready.

So yeah, not very eventful. I didn't think that there would be any children my age here.

All the humans I have seen, have been old, their hair gray from age and they were barely able to walk. Some of them, like the baker, weren't able to hear me. I'd had to shout out to the old baker every time I wanted to buy something.

So while waiting for the old lady, at the library, to pack the books mum ordered, I heard giggling. Were there pixies here? In all my days here, I have never seen a pixie, nor heard one.

And the great huntres Fiora gives in on the chase. I look left and then right. No human in sight. And she gives into flight preparing to catch the naughty pix...

Shit!!!!!

The giggling didn't belong to a pixie. Oh no, it belonged to a little girl with golden wool on top of her head. She was seated across from a tall gray man with a mop of dark hair. Probably her dad.

And the great huntres has become prey.

So here I am explaining what I am and talking about my family to a six year old girl and an obnoxious golem boy, that thought that he knows everything.

"Soooo. Yeah. My family ran away from the Kingdom, because dad's best friend was killed and some evil people put themselves as rulers in his stead."

"WOW! You must have been scared." Misha was weird. I didn't have friends back in the Kingdom, and the first things she said to me were: "Want to be friends?" Even now, she worries about me, even if it has been barely ten minutes of us knowing eachother.

"Well we were. I thought mum would have died. I didn't want to lose her." I averted my eyes to my shoes. Just thinking about not having my mum with me is hard. I have seen fairies die before. The bad men killed my neighbours for harbouring humans.

"Fiora, even if she did, she wouldn't have abandoned you. Once we die we become stars on the night sky. My mother and father are up there. They always watch over me."

I didn't know this. I was never interested in the sky, much less stars. Sure they were pretty, but I didn't know that they were dead people. Maybe I should ask mum about stars.

But, hoooolllly sparkles, Misha doesn't have parents. That's no good, every child, even evil human ones, need parents. How will she know to grow up if she has none. I should ask mum and dad if they would want to share.

"The books say that fairies leave behind their powers for their offsprings. So even if she did die, you would have been stronger. Magic is a great existence...."

And Norman lost me. Norman speaks weirdly. I have never met a golem. But apparently he is the same age as us two. It is a bit weird. He is bigger than the normal kid, how big will he get. As big as the house? He is as tall as my mum, and my mum's a grown-up.

Anyway. They were nice and HOLLY SPARKLES I have my first same age friends. Fiora you rule! First you get friends, then you start studying and after that. You can be the first female fairy knight IN THE WHOLE OF ZEMLJA!

The old lady, running the library, came to us with a big case, probably mum's books. She ordered too many books. How am I going to bring these home?

"Fiora. I have all the books your mother ordered for the school. I can't wait for her to get these two troublemakers under control."

"School!" exclaimed Misha. "We are getting to go to school? Gran just promised me yesterday that she will start teaching me how to use a sword. I won't have time to train for a knight if I start going to school."
The yellow cloud looked as if it was emulating the feelings of its owner.
Misha's hair escaped from its place, tied up high on top of her head. It was threatening to cover her eyes, or maybe her whole head.

I will be honest with you. I have never seen anyone, other than me, with such fluffy hair. Unlike mine, dark and yellow, her hair was pure yellow, it reminded me of my sheep toy back home. Fluffy and golden.

While I was in my thoughts the old woman ordered Norman to help me with the books. Turns out that she is Norman's grandmother and also an old mage. No wonder Norman wants to become like her. In the twenty minutes of knowing these two I found out about a few things.

First- humans don't hate fairies.

Second- Misha's grandmother used to be a great knight, I have plans of asking her to teach me.

Third- Norman is boring, but he is smart and already knows All Language, because he wishes to become a mage, the same grandmaster level as his grandmother.

Fourth- if I keep myself close to these two, I can see amazing adventures incoming.