Between

Alex Kingsley

The first thing that hits me is the rain. Not how you would normally be hit by rain. First the smell, then the wet, and finally the cold. No. What hit me was the lack of those things. I could see it, but the sensation was like all of my other senses failed. I look down. I'm barefoot, which is pretty unusual considering the fact that I hate not wearing shoes. I backtrack. My name is Alex Kingsley I am nineteen and I don't know where I am. How did I get here? My mind travels back to yesterday when I was leaving the house. I walked to my front yard to see the cars passing by. Then, I heard it, a rustling of the leaves. The air was different somehow, colder, like everything was covered in shadow. In that moment I ran. I had no idea why but it was instinctual. The crisp sound of footsteps on pavement was audible from behind me, but when I looked no one was there. For some reason all I could think was 'I don't belong here.' I fell and my amnesia was swept away. I am a faerie. I am a few centuries old, and I was being chased by something from my world. I remembered that I was sent here to guard a feather from the last Phoenix of Eira. Whoever was chasing me, was after it. I kept running. There was nowhere I could go that the fey couldn't find me. I stopped dead in my tracks. The fear and stupidity of what I was about to do frightened me. There is only one place my kind are afraid of going, the place between worlds, where we are trapped for eternity. While there, the fey will fade away losing their memories and eventually cease to exist. I turned around. A Phoenix feather can do many things, including taking me to a fate worse than death. In a few moments I was there. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The first thing that hits me is the rain. I could see it, but the sensation was like all of my other senses failed. I backtrack. My name is Alex Kingsley. I am nineteen, and I don't know where I am.