Weed Killers

Chapter 1 Dirt

A beautiful fairy meticulously paints a butterfly, her eyes burning with concentration, her beautiful brown hair weaved into a braid.

She gives a satisfying smile as her paint brush makes its last even stroke, turning a pale white butterfly into a gorgeous hue of midnight blue.

She waves him off and then she stands up stretching her arms and moving her wings, she's sat there for at least an hour now, I know that because. . . I watch her, I know what you're thinking, what a creep! Well, I guess I sorta am one, but it's not by choice, she's a fairy and I'm a weed killer, fairies don't even know we exist, at least the young ones don't, and for good reason I suppose. They don't want fairy's and weed killers breeding, who is they you ask? The elders, the main leaders of both colonies, and once the youth hit a certain age, the secret of our existence is past on, and the treaty to keep our lives separate is continued.

The weed killers know of the fairies existence because they fly, and they're hard to miss most of the time. Plus they care for all living creatures and are basically the overseers of nature, while my race just maintains there work in secret.

We are all overnighters and by the time the fairies wake, we're long gone. It's not a great job, constantly fighting with plant life, spending hours in underground tunnels uprooting weeds.

I personally hate plants, you think petunias and Geraniums are beautiful, but you haven't spent days uprooting creeping thistle in order to maintain the fairies precious 'petunias.'

And we're never rewarded, our reward is the beauty of nature. But my reward personally is watching Ivy, that's her name, and she is perfect. I usually watch her in the thick of the grass, I watch her paint the butterflies and the lady bugs, occasionally she paints the flowers, but animals are mostly her department. But my favorite thing she does is sing, she sings a beautiful lullaby about the moon, I think she heard it from a human, she's daring like that, she watches the humans, and I watch her.

She hears the hum of a vehicle and she darts up to watch, and I stand helpless on the ground watching her fly away, she's not aloud to look at humans, but for some reason they fascinate her, like she fascinates me.

Ivy is different than the other fairies, I learned that quickly, she almost never joins fairy related activity's like dances, or feasts. She just does her job and then retires into her home carved out of a Northern red oak tree.

She's the only fairy Iv'e ever seen stay up at night, she peeks her face out of her window and peers into the sky, she looks in a daze, I wonder to myself why the sky fascinates her so much, when she can fly, if I could fly I would probably get tired of it, but not Ivy, she stares at the stars as if they could swallow her up.

I want to take her, show her the night life, like the moon on a lake or a herd of lightning bugs in a field, all she's ever seen of the night is what her window faces.

My tribe leader fang hates it when I leave, he's only caught me once, but he scolded me on the dangers and I was banished from all solo missions for a month. That was a very lonely month, never seeing Ivy's face, and when the privilege was returned, Ivy just looked sad, it was like my presence completed her, without her even knowing I was there, but after a few days of me being there again, she returned to normal.

That may have been coincidence, but either way, I enjoy being around her, I know, I'm a total stalker, but I like to think of myself as a hero in love, saving her from self induced loneliness.

I'm dirt by the way, Dirt the weed killer, a crazy stalker, non flying loser.