Pixies and wolves

CHAPTER 4: MY STORY

XENIA'S POV

It has always been clear that I could see pixies. Now I can communicate with them, actually interact with them. When I was a small child I would play outside and chase butterflies with fishing net on a wooden pole, just like many a little child. Then I caught one, but it vanished before my eyes. That was weird for me; I saw the 'butterfly' but was unaware that it was a pixie in the net at the time. I started looking for the 'butterfly' and never found it. Every now and then I would spot a "butterfly" in the jar that I pushed the net into. As I grew older and more curious to the phenomenon in the jar I started researching the reason for it and I came across the pixie or fairy reason, that day I raced home from the library and told the creature in the jar that I know it's a pixie and that I can see it. That's when she revealed herself and I felt so sorry for her that I let her go and said sorry. She fluttered above me and dropped a liquid over my head. I moaned at her for that and nearly swatted her for it but she left the room out of fear. That's how I can see them, that tiny pale fragile pixie that I caught when I was a little girl. Why she was so kind to me I do not know. Why let me see them when all I did was hurt her when I 'kidnapped' her from a world unknown to me.

I smiled at the memory of her allowing me to see them and silently thanked her under my breath. I wish I could remember what she looked like, and then maybe I could thank her for allowing me to see their world. But it also makes me think at times when I don't see them that I was given the wrong vial of fluids and that she tried to remove my memories of the pixie life.

I begin to wander if I put the bracelet on if I would see what she did to the jar while she was trapped in it. I put the bracelet on and there sits a bed and a bowl. How did she manage to get that in there? I see a name on the jar, Soreni,

"Soreni" I whisper. A flicker of light appears and there she is the shy pixie I trapped years ago. She's so small and fragile, smaller than the rest of the pixies I've seen since her first appearance.

"How do you know my name?" she questions me with awe. She looks at the bracelet on my arm and the jar in my hand. Slowly she flutters down and sits on my pillow looking at me.

"Yeah, the bracelet has shown your name," I mention, looking at her large wings resting beside her. I sit down on my bed and look at her, "why did you pour the vial of fluid on me and then disappear right after that"

"It was meant to hide us from you but instead it has enhanced your gift of seeing us" she comments in a fearful voice with her heart beating rapidly.

"Don't worry I won't do anything to you I was just curious about where you had disappeared to" I mention in a soft tone.

She calms down and flutters to her glass jar I kept her for so many years. Looking at it from the outside, a small tear falls down her cheek. She walks over my desk and sits on a book looking at me with a sad expression on her face.

"Since the day you caught me I was cast out of my tribe of tree pixies and it was rather sad to have found out many believed I was actually dead" she bursts into tears at the memory of the sad day.

I get up and walk over to her gently putting my hand on her small shoulder trying to comfort her, "it's going to be okay. You are more than welcome to stay by me and live here. I'll give you materials to build your own home and then we can be friends and I can learn about your race" I mention.

She smiles and flaps her wings slowly spinning in a circle with a shrill shriek of joy. She zooms around the room and then disappears for a few minutes before popping up with bags of goods. She asks for a few items from me, some linen, some toothpicks and matches, a feather or two and a few strands of wire. Slowly this small house forms out of the materials. It's covered in pieces of feather and linen with the wooden and wire bits as roofing and walls.

"Wow" I gasp at the new little home in my bedroom, "you are really good at building" I peer into the house and see her name above a small bed. I grin and fetch the glass jar, gently removing the old house from it and adding the house to the new little fairy house in my room.

"That is very sweet of you" she exclaims with a smug grin on her face, "now let me tell you a story about your family".

I sit and wait by her little home and soon she pops out the door and hands me this tiny book. Slowly opening it, the book expands and gains weight. The name is The Skull of the Dragon. I stare at the old faded brown leather bound cover and the yellow pages, as I place it on my desk. Upon opening the book I recognize the surname of my ancestors who originally came to America, Carter. Slowly paging through the book I realise it is a diary of an event not heard of. Images of pixies and dragons dart the pages. All the drawings are surreal and anyone who sees this would guess that it is just a fairy-tale

"This book is the very reason why you can see us", Soreni mentions with an even bigger grin upon her face, "you are special Xenia. Don't waste the special opportunities you have about us."

I get up and hug her, "thank you so much Soreni. This means the world to me. I'll always cherish this opportunity to learn about my ancestors and about you as pixies." A tear of joy rolls down my face as everything can finally be explained to me.